Disclaimer: I own zip. Nada. Except the rockin' outfits. Hahaha, joking!ü
Author's Notes: Yeah, this is sposed to be a Freddy/Katie fic, but can you please go along with the plot!? (exasperated) Thank you!
Orange/orange: unh, thanks.. I think?ü
Mellowyellow36: (cowers in fear) it's in the plot thingy we drew up! I'm sorry! (sobs)
Sassy-4eva: maybe, maybe...
Katie4freddy: again, plot line..
JustvisitingUKgirl: umm, ok?..;
Jessica: I love you! Hehehe.ü
Yingyanggirl: what were YOU thinking, using the crappy Nelvana version of CCS? Sorry, but I'm so totally against the Nelvana version. It's so full of crap. The original Clamp manga version is oodles better.
Chocl8chps: have I told you recently how much I love you?ü
Kawaii-Hokage-Ninja: like the rewrite?ü Oh, and sorry for the misspell. Duely noted.ü
Stickit2da-maniosis: did I spell that right? Er, sorry. Wait, why is it sad? Unh...(looks uncomfy) does everyone hate me now?
Jewelkitten: (gives ferrero rocher chocolates) thank you thank you thank you!!ü
(hands out chocolates to everyone) you'll get more if you review after this! (wink)
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A girl with long raven black hair with the ends dyed hot pink leaned against the lockers, her long, tan face pointed into a frown. She was wearing a pink and black fitted jersey with the hem torn and freyed so it exposed her toned stomach, black jeans that were cut really low so that you could almost see her underwear, and black ankle-high leather boots with symbols in day-glo pink all over the heels. She was tapping her foot impatiently, arms crossed over her chest and scowling, so no one dared to ask her why she was there at the risk of having their heads bitten off.
"Alexandria Nicole Moore Mathers!" she yelled, finally seeing the only blonde head she had been waiting for.
The girl twisted around so fast that her neck cracked. Her hand went up to rub it unconsciously as she scanned the dense dismissal crowd for the one who had called her. It was impossible for anyone here to know her whole name, and the voice had sounded hauntingly familiar... (A/N: cheesy line..;)
Finally the girl with the pink highlights approached her, and it seemed the crowd had parted just for her. "You little bitch!" she cried, grabbing the blonde by the shoulders and shaking her, but she was smiling.
"Phoebe?!" Nicole managed to gasp, her eyes too dazed to try to pry the other girl's hands off her. "Oh my God! What in the hell are you doing here!?"
Phoebe rolled her eyes, thinking the question didn't merit a proper answer, so instead she looked her best friend up and down. "What happened to your hair? Why's it all blonde and perfect?" she demanded.
Nicole reached up to touch her newly straightened and highlighted hair and laughed. "I know! Isn't it a kick? Olsen Twin hair!"
Instead of laughing, the taller girl simply frowned. "You so totally did a 180 on us, Nic! What happened to the chicka who totally hated what you've become!?"
"She's still around and having a kick! C'mon, Phoebe, cut the drama. Why're you here anyway? Aren't you guys in the middle of a school year?" Her eyes were looking surveying the people around them, and no one seemed surprised that someone like Phoebe would be talking to her. She held in a sigh and turned back to her best friend.
Phoebe ran a hand through her hair and leaned against the locker Nicole had been standing in front of, assuming it was hers. "I heard you guys got into that ROCKapella tour thing, so I decided to come down to this little farm place and check you guys out. What band you with?"
"Ravyn. Remember Aaron and the others came down here just for the auditions? And this ain't no 'little farm place'. Stuff is actually pretty cool here."
Phoebe ignored the other girl's last comment. Since when did she refer to backwards towns like this 'pretty cool'? Instead she let out an impressed breath. "Wow, Ravyn huh? They're pretty good, congratulations on getting in,"
"Why are you suddenly all formal and nice? And seriously, why're you here? You're not shallow enough to come here just for that, Pheebs, I know you," Nicole hitched her messenger bag higher on her shoulder so that the back of the pins wouldn't cut into her skin. She glanced again at the crowd around them, and now people were starting to stare. Dammit. She wasn't ashamed to be seen with Phoebe. Of course not. In fact she thought the other girl's highlights were adorable. But being seen with her and questioned about it would mean a lot of explaining and that was something she wasn't up for.
The taller girl sighed and started twirling the ruby ring on her left finger the way she always did when she was nervous. She had come here expecting her best friend to still have dyed red hair and be totally against wearing her Pleasantville school uniform like they did when they were in MSAT, but they didn't really have uniforms so maybe it was a different story.
