So I just got back from the boringest baseball game EVER to find 4 GOOD
REVIEWS! lol. But here is one that made me laugh:
i dont believe this! i read all your reviews and everyone was sayin, oh, its so good that freddy and zack are together! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS?!?!!? freddy is my guy, yes, MY guy! he is not gay! y is everyone so happy? o yeah, im dumb, so wot are slashers and flamers? anyways...*grumbles* freddy, mine, mine...
o yeah! idea! please, like, mention reviewers at the beginning of each chapter so i know what you think of my review!
::rolls eyes:: lol. This is what I think of your review, Wyverna. ^.^ First of all, I would just like to point out that you mentioned nothing of my story, just the reviews and that fact that ::cough:: Freddy was yours. (lol, I'm so getting a kick out of writing this! lol!) Second of all, I have mentioned reviews in over half of my chapters, so this leads me to believe that maybe you didn't read the story? lol, that would be even funnier, because, hell, who reviews stories they haven't read?! lol. Anyways, everyone is happy because slash rules! yay! And it shall TAKE OVER THE WORLD! bwahahahaha! And, by the way, slash=male/male relationships and a flamer is someone who reviews your story and tells you pretty much that your story sucks, you suck, and sometimes hints that you should get a life. Hope you appreciate the information, recognition, and...umm...everything else. Have a nice day! ^.^
For the rest of you guys-You guys are awesome. I've been learning from all the constructive criticism and stuff. And you guys make my day double cool with knobs! wo0t. Enough rambling from me, on with the show!!!
Zack had been staying in a hotel for the past 3 days, by himself, because his dad would not sign the papers. Child services said that for Zack to stay at Freddy's, his dad had to sign the papers, and that he was not doing. Sure, Freddy could stay with him in the hotel, not that Freddy preferred crispy sheets and hard mattresses to his own, but he had sacrificed the luxury of his own bed to stay with Zack one of the nights.
Although Freddy's dad wasn't opposed to their relationship, a caring father would not let his son stay in a hotel alone with his boyfriend for three days. He insisted it was just too much and once Zack moved in, there was a good chance they would get on each others nerves, and maybe even fight, so why speed up the process?
It was 10:01 on Monday night, according to the clock on the nightstand next to Zack, and he was already tired. Usually, he was a night person but he hadn't been sleeping well in the hotel by himself and just wanted so badly for his dad to sign the papers. He had 4 more days before he was shipped off to farmland.
He was bored and lonely and tired but he couldn't sleep. He was in luck though, because the phone rang.
"'Lo?"
"Hi, Zack, it's Mr. Jones."
"Hey....." He groaned. Why was Mr. Jones calling him? Why wasn't it Freddy?
"Get dressed, bud. You sound tired but I think you'll sleep much better at our house then at the hotel."
"What? Why would I be sleeping at your house?" Zack asked, not comprehending. It was like his brain had shut down after school, Dewey had even told him to leave band practice to get some sleep.
"Because your dad signed the papers! We're on our way to come pick you up right now. So get your stuff packed and meet us in the lobby in 5."
*
Although Zack was supposed to be staying in the guestroom, his new bedroom, he had snuck into Freddy's room and crawled under the covers.
They kissed, softly, quietly, gently until Zack fell asleep. Freddy put his head next to Zack, taking in the sweet scent of his hair, his hand lightly resting on his hip. Finally, by 1:30, they were both asleep.
They woke up like that at 6:30 to Freddy's beeping alarm clock. They both got up, Zack going to shower in his bathroom, while Freddy went into his. Mr. Jones dropped them off at school at 7:20 in his Audi TT and the rest of the day passed uneventfully.
After school, Freddy and Zack headed home, since band practice had been cancelled due to the fact that Lawrence had Stock Market Club and Tomika had a dentist appointment. Mr. Jones was still at work, and Joan had gone to a friend's, so the house was silent when the boys arrived there. They dropped their bags in the kitchen and headed off to Freddy's room for a jam session.
