I'm gonna try to make this one a little bit longer.
Summerkitti – Thanks=] I have a learning disability by the way , so I've always had trouble with that stuff , but I'm trying to make the best of it with spell check.
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Chapter 2
Freddy Shrugged. "You could still like come over and stuff. We can practice and stuff. And then if u decide to spend the day we could eat and ... well , yeah , stuff", Freddy finished with a nod and a look of satisfaction on his face.
"That's quite a vocabulary Freddy", Katie responded pretending to be impressed.
"Hey my name rhymes with vocabulary. Wicked."
"I gotta change, give me a minute", Katie said picking up her clothes on the floor. She went through an archway to a bathroom.
Freddy got up and was looking around. He stumbled upon her CD player. It was always an interest of his to see what people had in their CD players. Just to see what she REALLY listened to, he thought wickedly.
He pressed the reject button, and a three-way CD dispenser popped out, unveiling a Metallica, Doors and—hold on, Metallica?
Freddy could ever so freshly remember the arguments him and Katie would have. Metallica was one of Freddy's favorite bands, but certainly not one of Katie's, or so he thought.
The Name of the CD was "Ride the lightning", definitely their last album before they sold out with albums like "Saint Anger"...Also Ironic, because in arguments Katie would point out the flaws of "Fade to Black".
Just like an argument they had last week... i
"Lars adds a 'WHAAHH' to everything. Yeah, that's talent", Katie said rolling her eyes.
They were on their way to Freddy's on a Saturday morning after going into the village for a walk.
"Hey, just because my man likes to add some excitement to the music doesn't mean they don't have talent", Freddy came back, sounding satisfied with his comeback.
"Argue as you may, I'll never give in. Fade to black was a disgrace: Completely Pink Floyd. They Bite. They're completely unoriginal and—"
"You don't like them", Fredrick interrupted, "simply because they're my favorite band—that's it—isn't it?", Freddy said with a sarcastic disgust.
"Yes, Fredrick, You've got me there. We like the same movies, same video games, and have the same friends. But I refuse to like the same bands as you", Katie came back in a passionate sarcastic voice.
/i
And there was Freddy staring down the "Ride the lightning" Album. 'Well', he thought. 'Maybe she just wanted to see what I saw in it. Or maybe she only likes one song. Or maybe it's one of her friends'.
Katie came out in her black wife beater and fitted hip-huggers. She was wearing classic black converses, and her hair was limply wavy.
Freddy was staring at Katie a little too long and she finally blurted out, "What? Have you never seen a girl before?".
"Yes I have. I've seen them Naked too. Let's go.", He said shutting the CD player and pressing the power button, to turn it off.
"You've so never seen a girl naked Freddy", Katie said, sounding more sure than she was about the matter.
"Maybe not up close and personal but one day it shall happen. Everyone thinks Freddy is hot. I think Freddy is hot", Freddy said smiling rather enthusiastically.
"Freddy thinks Freddy is hot, because Freddy is incredibly full of himself!", Katie said with a fake smile.
"Damn straight", Freddy said nodding enthusiastically.
"Woah, gangsta Freddy chimes in with an original line", Katie said heading towards the door.
When they got downstairs Freddy picked up his bag and they went out the door. Katie ripped the note from her mom off the door, crumpled it, and threw it out in the garbage can.
Freddy shut the gate behind them. He looked at Katie and realized something different. "You look different", Freddy said scrunching his eyebrows.
Katie Shrugged. "What exactly looks so different?"
Freddy shrugged back. "I don't know, you look different".
Katie sighed as Freddy reached back from the gate and walked towards his house. "And, now that we've addressed that twice, is it a good different, or a bad different?"
Freddy Shrugged, yet again. "It's a Good Different", he began, "For someone who looks like Dewey", he added.
"Not funny", Katie began. "And you're not so attractive, yourself, so keep it shut".
"I was just kidding", Freddy said, imitating a 4-year-old. "It's a good different. You look... prettier".
"Um, Thanks", Katie responded, not sure if it was a compliment.
Two blocks into their walk, they passed Zack's and they both were pondering to ask the other if they should get Zack.