Phoebe took a deep breath and began her explanation. "My mum went ballistic and tried to kill herself. Dad thought it wasn't safe for us anymore so he checked mum into a mental hospital and now he and Marie are over at my grandmother's. I just thought I'd hang with you here until everything blows over. I didn't want to stay at grandma's and I hated staying in the apartment alone. I called your mum and she let me stay in your room but then I started to miss you and I couldn't even call you after what happened and I had no one to talk to about this, not even at school so I-"
Nicole pulled her hand away from her open mouth and hugged her best friend until she felt the other girl's bones had been crushed. "Oh, honey, I'm so sorry! I should have been there for you! Shit! I'm such a crappy best friend! I should totally have dropped everything to call you back! Urgh!"
Phoebe chuckled feebly and wiped her eyes on the back of her hand, making her mascara smudge. "It's OK, but I'm here now so can I stay over for a week or something, Oh Great Olsen Twin?"
Nicole finally let her go and slapped her arm. "You wench! Of course you can hang at the house for a while, if you don't mind being overly neglected by your oodles old and workaholic father,"
"Nic, he's not my dad,"
Nicole sighed. "I know, and count yourself lucky for that. Anyway, are you all right? I mean, were you the one who found your mum-?"
Phoebe nodded and crossed her arms over her chest, face contorted into a grimace. "Blood everywhere, I swear. It would've made Hannibal Lecter proud,"
The shorter girl laughed. "Right, Pheebs."
Phoebe looked up suddenly and her eyes narrowed. "Who's the preppy blonde dude on his way to us?"
Nicole turned around and grinned as the older boy finally got through the crowd and wrapped an arm around her waist. "Hey, Freddy," she greeted, feeling slightly dizzy but in a good way.
Freddy kissed her on the cheek and grinned down at her as well. "Hey, babe," he greeted, taking her bag from her shoulder and swinging it around himself.
Nicole smiled but elbowed him. "Babe?" she repeated, eyebrow raised. She was totally against sexism, especially from her boyfriend, but being called 'babe' by one of the hottest guys in school was still a kick, especially when he was sweet enough to help you with your bag without your having to say.
"Um, sorry to interrupt your little love fest, but who the hell are you?" Phoebe cut in before Freddy could say another word.
"Oh, shit. Freddy, this is my best friend from New York, Phoebe Bishop. Pheebs, this is Freddy Jones," Nicole introduced.
"Her boyfriend," Freddy added, looking at her curiously. He shook Phoebe's hand, much to the other girl's apparent distaste.
You could almost see the gears shifting in her head. "Unh, boyfriend huh?" She set an accusing glare at Nicole, who shrugged.
"Later," she said vaguely.
Freddy was standing there clueless. What the hell was up? He decided to ignore it and ask Nicole about it some other time. "Zack's already waiting for us outside, he said he'd give us a lift and sorry if I was a little late. Goddamn Algebra held me up,"
Nicole smiled. "No problem, I didn't mind. And besides, Pheebs ambushed me here at school so we got time to talk,"
Phoebe rolled her deep brown eyes. "How sweet," she mouthed sarcastically.
The shorter girl glared at her but turned back to Freddy. "Is it aiit if Pheebs hitches a ride with us?"
Freddy shrugged, disliking the girl more and more. "It's Zack's car, so whatever." He let go of her waist and reached out to open his locker. Phoebe sighed and got off it so he could do what he had to. He dumped some of his books in and checked his hair in the mirror hanging on the back of the door.
Phoebe noted this and rolled her eyes again. She seemed to like doing that often around Freddy. She grabbed her best friend's arm and yanked her towards the lavatory, which was conveniently a few steps away since they were on the ground floor. She only let go once they were safely inside. "Explain yourself!"
Nicole winced as she lost her balance and landed with a bang against the wooden cubicle doors. "Dammit, Phoebe, ease up will ya!?"
"Sorry, girl, but what was all that shit out there!? Is that dude really your boyfriend? Please oh please tell me he's just the school idiot and you just felt like riding on to his silly little delusions, Nic!"
"What's the big fucking deal, Pheebs!? He's my boyfriend, so what?"
"The big fucking deal is that you're thick enough to get involved in another relationship after what happened with that dick, Jason!" Phoebe cried, her anger getting the best of herself. She had never gotten mad at Nicole, and this really was the first time. She cared about her too much to see her get hurt like that again.
Nicole crossed her arms over her chest then thought better of it and rummaged around her bag for her packet of cigarettes. She lit one and paced the room nervously, avoiding her best friend's eyes. "Freddy's not like J- ...him, all right?"
Phoebe's brown eyes narrowed. "See, you can't even say his name!"
