"So what exactly happened?" Freddy asked, blowing on the sheet that rested
on his face.
"We got shit faced and had wild sex on my front yard," Molly said sarcastically. "We sat around and talked, and eventually I kicked you out because I have to go to work today. You were too drunk to drive so I drove you home to the best of my ability and then took the bus home."
"Damn. For a minute I thought you were serious about the lawn sex thing." Freddy said in his sort of mischievous, low and throaty voice that you could tell he was smirking on the other end of the phone.
"You don't remember getting into an argument with your mom or anything?" Molly asked. Her voice sounded groggy and a little sick. Freddy thought for a few minutes, the only sound on either sides was their steady breathing and the occasional cough or groan.
"No, not really. I remember being in dire need of some damn toothpaste, though."
"Yeah," Molly muffled a groan. "We snuck in. And then your mom woke up. We both knew you'd be screwed if you got caught, so while you were brushing your teeth to get the whiskey off your breath, I left. I think."
"Sounds like you're a little hung-over, too, Molls." Freddy said with a big smirk, tossing onto his sides.
"At least I woke up at a decent time." Molly retorted.
"Oh yeah, when'd you wake up?" Freddy asked.
"One." They both laughed.
"I wish we could hang out today." He said.
"Oh hell, I'll just call in sick today. Technically, I am. I've got a hangover. Slightly." Molly's voice sounded perky at the thought of not having to go to work.
"Nah, dude, I don't want to get you fired or anything."
"Freddy, I won't care. Besides, they're short on staff. They need me over there."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive. I'll call in after we hang up."
"You can come over. My mom left for work a few hours ago," Freddy pulled the sheet back to look at his digital clock. It read 2:34. "Yeah. It's cool. You remember where I live, right?"
"To the best of my ability, I was half drunk." Molly said at the other end. The noise in the background began to die down. There was some odd noises in the background.
"Alright. I'll leave the front door open." Freddy said, kicking the sheets off of him. He'd have to spend some major time in the shower to scrub off the marker on his face. He was just about to say goodbye when he heard Molly giggle and then hang up the phone. Freddy blinked a few times, not sure what to make of being hung up on. But instead, he just crawled around and started the shower, and cranked up the tunes from his room. He left the door to his room open and turned up the volume so loud that he could hear them in the bathroom across the hall. After being on a Ska buzz for a little over 3 weeks, Freddy pulled out "Permission To Land" from his backpack and started off with "I Believe in a Thing Called Love" as he showered, thrashing around in the hot water so much he almost slipped a few times. The songs progressed into different ones as his shower continued. It was unknown to Freddy that Molly had slipped in. She didn't exactly creep in, the music was loud enough to over power almost any door slam. Molly found her way upstairs and into Freddy's room, marveling at the drum set, numerous posters and insane amount of comfortable places to sit. As well as a monster stereo system that was blasting one of her most highly listened to bands that weren't Ska. Absentmindedly, Molly pressed the forward button a few times to "Growing on Me" and began singing along to the song, dancing in the mirror.
"I can't get rid of you. I don't know what to do! I don't even know who is growing on who! 'Cause everywhere I go you're there, I can't get you out of my hair. I can't pretend that I don't care, it's not fair!" Freddy rinsed the soap from his eyes. His CD must have been skipping songs again. Quite annoyed, Freddy wrapped a towel around his waist and hopped out of the still running shower in hopes of clicking back a few songs to hear "I Believe in a Thing Called Love" for a second time. Pushing his sopping wet hair from his eyes, the moppy haired boy walked back into his room, only to see a girl. In his room. Dancing. It was Molly, obviously. He didn't want to interrupt her. She looked like she was having so much fun. Like the pure kind of fun. She sung out loud some more.
"I'm being punished for all of my offences!" She danced a little bit, shaking her hips back and forth. "I wanna touch you but I'm afraid of the consequences." Molly did a twirl as she danced to the rest of the verse, and then noticed that when she spun around, there was someone in the doorway.
"You're really growing on me...." Freddy and Molly stared at each other for a minute and took in each other's appearances. Freddy in a terry cloth towel and Molly in a pair of black sweatpants and a red Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles t-shirt, and red and black earrings that had dice on them.
