A/N: ::puts hand on heart:: I swear there shall be no male pregnancies.
That is just sick and wrong, and...sick. Zack just doesn't want to have sex
because, hello, he's Zack and now I have a nice ending to my story! And
now, I will continue.
School had been a blur for both Freddy and Zack. Although the days dragged on, neither of them could seem to remember a single thing they had learned since Mrs. Jones had decided she wanted custody.
"Wait, what's 5 times 9?" Freddy asked, .looking up from his Algebra homework.
"Um...." Zack hesitated. "Isn't it 45?"
"Yeah. That's it. So, wait, to find the common denominator for these stupid long problems, what do you do? Why the hell do they think I care what x is?"
"Dunno. Don't you find something they both go into? For number 11 it'd be 2(x-6)(x-8)."
"How'd you know that? You usually suck at math."
Zack shrugged. "Looked in the back of the book."
"I can't believe she'd do this to me and Joan."
The other boy resisted the urge to roll his eyes. They had been through this before, a million times and every time he would say the same thing. "I don't know, she loves you and I guess she's doing what she thinks is best."
"If she loved me she would let me stay here."
"Yes, but....Well I don't know what to say."
"I hate her." Freddy groaned, banging his head on the table. "Fuck her. Fuck her. FUCK HER."
"Freddy! She's your mother!"
"I don't care! I won't go!" Freddy said, a small tear rolling down his cheek. He didn't care how childish he was being, he just wanted someone to tell him that everything was going to be ok, that he wouldn't be sent off to live with his bitchy, self-centered mother.
And that'd exactly what Zack did. Well, really that was all Zack could do. He guided Freddy over to the bed, where he lay down with him and stroked his hair.
"Shh. It's ok." He mumbled. He didn't know exactly what to say or do, but the fact that Freddy was clinging to him and whispering "I love you" over and over again into his neck was reassuring.
Freddy was like his father. Like I said, Mr. Jones put a hard-ass face on when dealing with customers, but Freddy not only put on a hard-ass face with his pupils, but with everyone. Everyone, that is, except Zack. And that what allowed them to have a relationship, the fact that Zack's presence caused Freddy to change.
'I'm going to laugh. Freddy Jones, the badass of the school, crying, I know I'm going to laugh.' And laugh he did. He started and he just could not stop. Freddy was staring at him in a freaked out kind of way, but Zack just kept laughing. Soon, Freddy started, and they lay there, laughing and clutching their stomachs because they were laughing so hard. Their eyes filled with tears, but still they couldn't stop laughing.
"Boys! You need to go to bed." Mr. Jones said, from outside the door and they heard the light in the hallway being switched off.
"Guess we won't finish out Algebra homework." Zack sighed, after calming down a bit. He pushed his books off the bed and crawled under the sheets. Freddy got in with him and they were asleep within minutes.
*
It was Tuesday, and there was only 5 days left before May 6th. The boys woke up about six o'clock, before the alarm clock, which was very unusual for Freddy; maybe not Zack, but definitely Freddy. They showered and went downstairs to eat their breakfast to find a note on the table from Mr. Jones.
"Freddy-Get Joan off to school, you and Zack stay home, I'll be back about 11:00 this afternoon. I need you guys to stay home today we need to talk. xx-Dad." Freddy read aloud.
"Stay home? Why does he want us to stay home? To talk about what?" Zack asked, dividing a pan of scrambled eggs up between him and Freddy.
Freddy grabbed a plate and a glass of orange juice and sat down at the table. Zack sat across from him, wordlessly eating his eggs.
"I don't know, but we've got 4 hours before he gets home."
"Should we do our Algebra homework we didn't finish?"
Freddy rolled his eyes. 'Typical Zack,' he thought, 'Always putting schoolwork before make-out sessions.' "Come on, man. Algebra? You want me, Freddy Jones, to do Algebra homework on a day off of school? You're insane!"
So they sent Joan on her way, after they had shoved a poptart in her hand, went into the living room and watched TV, kissing on commercial breaks, until Mr. Jones returned home around 11:30.
"Boys, we need to talk."
A/N: And that, my dear dear readers, is it for chapter 8. I promise there will be more. Soon, hopefully. If you haven't noticed, my chapters have been posted farther and farther away from each other. But whatever! lol, I hope you all liked it. BANG! I'm out!
