Disclaimer: I don't own this. At all.

A/N: Okay, I've been trying to get around to updating. And no joke, it's been bothering me for weeks. Since January, my schedule has been packed. I had midterms. Then, I started the research paper process. Now I have about 2 projects left to finish, but I finished two. So I'm doing the best I can.

fictiongirl101: I know. Not one of my best. It was more of like a fill-in chapter that has to leads to the big 'ol problem.

jobrolvr: I totally know how you feel. I'm getting torn myself. I even have some friends who are taking sides and telling me "Nick and Summer" or "NOOO! You have to keep Summer and Freddy" so it's crazy.

Alysandra Martin: Thanks. I actually took a long time to place who did it, becuase I could take this a number of ways. I really can't believe I didn't think of it in the first place.

Music-is-me: bows thank you. I feel so proud.

blink.: In my own little world, it's the fact that they have conflicting personalities. Here's Summer, a practically OCD person who wants to be free. But a guy her boyfriend doesn't like brings out this other person in her that is more easy-going. Then you have Freddy, who really means well, but it all goes down to the "you can only talk to guys I approve of." But Summer is more of a "well, this is a new millennium. I can talk to anyone I want." Summer doesn't even bother to talk to him because they're both so hotheaded that only one can be right, it's not a comprise kind of thing in their heads. It's "I have decided that Freddy/Summer and I are..." not "Freddy/Summer and I decided together that..". It's just how they are.

Chapter 21: Not The Greatest Moment (edited October 29, 2013)

Summer:

"SOMETIMES I JUST WANT TO RIP YOUR HEAD OFF AND FEED IT TO THE SHARKS!" I yelled, feeling my face getting more and more red by the second.

It was the night of the tour opening. I just got off performing with the School of Rock. If you had forgotten, the band was the opening act for the first show. The other band lined up at a medical emergency to take care of. I had just changed, grabbed a drink, came back to talk to Katie and Zack and before I knew it, I was fighting with Freddy. The beginning of the fight was stupid, but once we got into it it wouldn't stop until one of us felt like they had won.

"Well, you're not the greatest person in the world either!" he yelled back.

I rolled my eyes, "Well that was totally unoriginal! Who told you to say that one? Frankie?"

No response.

He paused for a second and took time to finally notice what I'm wearing...for once. "WHAT are you wearing?" He was referring to what he calls "preppy" becuase I dress like almost everyone else during School of Rock performances. I did this time, but then I changed. Honestly this is how I dress most of the time, I don't like calling it preppy, though. I don't really have a style that fits into a box. Some days I want to dress like I was walking out of a country club and some days I just want to wear jeans and one of Freddy's t-shirts - I mean, a t-shirt.

"This is what I always wear! Of course you never notice because you're so wrapped up in your own freaking life that you never took time to look!"

He chose not to respond, but then asks another totally off topic question. "WHAT ARE YOU DRINKING?!" He made it sound like I was drinking some kind of alcoholic drink. It's only Diet Coke.

"..It's only diet coke.."

"Exactly! You drink regular Coke!" You know, that's just lovely. He notices that but nothing else.

"If you didn't know," I said calmly, "Gavin is diabetic and can't drink regular soda most of the time. He just drinks diet soda, and so do I if I'm with him."

He snorted, "How great for you. I'm sure you'll make a lovely diet soda drinking couple."

"MAYBE WE WILL!" We glared at each other.

"Oh yeah? Summer, if he asked you to jump off a cliff, you'd probably do it."

I felt a large surge of anger, "No! I wouldn't! I'd push you down first and walk away. Got it?" He stared at me, totally defeated. The thing was, what I just said made zero sense to me. It came out all wrong. But apparently it won the argument for me so I just went with it.

Zack came up to us, smiling. "Isn't it really cool to be together again?" he asked. I guess he went off into his own world to explore the stage and didn't notice the fight.

Katie leaned over to him, "They were in the middle of a fight."

"Oh," he said, "that's not what I planned on happening when I booked School of Rock as opening act."

I felt all my anger rush back again. "YOU booked it?!" He smiled and nodded as if it was the best idea in the world. Sometimes I wonder what goes through his mind.

"ZACK! This was supposed to be one of the best nights of my life! And you just totally ruined it all by bringing the him with you guys! Don't get me wrong, Zack. I love the gesture of it. But...if you all wanted to come you could've asked. Without bringing the little dark storm cloud that keeps darkening my pretty and sunny sky." I said, glaring right at Freddy.

"Summer? Where are you?" I heard Gavin's voice from far the backstage area.

"In here!" I called.

"In here," Freddy mocked my voice.

"Oh, that's just sooo mature. What are you, Freddy? Nine or something?" I said. Katie smacked him, saving me the work.

Gavin walked in seconds after. "There you are. We have to go onstage in a few minutes. Let's go" he said, putting his arm around my shoulders.

"Oh. Gav. This is Zack and Katie," I said, completely ignoring Freddy. He stuck his tongue out at me. Katie smacked him again. "Four year old..." I hissed so Nick couldn't hear.

"Two timer," he hissed at an equal volume.

My jaw dropped and my eyes widened, while he smiled in response. He knew he hit a nerve. "Gavin? Go back to your dressing room. I'll be there in a sec." Without question, he did so. I waited until he was far away enough. "TWO TIMER?! Excuse me, Frederick, I am NOT A TWO TIMER."

"Yeah. You seriously are," he said with a so-smart smirk.

I glared at him again, "That's impossible."

"Why is that?"

"BECAUSE WE ARE OFFICIALLY OVER. O-V-E-R. OVER OVER OVER," I said, turning towards the dressing rooms and stomping away.

I was about to go do one of the most wonderful performances of my life, and I fought with Freddy. I broke up with someone. And if I did it, then why does it feel so miserable?

A/N: This was a yet another filler chapter to launch the rest. More later. R&R! seriously!