"Oh holy shit!" Molly covered her eyes and ran to the back of his room and sat on the futon. "I'm really, really sorry. You said the door was open and I came in and I didn't hear the shower running. I thought you were downstairs or something." She spat quickly, turning bright pink from embarrassment. Freddy vanished behind the door, equally as red.
"It's okay, Molly. But I think we should maybe meet up later. I need some time to wake up." Freddy said, banging his forehead against the wood door.
"Yeah, yeah, good idea. But not tonight because I've got to go to my Grandma's birthday or something like that."
"School of Rock is playing a show tomorrow. I really want you to come. It's at McCracken Center. Doors are at 8. Show up about 9:45, alright?" Freddy instructed.
"McCracken Center. 9:45. Right, gotcha," Molly said, smacking her forehead against her knuckles. "I'm so, so sorry, Freddy."
Why don't you leave me, baby leave me, leave me alone.
"Don't worry about it. Just, can you get out so I can finish my shower?" Freddy asked with two risen eyebrows, though Molly couldn't see them.
"Oh! Right, right!" Molly muttered, jogging out of the room still in a deep shade of pink. Freddy peered from behind the door and down the hall, down the stairs to the front door. He watched her carefully, with a large grin and somewhat hysterical laughter, put her shoes back on. Freddy smiled and made his way towards the shower. Molly turned around just in time to catch the toga Freddy on his way back.
"Or am I growing on you? Any fool can see." She said before she left, closing the door tight behind her. Freddy threw the towel onto the marble and hopped back into the shower.
"You're really growing on me." Freddy sang first as he got back into the shower. The same song repeated the rest of his shower, as absent minded Molly had also played the repeat button. Freddy shut off the shower abruptly and ran around the house stark naked. He grabbed his phone and began dialing numbers in a hurry. As he talked to different people he opened his laptop and changed his idle message online.
URGANT SCHOOL OF ROCK REHEARSAL. MEET AT NED'S ASAP.
"Hi, Summer? I need an emergency rehearsal. Right now. Can you work your manager magic for me one more time? Thanks Summer, I owe you. Later."
"We got shit faced and had wild sex on my front yard," Molly said sarcastically. "We sat around and talked, and eventually I kicked you out because I have to go to work today. You were too drunk to drive so I drove you home to the best of my ability and then took the bus home."
"Damn. For a minute I thought you were serious about the lawn sex thing." Freddy said in his sort of mischievous, low and throaty voice that you could tell he was smirking on the other end of the phone.
"You don't remember getting into an argument with your mom or anything?" Molly asked. Her voice sounded groggy and a little sick. Freddy thought for a few minutes, the only sound on either sides was their steady breathing and the occasional cough or groan.
"No, not really. I remember being in dire need of some damn toothpaste, though."
"Yeah," Molly muffled a groan. "We snuck in. And then your mom woke up. We both knew you'd be screwed if you got caught, so while you were brushing your teeth to get the whiskey off your breath, I left. I think."
"Sounds like you're a little hung-over, too, Molls." Freddy said with a big smirk, tossing onto his sides.
"At least I woke up at a decent time." Molly retorted.
"Oh yeah, when'd you wake up?" Freddy asked.
"One." They both laughed.
"I wish we could hang out today." He said.
"Oh hell, I'll just call in sick today. Technically, I am. I've got a hangover. Slightly." Molly's voice sounded perky at the thought of not having to go to work.
"Nah, dude, I don't want to get you fired or anything."
"Freddy, I won't care. Besides, they're short on staff. They need me over there."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive. I'll call in after we hang up."
"You can come over. My mom left for work a few hours ago," Freddy pulled the sheet back to look at his digital clock. It read 2:34. "Yeah. It's cool. You remember where I live, right?"
"To the best of my ability, I was half drunk." Molly said at the other end. The noise in the background began to die down. There was some odd noises in the background.