"Hey you wanna—", they both began
"What?", Freddy asked nodding politely. They stopped walking.
"No, what were you gonna say?", she asked standing up perfectly straight.
"Well I wanna gonna ask if you wanted to get Zack, what were you gonna ask?", he asked a little awkwardly.
"Same", she said, awkwardly smiling.
Freddy nodded towards the stairs, he jumped the low fence and Katie followed.
The Ding-Dong of the Doorbell echoed through the front porch. They stood on either side of the porch, leaning on the railings.
His dad opened the door.
Freddy never really got along too well with Zack before the band, him and Frankie just kind of kicked it back in the back of the room, even if Frankie often went on to his other friends. In cases like that, Freddy would lone it. He'd stress his hard-ass attitude even more to prove to everyone he didn't need friends. Katie knew different. Him and Katie used to hangout outside school a lot, since they were much younger, but it seemed in school they just didn't mesh. In fact, if it weren't for the band, Freddy would still be kickin' it in the back with Frankie. Alone.
"Hey Mr. M, Zack home?", Freddy asked nicely.
"Yeah, come in guys", Zack's father opened the door to the living room. Zack's family was loaded, but they preferred to keep it simple, and maintained their life in an average family's home.
Katie and Freddy went into Zack's room in the back where he was restringing his guitar. When Zack got angry, he had a [two week old] reputation for strumming a little too hard.
"Hey man!"
"Hey Freddy, what's goin' on man?"
They exchanged a pound and Katie followed into the room behind Freddy.
"Hey Zack!", Katie said closing the door behind her. She sat down next to him. "What you up to?".
"Ah just restringing... my dad's been getting on my case", Zack said shaking his head and looking down at his guitar.
"Oh, what happened to STEP OFF, Zack?", Freddy asked teasingly.
"Hey now, it wasn't my choice of words", Zack said still smiling, "Dewey put the spotlight on me".
The trio spent the next 10 seconds smiling and laughing, and Zack popped the question.
"So what brings you to the home of my 'perfect' family?" Zack asked pulling at the 'A' chord he just re-strung.
"Me and Katie were on our way to my house and we wanted to know if you wanted to hang out", Freddy answered with his leg up on the wall, picking up a few CDs on the side table.
"Sure", Zack said with a shrug. He sat down on the floor, balancing himself on his feet, dragging his case from underneath the bed. He pulled his guitar off the couch and started to put his guitar inside the case. "Where's your bass, Katie?", Zack asked turning around from his guitar case.
"Home", she answered a little uneasily. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, what time is it?", Zack asked scrunching his face a little.
Freddy looked down at his watch. "Almost 4", he replied with an eyebrow lift.
"Well, band practice is at 5:30, don't you think you should bring your bass to Freddy's?", Zack asked with a little shrug, zipping his guitar case shut.
"Oh snap!", Katie responded.
"Yeah I forgot too. We can stop by your house", Freddy said, as if no big deal.
"Um yeah I still gotta change out of my uniform," Zack said taking some clothes from his drawers. "So why don't you guys just chill here a sec, I'll be right back". He closed the drawers and went into the bathroom.
Freddy put down the CDs and sat next to Katie, who had her legs folded up on the bed with her hands on either side of her body. Freddy put his ankle up on his other leg and put his head back.
"Should we stop to get the rest of the class?" Freddy asked, rolling his head in Katie's direction. He looked at her waiting for a response. "You know, for practice".
"Doesn't matter to me, we'll ask Zack when he comes back".
Freddy nodded. "You know, me and Zack never really talked before the band." Freddy began. "I mean, in kindergarten, but that was a different story. I guess it's kind of weird. You don't talk to someone for 5 years and then you're giving each other beats to jam to."
"Yeah... I guess I know what you mean", Katie replied with a sigh.
"What's on your mind", Freddy asked nudging her arm.
"I don't know", Katie said shaking her head a little. "It's just that maybe it's like we're all being forced to like each other. Just knowing we have to see each other every day, not just in school anymore".