They hadn't been able to rock together, alone for a long time. Whenever they did, though, Zack felt something with the drummer, not present when they played with anyone else. It was unexplainable, what happened when they played alone together. It was like the music flowed, from their fingers, merging in unison, to create one sweet, smooth song. There was no need for thinking, only feeling, and that was how it always was.
*
"Hope you like spaghetti, Zack. That's what we're having for dinner tonight." Mr. Jones announced as Freddy Zack entered the kitchen to find the balding man in an apron stirring a pot of what seemed to be spaghetti sauce.
"Not again. You must be joking, we have had pasta for, like, 3 days in a row!" Freddy groaned.
"Sorry, kiddo. I'm a busy man. Pasta's easy." Freddy scowled at this stupid pet name. Kiddo, how....childish.
"Dad, don't call me Kiddo." He snapped. Mr. Jones looked hurt, but he smiled and replied "Yeah, alright. I know, you're growing up."
Soon it was dinner time, and Joan had been dropped off. They were all sitting at the table, twirling spaghetti around their forks, when Mrs. Jones called and asked to speak with Freddy.
Minutes passed as everyone listening intently to Freddy's side of the conversation.
"Yes. No, Mom, you can't, it's not fair. No, why? I'm fine, though. No, Mom, please. No! I already told you no! Mom, no, I mean it. I won't. You cannot get me there, no matter what you do." Finally he had had enough and just slammed the phone down.
"She wants custody of me and Joan." He announced, plopping down into his chair. Mr. Jones rose angrily, picking up the phone and hitting redial.
"Cindy, you can't do this." He said, turning and walking into the living room. "It's not fair to them. They have lives here, they don't want to move out to New York. I don't care how much you think they'd like it. No. They are staying and if I have to take you to court, I will." And Mrs. Jones was hung up on for the second time that night.
A/N: I hope that wasn't TOO incredibly short. My parents went out and I was hoping to get a lot more done than this, but unfortunately, I couldn't. This chapter just didn't flow the way I wanted it to, and I'm sorry. I am open to any constructive criticism on this chapter especially, because I keep reading it but I'm not sure how to make it better. Review it...I'll post again tomorrow, hopefully, although I'm going to be very busy! Leave it xxxxx
i dont believe this! i read all your reviews and everyone was sayin, oh, its so good that freddy and zack are together! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS?!?!!? freddy is my guy, yes, MY guy! he is not gay! y is everyone so happy? o yeah, im dumb, so wot are slashers and flamers? anyways...*grumbles* freddy, mine, mine...
o yeah! idea! please, like, mention reviewers at the beginning of each chapter so i know what you think of my review!
::rolls eyes:: lol. This is what I think of your review, Wyverna. ^.^ First of all, I would just like to point out that you mentioned nothing of my story, just the reviews and that fact that ::cough:: Freddy was yours. (lol, I'm so getting a kick out of writing this! lol!) Second of all, I have mentioned reviews in over half of my chapters, so this leads me to believe that maybe you didn't read the story? lol, that would be even funnier, because, hell, who reviews stories they haven't read?! lol. Anyways, everyone is happy because slash rules! yay! And it shall TAKE OVER THE WORLD! bwahahahaha! And, by the way, slash=male/male relationships and a flamer is someone who reviews your story and tells you pretty much that your story sucks, you suck, and sometimes hints that you should get a life. Hope you appreciate the information, recognition, and...umm...everything else. Have a nice day! ^.^
For the rest of you guys-You guys are awesome. I've been learning from all the constructive criticism and stuff. And you guys make my day double cool with knobs! wo0t. Enough rambling from me, on with the show!!!
Zack had been staying in a hotel for the past 3 days, by himself, because his dad would not sign the papers. Child services said that for Zack to stay at Freddy's, his dad had to sign the papers, and that he was not doing. Sure, Freddy could stay with him in the hotel, not that Freddy preferred crispy sheets and hard mattresses to his own, but he had sacrificed the luxury of his own bed to stay with Zack one of the nights.
Although Freddy's dad wasn't opposed to their relationship, a caring father would not let his son stay in a hotel alone with his boyfriend for three days. He insisted it was just too much and once Zack moved in, there was a good chance they would get on each others nerves, and maybe even fight, so why speed up the process?
