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Chapter 4: Beyond Desperate
Freddy Jones was going insane. Sure, the small little room he was being held in was pretty cozy- it had a cot, a sink, and a little bathroom was connected to the room. Unfortunately, it had no windows. But it was also filled to the brim with large brown boxes, none of which he could open.
Being cooped up for so long- how long had it been again? Being cooped up for so long without the satisfaction of accomplishing anything (like opening the boxes) was just plain annoying.
Here he lay on the springy cot staring at the steps which lead to a door- which was firmly locked from the outside (he had tried many times to open without success). For a while he had been wondering what was in the boxes- they were too heavy to pick up. But not now. Now he was thinking about the band.
Would they even care if he was missing without telling them?
Duh, he answered himself. A frantic Katie had already called his cell phone- getting it taken away from him; not that he had even remembered he had his phone until it had rung. That had to say something.
Katie... Freddy's mind drifted to her big, brown eyes and dark brown hair. The last time he had seen her they had argued about a muffin... this seemed to be extremely funny to him and he began laughing out loud.
He had forgotten to give her a birthday present and then he went and ate her muffin! He chuckled some more. It was weird how even the most un- funny things could cheer you up when you were bored to death. It was amazing how much he missed her...
Whoa. Where had that come from? Katie and he had always been close... in a strange, arguey kind of way. Why was it that now when he had nothing else to do he thought about her in a way that almost tricked his mind into thinking he liked her... did he like her?
He shook his head quickly. No. He was alone- bored- but surprisingly he wasn't scared. There was nothing to be scared of really. No, he didn't like Katie. He was just beyond desperate- and a familiar face, even in his mind, made some thoughts all the more welcome...
((I'm sorry! I had to have some Freddy/Katie thing in here, I just had to! So this chapter was a bit boring, yes, but it gives you an idea of where Freddy stands at this point. Don't worry; the next chapter should be better... please review!))
Chapter 4: Beyond Desperate
Freddy Jones was going insane. Sure, the small little room he was being held in was pretty cozy- it had a cot, a sink, and a little bathroom was connected to the room. Unfortunately, it had no windows. But it was also filled to the brim with large brown boxes, none of which he could open.
Being cooped up for so long- how long had it been again? Being cooped up for so long without the satisfaction of accomplishing anything (like opening the boxes) was just plain annoying.
Here he lay on the springy cot staring at the steps which lead to a door- which was firmly locked from the outside (he had tried many times to open without success). For a while he had been wondering what was in the boxes- they were too heavy to pick up. But not now. Now he was thinking about the band.
Would they even care if he was missing without telling them?
Duh, he answered himself. A frantic Katie had already called his cell phone- getting it taken away from him; not that he had even remembered he had his phone until it had rung. That had to say something.
Katie... Freddy's mind drifted to her big, brown eyes and dark brown hair. The last time he had seen her they had argued about a muffin... this seemed to be extremely funny to him and he began laughing out loud.
He had forgotten to give her a birthday present and then he went and ate her muffin! He chuckled some more. It was weird how even the most un- funny things could cheer you up when you were bored to death. It was amazing how much he missed her...
Whoa. Where had that come from? Katie and he had always been close... in a strange, arguey kind of way. Why was it that now when he had nothing else to do he thought about her in a way that almost tricked his mind into thinking he liked her... did he like her?
He shook his head quickly. No. He was alone- bored- but surprisingly he wasn't scared. There was nothing to be scared of really. No, he didn't like Katie. He was just beyond desperate- and a familiar face, even in his mind, made some thoughts all the more welcome...
((I'm sorry! I had to have some Freddy/Katie thing in here, I just had to! So this chapter was a bit boring, yes, but it gives you an idea of where Freddy stands at this point. Don't worry; the next chapter should be better... please review!))