A/N: Cookin' in the kitchen with Emriiil cookin' in the kitchen with
Emriiil! ::head banging:: Thank you all for the nice reviews! I think I've
figured out the plot for the end, this is almost over...sadly. I think after
this there will only be one or two chapters! Now, it's TIME TO PAAAAARTY!
~ If music be the food of love, play on ...
Shakespeare ~
"So you're just giving up?" Freddy asked, staring straight ahead at his father. The rain pounding on the windows grew louder in Freddy's ears. He shifted his gaze instead to the digital clock on the table, which read 12:04.
"Freddy, there's nothing I can do. She's going to win anyways, why spend all that money? They're laying people of at work, and I'm worried. I'm sorry. You have to leave tomorrow.....Joan will too, but I wanted to tell you first."
The drummer stood up and stomped up the stairs. Zack and Mr. Jones sat in silence, before Zack cleared his throat and went after Freddy.
"Freddy? Are you in there?"
"Go away. You can stay in your own room tonight." There was a pause before the blond opened the door and shoved a pair of boxers and Zack's guitar into the other boy's hands and slammed the door in his face, without another word.
Zack felt like crying, the only person he could count on had just let him down. He sat down with a thud and laid his head on his arms with his precious guitar leaning against the wall next to him. A single tear rolled down his cheek. 'Great, get a hold of yourself, Mooneyham. You're the lead guitarist of a totally awesome rock band and you're sitting here crying. Guys in bands do not cry.'
Minutes passed before Freddy opened the door. "Zack?" He sat down next to the other boy. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten mad at you like that."
Zack didn't look up, he couldn't let Freddy see his tears. They were foolish.
"Zack? You can come in if you want. It's ok. Zack?" Freddy lifted Zack's chin so the other boy had to look up. "Zack, why are you crying? It's ok, Zack. Everything will be ok."
"No it won't. You're leaving, Freddy. You're going to be living 10 hours away if I drive. But I can't because I'm only 15. So the point is, you'll be 10 hours away and I'll still be here, in your house, without you. And it's just not right. I want you to stay."
"I want to stay too. Let's take a walk." He reached for Zack's hand and the brunette didn't protest until he tried to pull him out into the pouring rain without a jacket.
"Come on, man. Just put your hood up."
"Freddy, I don't want to be soaked to the core by the freaking rain. It's only 40 degrees outside." But finally the guitarist complied and they headed down the street, hand in hand, the cold rain covering their faces and bodies.
"This would make a good song." Leave it to Zack to be thinking of music.
"What would?"
"Walking in the rain on a Sunday afternoon."
"Zack, it's not Sunday."
"Aren't we King-of-the-Obvious?"
"Well you said Sunday..."
"Are you trying to contradict my authority, Mr. Jones?"
For an answer all Zack received was one, sweet, lingering kiss.
Freddy pulled away, stuck his hands in his pockets and looked down. "Sorry."
"Why? You've kissed me millions of times." Zack said, caught off guard by the sudden shyness of his punk-ass boyfriend. "Not that it's getting old or anything." he added hastily.
"It's just that Marta, Tomika, and Lawrence are across the street, obviously cutting class..."
"What?!" Zack looked up to find three blank faces staring back at him.
"Oh...Freddy, Zack....what a beautiful day, huh?" Marta asked slowly.
"It's raining." Both Zack and Freddy replied at the same time. Zack's face was chery red, while Freddy looked cool as an ice cube. He was freezing as an ice cube, too, but he'd never admit it. They crossed the street as if their classmates had not just seen them making-out in the middle of the road.
"So y'all weren't at school today." Tomika said, starting to walk down the street. The others followed suit.
"Nah, I've got to live in New York with my mom from now on, you know, nothing too big to worry about."
"But...our show!" Marta exclaimed, stopping and turning Freddy towards her.
"I guess I can't make it..."
"We can't do it without a drummer." Lawrence said, speaking from the end of the line.
"Well, what do you suggest I do?"
"Stick it to the man."
A/N: Umm....that's chapter 9 folks! lol...Sorry for the long update...School...::muttering "damn algebra homework":: Anyways, I hope you guys liked this chapter...I personally would like to talk a walk with Freddy in the rain....But he's got Zack so what can I do? Anyways, review please! And oh yes! I wrote a flamers song. You all will be the first to hear it! (Besides my friend Jenna, because she special...lol) And It's to the tune of "Swimming, Swimming"...if you know what that is. Ok, I'm out! Mwuah!