School had been a blur for both Freddy and Zack. Although the days dragged on, neither of them could seem to remember a single thing they had learned since Mrs. Jones had decided she wanted custody.
"Wait, what's 5 times 9?" Freddy asked, .looking up from his Algebra homework.
"Um...." Zack hesitated. "Isn't it 45?"
"Yeah. That's it. So, wait, to find the common denominator for these stupid long problems, what do you do? Why the hell do they think I care what x is?"
"Dunno. Don't you find something they both go into? For number 11 it'd be 2(x-6)(x-8)."
"How'd you know that? You usually suck at math."
Zack shrugged. "Looked in the back of the book."
"I can't believe she'd do this to me and Joan."
The other boy resisted the urge to roll his eyes. They had been through this before, a million times and every time he would say the same thing. "I don't know, she loves you and I guess she's doing what she thinks is best."
"If she loved me she would let me stay here."
"Yes, but....Well I don't know what to say."
"I hate her." Freddy groaned, banging his head on the table. "Fuck her. Fuck her. FUCK HER."
"Freddy! She's your mother!"
"I don't care! I won't go!" Freddy said, a small tear rolling down his cheek. He didn't care how childish he was being, he just wanted someone to tell him that everything was going to be ok, that he wouldn't be sent off to live with his bitchy, self-centered mother.
And that'd exactly what Zack did. Well, really that was all Zack could do. He guided Freddy over to the bed, where he lay down with him and stroked his hair.
"Shh. It's ok." He mumbled. He didn't know exactly what to say or do, but the fact that Freddy was clinging to him and whispering "I love you" over and over again into his neck was reassuring.
Freddy was like his father. Like I said, Mr. Jones put a hard-ass face on when dealing with customers, but Freddy not only put on a hard-ass face with his pupils, but with everyone. Everyone, that is, except Zack. And that what allowed them to have a relationship, the fact that Zack's presence caused Freddy to change.
'I'm going to laugh. Freddy Jones, the badass of the school, crying, I know I'm going to laugh.' And laugh he did. He started and he just could not stop. Freddy was staring at him in a freaked out kind of way, but Zack just kept laughing. Soon, Freddy started, and they lay there, laughing and clutching their stomachs because they were laughing so hard. Their eyes filled with tears, but still they couldn't stop laughing.
"Boys! You need to go to bed." Mr. Jones said, from outside the door and they heard the light in the hallway being switched off.
"Guess we won't finish out Algebra homework." Zack sighed, after calming down a bit. He pushed his books off the bed and crawled under the sheets. Freddy got in with him and they were asleep within minutes.
*
It was Tuesday, and there was only 5 days left before May 6th. The boys woke up about six o'clock, before the alarm clock, which was very unusual for Freddy; maybe not Zack, but definitely Freddy. They showered and went downstairs to eat their breakfast to find a note on the table from Mr. Jones.
"Freddy-Get Joan off to school, you and Zack stay home, I'll be back about 11:00 this afternoon. I need you guys to stay home today we need to talk. xx-Dad." Freddy read aloud.
"Stay home? Why does he want us to stay home? To talk about what?" Zack asked, dividing a pan of scrambled eggs up between him and Freddy.
Freddy grabbed a plate and a glass of orange juice and sat down at the table. Zack sat across from him, wordlessly eating his eggs.
"I don't know, but we've got 4 hours before he gets home."
"Should we do our Algebra homework we didn't finish?"
Freddy rolled his eyes. 'Typical Zack,' he thought, 'Always putting schoolwork before make-out sessions.' "Come on, man. Algebra? You want me, Freddy Jones, to do Algebra homework on a day off of school? You're insane!"
So they sent Joan on her way, after they had shoved a poptart in her hand, went into the living room and watched TV, kissing on commercial breaks, until Mr. Jones returned home around 11:30.
"Boys, we need to talk."
A/N: And that, my dear dear readers, is it for chapter 8. I promise there will be more. Soon, hopefully. If you haven't noticed, my chapters have been posted farther and farther away from each other. But whatever! lol, I hope you all liked it. BANG! I'm out!