I don't own SOR or any of its characters. This story is based on a book a read so i hope you all enjoy it. Happy reading and plz plz plz REVIEW!!!

I had exactly fifty minutes to spare before boarding my plane. I had bought a trashy romance novel at the newsstand and wandered about in the duty free shop. My eyes lingered at the fancy tubes of lipstick and fragile bottles of perfume that were too much for my spending range. Trying hard not to get sucked up into the world of glitz and glam, I left the store empty-handed and walk to the nearest café. I took a seat at the counter with my way too expensive cappuccino and began to read my book only to be interrupted by the booming voice echoing through the airport.

"Will Mr. Fredrick Jones find the nearest information desk, Mr. Fredrick Jones."

I ignored it and went back to reading my book. Then the name finally sunk into my head.

Freddy?

I stood up suddenly and searched the crowds but hadn't seen a familiar faceanywhere. Quickly, I pulled myself together and convinced myself that it was probablysomeone else. It's not like Fredrick Jones was an uncommon name, but it still lingered in my head. It was a name I haven't heard from or mentioned in two years. Nostalgia began to run through me and I headed towards my gate as I thought about my crazy past with Freddy Jones.

I moved to New York City when I was 13. My father died when I was 3 and my mother,who was an artist, supported me by selling her artwork. This required her to do a lot of traveling, so I was sent to live with her sister. Aunt Marissa was married to my dad's best friend Charlie, so the two of them immediately said yes to taking me in. I wasn't upset because my mom and I had a hard time getting along. To me, it was a big and long vacation away from her. So I left my beach life in southern Jersey to live in the big city with them and their daughter Katie. Katie was my age and like me, she was an only child and we immediately got along well. The two of were joined at the hip and people would mistake us for sisters instead of cousins.

Living a new life in a new place with a new family also meant a new school. I had gone toschool most of my life and I had heard about the reputation of Horace Green Prep. I was terrified. Not only did I have to face a big set of rules and strict conduct; I had to make new friends. Katie had an idea to fix all of that. She was in a band with kids from school and had invited me to their practice to meet some people. That way when school started, I wouldn't be completely lost.

Katie and I had our similarities and our differences. Both of us were equally talented when it came to creativity. She expressed through music. Though I had a love for music, I didn't have the talent. So instead I chose art and while Katie had a bass in her hand, I had a paintbrush in mine. My lack of musical gifts was the reason I never attended a practice, but I said yes just to make her happy.

I mean, what could possibly go wrong?