It was 10:01 on Monday night, according to the clock on the nightstand next to Zack, and he was already tired. Usually, he was a night person but he hadn't been sleeping well in the hotel by himself and just wanted so badly for his dad to sign the papers. He had 4 more days before he was shipped off to farmland.
He was bored and lonely and tired but he couldn't sleep. He was in luck though, because the phone rang.
"'Lo?"
"Hi, Zack, it's Mr. Jones."
"Hey....." He groaned. Why was Mr. Jones calling him? Why wasn't it Freddy?
"Get dressed, bud. You sound tired but I think you'll sleep much better at our house then at the hotel."
"What? Why would I be sleeping at your house?" Zack asked, not comprehending. It was like his brain had shut down after school, Dewey had even told him to leave band practice to get some sleep.
"Because your dad signed the papers! We're on our way to come pick you up right now. So get your stuff packed and meet us in the lobby in 5."
*
Although Zack was supposed to be staying in the guestroom, his new bedroom, he had snuck into Freddy's room and crawled under the covers.
They kissed, softly, quietly, gently until Zack fell asleep. Freddy put his head next to Zack, taking in the sweet scent of his hair, his hand lightly resting on his hip. Finally, by 1:30, they were both asleep.
They woke up like that at 6:30 to Freddy's beeping alarm clock. They both got up, Zack going to shower in his bathroom, while Freddy went into his. Mr. Jones dropped them off at school at 7:20 in his Audi TT and the rest of the day passed uneventfully.
After school, Freddy and Zack headed home, since band practice had been cancelled due to the fact that Lawrence had Stock Market Club and Tomika had a dentist appointment. Mr. Jones was still at work, and Joan had gone to a friend's, so the house was silent when the boys arrived there. They dropped their bags in the kitchen and headed off to Freddy's room for a jam session.
They hadn't been able to rock together, alone for a long time. Whenever they did, though, Zack felt something with the drummer, not present when they played with anyone else. It was unexplainable, what happened when they played alone together. It was like the music flowed, from their fingers, merging in unison, to create one sweet, smooth song. There was no need for thinking, only feeling, and that was how it always was.
*
"Hope you like spaghetti, Zack. That's what we're having for dinner tonight." Mr. Jones announced as Freddy Zack entered the kitchen to find the balding man in an apron stirring a pot of what seemed to be spaghetti sauce.
"Not again. You must be joking, we have had pasta for, like, 3 days in a row!" Freddy groaned.
"Sorry, kiddo. I'm a busy man. Pasta's easy." Freddy scowled at this stupid pet name. Kiddo, how....childish.
"Dad, don't call me Kiddo." He snapped. Mr. Jones looked hurt, but he smiled and replied "Yeah, alright. I know, you're growing up."
Soon it was dinner time, and Joan had been dropped off. They were all sitting at the table, twirling spaghetti around their forks, when Mrs. Jones called and asked to speak with Freddy.
Minutes passed as everyone listening intently to Freddy's side of the conversation.
"Yes. No, Mom, you can't, it's not fair. No, why? I'm fine, though. No, Mom, please. No! I already told you no! Mom, no, I mean it. I won't. You cannot get me there, no matter what you do." Finally he had had enough and just slammed the phone down.
"She wants custody of me and Joan." He announced, plopping down into his chair. Mr. Jones rose angrily, picking up the phone and hitting redial.
"Cindy, you can't do this." He said, turning and walking into the living room. "It's not fair to them. They have lives here, they don't want to move out to New York. I don't care how much you think they'd like it. No. They are staying and if I have to take you to court, I will." And Mrs. Jones was hung up on for the second time that night.
A/N: I hope that wasn't TOO incredibly short. My parents went out and I was hoping to get a lot more done than this, but unfortunately, I couldn't. This chapter just didn't flow the way I wanted it to, and I'm sorry. I am open to any constructive criticism on this chapter especially, because I keep reading it but I'm not sure how to make it better. Review it...I'll post again tomorrow, hopefully, although I'm going to be very busy! Leave it xxxxx