"So what!? He's not like him, all right? J-Jason was a total ass, Freddy isn't!"
"What is he then?"
"He's sweet, and funny, and-"
"Nic, you said the same thing about Jason three months ago," Phoebe pointed out.
Nicole sighed and took a drag. "They're different," she stated in a final sort of tone.
Phoebe turned on a tap and washed her hands and face, trying to get rid of the smudgy mascara under her eyes. "You're still smoking those death- traps?"
The other girl glanced down at her cigarette and smiled slightly. "I ran out of Mitchell's all-natural shit ones. You still remember those?"
"Yeah, Benny's totally obsessed with them. Every time he sees someone smoking a normal cig on campus he shoves his tin under their nose and tells them to smoke one of his. It's stupid, really."
Nicole coughed out a laugh and ducked into a cubicle. A second later Phoebe heard a flush and her best friend reappeared, her hands up trying to yank her new preppy hair into a ponytail.
"Nix, how long have we been friends?" Phoebe asked, wiping her hands with the cheap brown paper towels in the lavatory.
Her blue eyes widened in surprise at the question but then she shrugged and tucked her lighter back into the breast pocket of her school-required white Oxford blouse. "I dunno, since 5th grade so that's 6 years,"
"Which means I know what's best for you, right?" Phoebe prompted, turning back to face the shorter girl.
Nicole looked suspicious for a moment but she nodded. "Yeah..."
"So please break up with that Freddy dude. I mean, come on. You haven't even recovered from what happened before, and you're in another relationship that won't work-"
"How are you so fucking sure that it won't work?" Nicole cut in.
Phoebe just smirked. "Nix, he's blonde and he's cute. Every chicka in this prep school is probably after him and let me guess, you two just hooked up? So yeah, totally. You're not gonna last."
Nicole's eyes narrowed as she washed her own hands. "Thanks for the support, Pheebs," she muttered sarcastically.
"Please, Nic? Break up with him before something really horrid happens again. And I know you haven't been together very long, so it's impossible for you to actually have any feeling for him, right?" Phoebe laughed as if the thought was ridiculous.
Nicole twisted the tap closed and shook her hands off. She swept out of the bathroom without another word or second glance. Phoebe, surprised, followed, closing the door with a bang behind them.
Metal clanged and rang shrilly in the empty bathroom as a door creaked open.
Katie emerged, hand over her mouth in surprise at what she had just overheard.
Author's Notes: Yeah, this is sposed to be a Freddy/Katie fic, but can you please go along with the plot!? (exasperated) Thank you!
Orange/orange: unh, thanks.. I think?ü
Mellowyellow36: (cowers in fear) it's in the plot thingy we drew up! I'm sorry! (sobs)
Sassy-4eva: maybe, maybe...
Katie4freddy: again, plot line..
JustvisitingUKgirl: umm, ok?..;
Jessica: I love you! Hehehe.ü
Yingyanggirl: what were YOU thinking, using the crappy Nelvana version of CCS? Sorry, but I'm so totally against the Nelvana version. It's so full of crap. The original Clamp manga version is oodles better.
Chocl8chps: have I told you recently how much I love you?ü
Kawaii-Hokage-Ninja: like the rewrite?ü Oh, and sorry for the misspell. Duely noted.ü
Stickit2da-maniosis: did I spell that right? Er, sorry. Wait, why is it sad? Unh...(looks uncomfy) does everyone hate me now?
Jewelkitten: (gives ferrero rocher chocolates) thank you thank you thank you!!ü
(hands out chocolates to everyone) you'll get more if you review after this! (wink)
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A girl with long raven black hair with the ends dyed hot pink leaned against the lockers, her long, tan face pointed into a frown. She was wearing a pink and black fitted jersey with the hem torn and freyed so it exposed her toned stomach, black jeans that were cut really low so that you could almost see her underwear, and black ankle-high leather boots with symbols in day-glo pink all over the heels. She was tapping her foot impatiently, arms crossed over her chest and scowling, so no one dared to ask her why she was there at the risk of having their heads bitten off.
"Alexandria Nicole Moore Mathers!" she yelled, finally seeing the only blonde head she had been waiting for.
The girl twisted around so fast that her neck cracked. Her hand went up to rub it unconsciously as she scanned the dense dismissal crowd for the one who had called her. It was impossible for anyone here to know her whole name, and the voice had sounded hauntingly familiar... (A/N: cheesy line..;)
Finally the girl with the pink highlights approached her, and it seemed the crowd had parted just for her. "You little bitch!" she cried, grabbing the blonde by the shoulders and shaking her, but she was smiling.