"Alright. I'll leave the front door open." Freddy said, kicking the sheets off of him. He'd have to spend some major time in the shower to scrub off the marker on his face. He was just about to say goodbye when he heard Molly giggle and then hang up the phone. Freddy blinked a few times, not sure what to make of being hung up on. But instead, he just crawled around and started the shower, and cranked up the tunes from his room. He left the door to his room open and turned up the volume so loud that he could hear them in the bathroom across the hall. After being on a Ska buzz for a little over 3 weeks, Freddy pulled out "Permission To Land" from his backpack and started off with "I Believe in a Thing Called Love" as he showered, thrashing around in the hot water so much he almost slipped a few times. The songs progressed into different ones as his shower continued. It was unknown to Freddy that Molly had slipped in. She didn't exactly creep in, the music was loud enough to over power almost any door slam. Molly found her way upstairs and into Freddy's room, marveling at the drum set, numerous posters and insane amount of comfortable places to sit. As well as a monster stereo system that was blasting one of her most highly listened to bands that weren't Ska. Absentmindedly, Molly pressed the forward button a few times to "Growing on Me" and began singing along to the song, dancing in the mirror.
"I can't get rid of you. I don't know what to do! I don't even know who is growing on who! 'Cause everywhere I go you're there, I can't get you out of my hair. I can't pretend that I don't care, it's not fair!" Freddy rinsed the soap from his eyes. His CD must have been skipping songs again. Quite annoyed, Freddy wrapped a towel around his waist and hopped out of the still running shower in hopes of clicking back a few songs to hear "I Believe in a Thing Called Love" for a second time. Pushing his sopping wet hair from his eyes, the moppy haired boy walked back into his room, only to see a girl. In his room. Dancing. It was Molly, obviously. He didn't want to interrupt her. She looked like she was having so much fun. Like the pure kind of fun. She sung out loud some more.
"I'm being punished for all of my offences!" She danced a little bit, shaking her hips back and forth. "I wanna touch you but I'm afraid of the consequences." Molly did a twirl as she danced to the rest of the verse, and then noticed that when she spun around, there was someone in the doorway.
"You're really growing on me...." Freddy and Molly stared at each other for a minute and took in each other's appearances. Freddy in a terry cloth towel and Molly in a pair of black sweatpants and a red Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles t-shirt, and red and black earrings that had dice on them.
"Oh holy shit!" Molly covered her eyes and ran to the back of his room and sat on the futon. "I'm really, really sorry. You said the door was open and I came in and I didn't hear the shower running. I thought you were downstairs or something." She spat quickly, turning bright pink from embarrassment. Freddy vanished behind the door, equally as red.
"It's okay, Molly. But I think we should maybe meet up later. I need some time to wake up." Freddy said, banging his forehead against the wood door.
"Yeah, yeah, good idea. But not tonight because I've got to go to my Grandma's birthday or something like that."
"School of Rock is playing a show tomorrow. I really want you to come. It's at McCracken Center. Doors are at 8. Show up about 9:45, alright?" Freddy instructed.
"McCracken Center. 9:45. Right, gotcha," Molly said, smacking her forehead against her knuckles. "I'm so, so sorry, Freddy."
Why don't you leave me, baby leave me, leave me alone.
"Don't worry about it. Just, can you get out so I can finish my shower?" Freddy asked with two risen eyebrows, though Molly couldn't see them.
"Oh! Right, right!" Molly muttered, jogging out of the room still in a deep shade of pink. Freddy peered from behind the door and down the hall, down the stairs to the front door. He watched her carefully, with a large grin and somewhat hysterical laughter, put her shoes back on. Freddy smiled and made his way towards the shower. Molly turned around just in time to catch the toga Freddy on his way back.
"Or am I growing on you? Any fool can see." She said before she left, closing the door tight behind her. Freddy threw the towel onto the marble and hopped back into the shower.
"You're really growing on me." Freddy sang first as he got back into the shower. The same song repeated the rest of his shower, as absent minded Molly had also played the repeat button. Freddy shut off the shower abruptly and ran around the house stark naked. He grabbed his phone and began dialing numbers in a hurry. As he talked to different people he opened his laptop and changed his idle message online.
URGANT SCHOOL OF ROCK REHEARSAL. MEET AT NED'S ASAP.
"Hi, Summer? I need an emergency rehearsal. Right now. Can you work your manager magic for me one more time? Thanks Summer, I owe you. Later."