Summerkitti – Thanks=] I have a learning disability by the way , so I've always had trouble with that stuff , but I'm trying to make the best of it with spell check.
Naners 77 – Thanks dude , glad u think so=] I also read your story; in fact, it was the first school of rock fic I ever read. I really like it and I hope you continue it.
Chapter 2
Freddy Shrugged. "You could still like come over and stuff. We can practice and stuff. And then if u decide to spend the day we could eat and ... well , yeah , stuff", Freddy finished with a nod and a look of satisfaction on his face.
"That's quite a vocabulary Freddy", Katie responded pretending to be impressed.
"Hey my name rhymes with vocabulary. Wicked."
"I gotta change, give me a minute", Katie said picking up her clothes on the floor. She went through an archway to a bathroom.
Freddy got up and was looking around. He stumbled upon her CD player. It was always an interest of his to see what people had in their CD players. Just to see what she REALLY listened to, he thought wickedly.
He pressed the reject button, and a three-way CD dispenser popped out, unveiling a Metallica, Doors and—hold on, Metallica?
Freddy could ever so freshly remember the arguments him and Katie would have. Metallica was one of Freddy's favorite bands, but certainly not one of Katie's, or so he thought.
The Name of the CD was "Ride the lightning", definitely their last album before they sold out with albums like "Saint Anger"...Also Ironic, because in arguments Katie would point out the flaws of "Fade to Black".
Just like an argument they had last week... i
"Lars adds a 'WHAAHH' to everything. Yeah, that's talent", Katie said rolling her eyes.
They were on their way to Freddy's on a Saturday morning after going into the village for a walk.
"Hey, just because my man likes to add some excitement to the music doesn't mean they don't have talent", Freddy came back, sounding satisfied with his comeback.
"Argue as you may, I'll never give in. Fade to black was a disgrace: Completely Pink Floyd. They Bite. They're completely unoriginal and—"
"You don't like them", Fredrick interrupted, "simply because they're my favorite band—that's it—isn't it?", Freddy said with a sarcastic disgust.
"Yes, Fredrick, You've got me there. We like the same movies, same video games, and have the same friends. But I refuse to like the same bands as you", Katie came back in a passionate sarcastic voice.
/i
And there was Freddy staring down the "Ride the lightning" Album. 'Well', he thought. 'Maybe she just wanted to see what I saw in it. Or maybe she only likes one song. Or maybe it's one of her friends'.
Katie came out in her black wife beater and fitted hip-huggers. She was wearing classic black converses, and her hair was limply wavy.
Freddy was staring at Katie a little too long and she finally blurted out, "What? Have you never seen a girl before?".
"Yes I have. I've seen them Naked too. Let's go.", He said shutting the CD player and pressing the power button, to turn it off.
"You've so never seen a girl naked Freddy", Katie said, sounding more sure than she was about the matter.
"Maybe not up close and personal but one day it shall happen. Everyone thinks Freddy is hot. I think Freddy is hot", Freddy said smiling rather enthusiastically.
"Freddy thinks Freddy is hot, because Freddy is incredibly full of himself!", Katie said with a fake smile.
"Damn straight", Freddy said nodding enthusiastically.
"Woah, gangsta Freddy chimes in with an original line", Katie said heading towards the door.
When they got downstairs Freddy picked up his bag and they went out the door. Katie ripped the note from her mom off the door, crumpled it, and threw it out in the garbage can.
Freddy shut the gate behind them. He looked at Katie and realized something different. "You look different", Freddy said scrunching his eyebrows.
Katie Shrugged. "What exactly looks so different?"
Freddy shrugged back. "I don't know, you look different".
Katie sighed as Freddy reached back from the gate and walked towards his house. "And, now that we've addressed that twice, is it a good different, or a bad different?"
Freddy Shrugged, yet again. "It's a Good Different", he began, "For someone who looks like Dewey", he added.
"Not funny", Katie began. "And you're not so attractive, yourself, so keep it shut".
"I was just kidding", Freddy said, imitating a 4-year-old. "It's a good different. You look... prettier".
"Um, Thanks", Katie responded, not sure if it was a compliment.