"Phoebe?!" Nicole managed to gasp, her eyes too dazed to try to pry the other girl's hands off her. "Oh my God! What in the hell are you doing here!?"
Phoebe rolled her eyes, thinking the question didn't merit a proper answer, so instead she looked her best friend up and down. "What happened to your hair? Why's it all blonde and perfect?" she demanded.
Nicole reached up to touch her newly straightened and highlighted hair and laughed. "I know! Isn't it a kick? Olsen Twin hair!"
Instead of laughing, the taller girl simply frowned. "You so totally did a 180 on us, Nic! What happened to the chicka who totally hated what you've become!?"
"She's still around and having a kick! C'mon, Phoebe, cut the drama. Why're you here anyway? Aren't you guys in the middle of a school year?" Her eyes were looking surveying the people around them, and no one seemed surprised that someone like Phoebe would be talking to her. She held in a sigh and turned back to her best friend.
Phoebe ran a hand through her hair and leaned against the locker Nicole had been standing in front of, assuming it was hers. "I heard you guys got into that ROCKapella tour thing, so I decided to come down to this little farm place and check you guys out. What band you with?"
"Ravyn. Remember Aaron and the others came down here just for the auditions? And this ain't no 'little farm place'. Stuff is actually pretty cool here."
Phoebe ignored the other girl's last comment. Since when did she refer to backwards towns like this 'pretty cool'? Instead she let out an impressed breath. "Wow, Ravyn huh? They're pretty good, congratulations on getting in,"
"Why are you suddenly all formal and nice? And seriously, why're you here? You're not shallow enough to come here just for that, Pheebs, I know you," Nicole hitched her messenger bag higher on her shoulder so that the back of the pins wouldn't cut into her skin. She glanced again at the crowd around them, and now people were starting to stare. Dammit. She wasn't ashamed to be seen with Phoebe. Of course not. In fact she thought the other girl's highlights were adorable. But being seen with her and questioned about it would mean a lot of explaining and that was something she wasn't up for.
The taller girl sighed and started twirling the ruby ring on her left finger the way she always did when she was nervous. She had come here expecting her best friend to still have dyed red hair and be totally against wearing her Pleasantville school uniform like they did when they were in MSAT, but they didn't really have uniforms so maybe it was a different story.
Phoebe took a deep breath and began her explanation. "My mum went ballistic and tried to kill herself. Dad thought it wasn't safe for us anymore so he checked mum into a mental hospital and now he and Marie are over at my grandmother's. I just thought I'd hang with you here until everything blows over. I didn't want to stay at grandma's and I hated staying in the apartment alone. I called your mum and she let me stay in your room but then I started to miss you and I couldn't even call you after what happened and I had no one to talk to about this, not even at school so I-"
Nicole pulled her hand away from her open mouth and hugged her best friend until she felt the other girl's bones had been crushed. "Oh, honey, I'm so sorry! I should have been there for you! Shit! I'm such a crappy best friend! I should totally have dropped everything to call you back! Urgh!"
Phoebe chuckled feebly and wiped her eyes on the back of her hand, making her mascara smudge. "It's OK, but I'm here now so can I stay over for a week or something, Oh Great Olsen Twin?"
Nicole finally let her go and slapped her arm. "You wench! Of course you can hang at the house for a while, if you don't mind being overly neglected by your oodles old and workaholic father,"
"Nic, he's not my dad,"
Nicole sighed. "I know, and count yourself lucky for that. Anyway, are you all right? I mean, were you the one who found your mum-?"
Phoebe nodded and crossed her arms over her chest, face contorted into a grimace. "Blood everywhere, I swear. It would've made Hannibal Lecter proud,"
The shorter girl laughed. "Right, Pheebs."
Phoebe looked up suddenly and her eyes narrowed. "Who's the preppy blonde dude on his way to us?"
Nicole turned around and grinned as the older boy finally got through the crowd and wrapped an arm around her waist. "Hey, Freddy," she greeted, feeling slightly dizzy but in a good way.
Freddy kissed her on the cheek and grinned down at her as well. "Hey, babe," he greeted, taking her bag from her shoulder and swinging it around himself.
Nicole smiled but elbowed him. "Babe?" she repeated, eyebrow raised. She was totally against sexism, especially from her boyfriend, but being called 'babe' by one of the hottest guys in school was still a kick, especially when he was sweet enough to help you with your bag without your having to say.
"Um, sorry to interrupt your little love fest, but who the hell are you?" Phoebe cut in before Freddy could say another word.
"Oh, shit. Freddy, this is my best friend from New York, Phoebe Bishop. Pheebs, this is Freddy Jones," Nicole introduced.