Flamers, flamers, in my swimming pool When days are hot, and they're on fire They're in my swimming pool! Gun shots, knife wounds, fancy fencing too Isn't it great when They're in my swimming pool!
~ If music be the food of love, play on ...
Shakespeare ~
"So you're just giving up?" Freddy asked, staring straight ahead at his father. The rain pounding on the windows grew louder in Freddy's ears. He shifted his gaze instead to the digital clock on the table, which read 12:04.
"Freddy, there's nothing I can do. She's going to win anyways, why spend all that money? They're laying people of at work, and I'm worried. I'm sorry. You have to leave tomorrow.....Joan will too, but I wanted to tell you first."
The drummer stood up and stomped up the stairs. Zack and Mr. Jones sat in silence, before Zack cleared his throat and went after Freddy.
"Freddy? Are you in there?"
"Go away. You can stay in your own room tonight." There was a pause before the blond opened the door and shoved a pair of boxers and Zack's guitar into the other boy's hands and slammed the door in his face, without another word.
Zack felt like crying, the only person he could count on had just let him down. He sat down with a thud and laid his head on his arms with his precious guitar leaning against the wall next to him. A single tear rolled down his cheek. 'Great, get a hold of yourself, Mooneyham. You're the lead guitarist of a totally awesome rock band and you're sitting here crying. Guys in bands do not cry.'
Minutes passed before Freddy opened the door. "Zack?" He sat down next to the other boy. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten mad at you like that."
Zack didn't look up, he couldn't let Freddy see his tears. They were foolish.
"Zack? You can come in if you want. It's ok. Zack?" Freddy lifted Zack's chin so the other boy had to look up. "Zack, why are you crying? It's ok, Zack. Everything will be ok."
"No it won't. You're leaving, Freddy. You're going to be living 10 hours away if I drive. But I can't because I'm only 15. So the point is, you'll be 10 hours away and I'll still be here, in your house, without you. And it's just not right. I want you to stay."
"I want to stay too. Let's take a walk." He reached for Zack's hand and the brunette didn't protest until he tried to pull him out into the pouring rain without a jacket.
"Come on, man. Just put your hood up."
"Freddy, I don't want to be soaked to the core by the freaking rain. It's only 40 degrees outside." But finally the guitarist complied and they headed down the street, hand in hand, the cold rain covering their faces and bodies.
"This would make a good song." Leave it to Zack to be thinking of music.
"What would?"
"Walking in the rain on a Sunday afternoon."
"Zack, it's not Sunday."
"Aren't we King-of-the-Obvious?"
"Well you said Sunday..."
"Are you trying to contradict my authority, Mr. Jones?"
For an answer all Zack received was one, sweet, lingering kiss.
Freddy pulled away, stuck his hands in his pockets and looked down. "Sorry."
"Why? You've kissed me millions of times." Zack said, caught off guard by the sudden shyness of his punk-ass boyfriend. "Not that it's getting old or anything." he added hastily.
"It's just that Marta, Tomika, and Lawrence are across the street, obviously cutting class..."
"What?!" Zack looked up to find three blank faces staring back at him.
"Oh...Freddy, Zack....what a beautiful day, huh?" Marta asked slowly.
"It's raining." Both Zack and Freddy replied at the same time. Zack's face was chery red, while Freddy looked cool as an ice cube. He was freezing as an ice cube, too, but he'd never admit it. They crossed the street as if their classmates had not just seen them making-out in the middle of the road.
"So y'all weren't at school today." Tomika said, starting to walk down the street. The others followed suit.
"Nah, I've got to live in New York with my mom from now on, you know, nothing too big to worry about."
"But...our show!" Marta exclaimed, stopping and turning Freddy towards her.
"I guess I can't make it..."
"We can't do it without a drummer." Lawrence said, speaking from the end of the line.
"Well, what do you suggest I do?"
"Stick it to the man."
A/N: Umm....that's chapter 9 folks! lol...Sorry for the long update...School...::muttering "damn algebra homework":: Anyways, I hope you guys liked this chapter...I personally would like to talk a walk with Freddy in the rain....But he's got Zack so what can I do? Anyways, review please! And oh yes! I wrote a flamers song. You all will be the first to hear it! (Besides my friend Jenna, because she special...lol) And It's to the tune of "Swimming, Swimming"...if you know what that is. Ok, I'm out! Mwuah!
Flamers, flamers, in my swimming pool When days are hot, and they're on fire They're in my swimming pool! Gun shots, knife wounds, fancy fencing too Isn't it great when They're in my swimming pool!