Two blocks into their walk, they passed Zack's and they both were pondering to ask the other if they should get Zack.
"Hey you wanna—", they both began
"What?", Freddy asked nodding politely. They stopped walking.
"No, what were you gonna say?", she asked standing up perfectly straight.
"Well I wanna gonna ask if you wanted to get Zack, what were you gonna ask?", he asked a little awkwardly.
"Same", she said, awkwardly smiling.
Freddy nodded towards the stairs, he jumped the low fence and Katie followed.
The Ding-Dong of the Doorbell echoed through the front porch. They stood on either side of the porch, leaning on the railings.
His dad opened the door.
Freddy never really got along too well with Zack before the band, him and Frankie just kind of kicked it back in the back of the room, even if Frankie often went on to his other friends. In cases like that, Freddy would lone it. He'd stress his hard-ass attitude even more to prove to everyone he didn't need friends. Katie knew different. Him and Katie used to hangout outside school a lot, since they were much younger, but it seemed in school they just didn't mesh. In fact, if it weren't for the band, Freddy would still be kickin' it in the back with Frankie. Alone.
"Hey Mr. M, Zack home?", Freddy asked nicely.
"Yeah, come in guys", Zack's father opened the door to the living room. Zack's family was loaded, but they preferred to keep it simple, and maintained their life in an average family's home.
Katie and Freddy went into Zack's room in the back where he was restringing his guitar. When Zack got angry, he had a [two week old] reputation for strumming a little too hard.
"Hey man!"
"Hey Freddy, what's goin' on man?"
They exchanged a pound and Katie followed into the room behind Freddy.
"Hey Zack!", Katie said closing the door behind her. She sat down next to him. "What you up to?".
"Ah just restringing... my dad's been getting on my case", Zack said shaking his head and looking down at his guitar.
"Oh, what happened to STEP OFF, Zack?", Freddy asked teasingly.
"Hey now, it wasn't my choice of words", Zack said still smiling, "Dewey put the spotlight on me".
The trio spent the next 10 seconds smiling and laughing, and Zack popped the question.
"So what brings you to the home of my 'perfect' family?" Zack asked pulling at the 'A' chord he just re-strung.
"Me and Katie were on our way to my house and we wanted to know if you wanted to hang out", Freddy answered with his leg up on the wall, picking up a few CDs on the side table.
"Sure", Zack said with a shrug. He sat down on the floor, balancing himself on his feet, dragging his case from underneath the bed. He pulled his guitar off the couch and started to put his guitar inside the case. "Where's your bass, Katie?", Zack asked turning around from his guitar case.
"Home", she answered a little uneasily. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, what time is it?", Zack asked scrunching his face a little.
Freddy looked down at his watch. "Almost 4", he replied with an eyebrow lift.
"Well, band practice is at 5:30, don't you think you should bring your bass to Freddy's?", Zack asked with a little shrug, zipping his guitar case shut.
"Oh snap!", Katie responded.
"Yeah I forgot too. We can stop by your house", Freddy said, as if no big deal.
"Um yeah I still gotta change out of my uniform," Zack said taking some clothes from his drawers. "So why don't you guys just chill here a sec, I'll be right back". He closed the drawers and went into the bathroom.
Freddy put down the CDs and sat next to Katie, who had her legs folded up on the bed with her hands on either side of her body. Freddy put his ankle up on his other leg and put his head back.
"Should we stop to get the rest of the class?" Freddy asked, rolling his head in Katie's direction. He looked at her waiting for a response. "You know, for practice".
"Doesn't matter to me, we'll ask Zack when he comes back".
Freddy nodded. "You know, me and Zack never really talked before the band." Freddy began. "I mean, in kindergarten, but that was a different story. I guess it's kind of weird. You don't talk to someone for 5 years and then you're giving each other beats to jam to."
"Yeah... I guess I know what you mean", Katie replied with a sigh.
"What's on your mind", Freddy asked nudging her arm.
"I don't know", Katie said shaking her head a little. "It's just that maybe it's like we're all being forced to like each other. Just knowing we have to see each other every day, not just in school anymore".