"Her boyfriend," Freddy added, looking at her curiously. He shook Phoebe's hand, much to the other girl's apparent distaste.
You could almost see the gears shifting in her head. "Unh, boyfriend huh?" She set an accusing glare at Nicole, who shrugged.
"Later," she said vaguely.
Freddy was standing there clueless. What the hell was up? He decided to ignore it and ask Nicole about it some other time. "Zack's already waiting for us outside, he said he'd give us a lift and sorry if I was a little late. Goddamn Algebra held me up,"
Nicole smiled. "No problem, I didn't mind. And besides, Pheebs ambushed me here at school so we got time to talk,"
Phoebe rolled her deep brown eyes. "How sweet," she mouthed sarcastically.
The shorter girl glared at her but turned back to Freddy. "Is it aiit if Pheebs hitches a ride with us?"
Freddy shrugged, disliking the girl more and more. "It's Zack's car, so whatever." He let go of her waist and reached out to open his locker. Phoebe sighed and got off it so he could do what he had to. He dumped some of his books in and checked his hair in the mirror hanging on the back of the door.
Phoebe noted this and rolled her eyes again. She seemed to like doing that often around Freddy. She grabbed her best friend's arm and yanked her towards the lavatory, which was conveniently a few steps away since they were on the ground floor. She only let go once they were safely inside. "Explain yourself!"
Nicole winced as she lost her balance and landed with a bang against the wooden cubicle doors. "Dammit, Phoebe, ease up will ya!?"
"Sorry, girl, but what was all that shit out there!? Is that dude really your boyfriend? Please oh please tell me he's just the school idiot and you just felt like riding on to his silly little delusions, Nic!"
"What's the big fucking deal, Pheebs!? He's my boyfriend, so what?"
"The big fucking deal is that you're thick enough to get involved in another relationship after what happened with that dick, Jason!" Phoebe cried, her anger getting the best of herself. She had never gotten mad at Nicole, and this really was the first time. She cared about her too much to see her get hurt like that again.
Nicole crossed her arms over her chest then thought better of it and rummaged around her bag for her packet of cigarettes. She lit one and paced the room nervously, avoiding her best friend's eyes. "Freddy's not like J- ...him, all right?"
Phoebe's brown eyes narrowed. "See, you can't even say his name!"
"So what!? He's not like him, all right? J-Jason was a total ass, Freddy isn't!"
"What is he then?"
"He's sweet, and funny, and-"
"Nic, you said the same thing about Jason three months ago," Phoebe pointed out.
Nicole sighed and took a drag. "They're different," she stated in a final sort of tone.
Phoebe turned on a tap and washed her hands and face, trying to get rid of the smudgy mascara under her eyes. "You're still smoking those death- traps?"
The other girl glanced down at her cigarette and smiled slightly. "I ran out of Mitchell's all-natural shit ones. You still remember those?"
"Yeah, Benny's totally obsessed with them. Every time he sees someone smoking a normal cig on campus he shoves his tin under their nose and tells them to smoke one of his. It's stupid, really."
Nicole coughed out a laugh and ducked into a cubicle. A second later Phoebe heard a flush and her best friend reappeared, her hands up trying to yank her new preppy hair into a ponytail.
"Nix, how long have we been friends?" Phoebe asked, wiping her hands with the cheap brown paper towels in the lavatory.
Her blue eyes widened in surprise at the question but then she shrugged and tucked her lighter back into the breast pocket of her school-required white Oxford blouse. "I dunno, since 5th grade so that's 6 years,"
"Which means I know what's best for you, right?" Phoebe prompted, turning back to face the shorter girl.
Nicole looked suspicious for a moment but she nodded. "Yeah..."
"So please break up with that Freddy dude. I mean, come on. You haven't even recovered from what happened before, and you're in another relationship that won't work-"
"How are you so fucking sure that it won't work?" Nicole cut in.
Phoebe just smirked. "Nix, he's blonde and he's cute. Every chicka in this prep school is probably after him and let me guess, you two just hooked up? So yeah, totally. You're not gonna last."
Nicole's eyes narrowed as she washed her own hands. "Thanks for the support, Pheebs," she muttered sarcastically.
"Please, Nic? Break up with him before something really horrid happens again. And I know you haven't been together very long, so it's impossible for you to actually have any feeling for him, right?" Phoebe laughed as if the thought was ridiculous.
Nicole twisted the tap closed and shook her hands off. She swept out of the bathroom without another word or second glance. Phoebe, surprised, followed, closing the door with a bang behind them.
Metal clanged and rang shrilly in the empty bathroom as a door creaked open.
Katie emerged, hand over her mouth in surprise at what she had just overheard.