Title: Angel in the Night

Summary: Freddy, now grown up, is hating life. He goes into a bar and finds someone from his past who changes his life forever

Rating: R for drinking and whatever else I put in here

Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own Kevin Clark, the sexiest being on the planet. *Weeps* I don't own anything at all in this story. I don't own a bar, a karaoke machine, School of Rock, not even the mug of beer Freddy's drinking from. I don't own "This Used to be my Playground" So don't sue me.

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Freddy Jones walked into a bar to drink his pain away. Yes, he still had people call him Freddy, it kept a part of his childhood with him, memories of which were the only thing keeping him going. The bar was dingy, gloomy, and smelled heavily of alcohol and smoke. It was on the corner of two dirty streets in the shady side of town. People often went there to drunkenly play pool, sing, or watch sports around the bar's cheap TV. It was the perfect place for Freddy on a night like this.

He casually sauntered over to the bar, his attitude dripping with annoyance at everyone and everything. "Just a mug of whatever beer's fine with me," he said to the bartender. Seconds later his drink was slid over to him. He downed most of it in one gulp. Wiping his mouth, he couldn't help thinking about how everything was going down the drain. He lethargically called for another drink, his mind not really with him.

When he got to his 4th mug, he was just about to see how fast he could chug it, when something caught his attention. He heard a cherubic, beautiful voice that ensnared his senses completely. It seemed to envelope him in a mist of saccharine magic. Entranced, his feet carried him over to the Karaoke stage.

Then he first laid eyes on her. This girl was pretty and charming, but in his tipsy state, she was an angelic creature with blonde hair flowing like a golden stream down her back and blue eyes twinkling like stars. Her voice carried a feeling of joy, longing, hope, and sorrow all at once. To Freddy, she was the only thing truly alive in this run-down, smoky, depressing bar.

"…This used to be our playground, used to be
This used to be our childhood dream
This used to be the place we ran to
The best things in life are always free
Wishing you were here with me…."

As she finished her song, the last note remained hanging in the air, one last bittersweet word.

Freddy was still enthralled by her. Something about her voice had touched him. There was a nagging sense of familiarity; it was as if her knew her. A wave washed over him, bringing him back to the bar. He stared at her as she stepped down from the stage.

She was talking to a group of people who had been waiting for her as soon as she finished her song. She was laughing with them, looking like she was having a decent enough time. Freddy observed this with a slight pang of anger; he wanted her to pay attention to him like she was to those people. She turned her face away from them for a moment, and her eyes by chance locked with Freddy's. She abruptly stopped laughing, and a flabbergasted look crossed her face. She broke the gaze and turned to her friends and said something, turning to walk in Freddy's direction.

*Oh, God, she's coming over here…what am I gonna say? Is she even going to stop here? Nah I'm just dreaming, she has better things to-* but his racing mind was cut short by that girl speaking.

"Freddy Jones, is that you?"

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Well, what did you guys think? Love it? Hate it? Any ideas? I have the second chapter written; I think I'll post it. I've got nothing better to do…and please, when you click the little review button, tell me if you think Freddy's description of her is lame, as Danielle so kindly put it. If you think it's bad now, it was horrible before. I know, I know, it is kinda short…but you find out who she is in the next chapter and why Freddy is so pissed off…keep reading and reviewing guys!