xX... PLZ EXCUSE ALL THE SPELLING MISTAKES, I'M DOING MY BEST WITH MY SPELL
CHECK BROKEN! Anyways this is chapter four, lots o people don't like the
story so I'm gonna end it soon! Thanks everyone for reading it! ...xX
Tomika and Zack sat down at a booth and the waiter delivered some waters, took their order, and promptly left.
"Zack, I haven't seen anyone from the band in ages! It was so weird seeing you. Have you heard from anyone? Any news?"
"I just met Katie again today, and Marta by coincidence, plus Patty was sitting next to me at the performance. The scary thing, all by coincidence,"
There was an eerie silence; there were no other costumer at the café. The waiter dropped by and left the food. Zack just picked at his while Tomika went all out on her bagel with cream cheese and lox.
"I can't believe we found each other again, it's so weird isn't it?" Tomika exclaimed through mouthfuls
Zack was finding it hard to make conversation since he didn't really know Tomika that well. They sat and made pity conversation for a while until Zack couldn't take it. Maybe this was why the band fell apart.
"Tomika, Dewey's on Saturday Night Live, and I'm gonna go watch him, so I gotta go. It was great seeing you, maybe I'll drop by the theater some time, here's my card. Bye," Zack said, hastily gathering his coat and things and heading out the door, not even waiting for a good-bye from Tomika.
"YOUR SUCH A FUCKING IDIOT!" thought Zack to himself as he walked down the pavement and hailed a cab.
Zack got back to the apartment, threw his coat and a chair, cursed at the world and flipped on the TV as he looked for something to sleep in. He let his black hair fall all over his face, he took off his shirt and climbed into a pair of boxer's. He sat down on the bed and removed his shoes. He had come in at the middle of the episode. Billy was standing with the band in the background. His face was all aglow with excitement.
"Ah, take that fucking smile off your gay face asshole!" Zack threw his shoe at the TV, he was more sad than angry. He had totally screwed up the day.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! DEWY FINN!" Billy shouted.
Music started and Dewey came out. Dewey hadn't changed at all. He was still overweight, still crazy looking. Zack had to smile, it was SO Dewey. Than Zack's smile flattened out as Dewey sung the opening verse:
Baby we were making strait A's
We were stuck in the dumb daze
Don't take much to memorize you lines
I feel like I've been hypnotized Zack felt like crying, cursing, yelling, screaming, and laughing. That was HIS song. Why wasn't Zack up there playing along side Dewey? It was a horrible feeling. The song went on and Zack just sat there, on his bed, motionless, unable to even think. When the song finally ended Zack got up and clapped.
The night for Zack was restless, he had totally screwed up his friendship with Tomika and apparently they hadn't spoken in a long while. He was mad at the world and wanted to get out of the dream.
"HI! You have reach Mr. and Mrs. Mooneyham, I'm sorry, we are on a cruise! If you are not with us than we don't care, I guess you can leave a message!" The answering machine for Zack's old house clicked on.
"Mom, Dad, you went on a cruise without me? It's Zack; I need some help... please call!"
Zack climbed back in bed, rain pounded on the window. Zack stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep. Where were Freddy, and Lawrence, and Alicia? Where was everyone else? Zack wondered this and subconsciously fell asleep
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For the past week, Zack had called in sick for work, he had spent the days with Katie at Pete's flower shop.
"Zack, you gotta go back to work, you need to make money, to pay the bills, you know?" Katie told him as she got some Tulips to go on the display. It was December 1st and Zack had no idea what to do at work, what happened, what were his duties?
"C'mon Katie, you know I'd rather spend the day with you," Zack half joked and half spat out the truth.
"Yeah, but you also gotta get your life going again, what are you doing anyway?"
She turned to him, he was writing on a yellow legal notepad.
"Nothing," Zack replied nonchalantly.
"Yeah right, gimme that," She reached for the notepad but Zack pulled it away.
"Sorry, it's just for me to look at," He replied, waving a no-no finger at her.
"Your not making your own version of the Kama Sutra? She joked.
"What? NO! God, you think I'm a perv or what?" He lashed out.
"No, just asking," Katie went back to Tulip clipping.
"Katie?"
"Hmm?" not even looking up from the tulips
"You free tomorrow? It's really important!"
"Sure, why"
Zack never got to answer, at that moment an angry customer shouted,
"Yo, Miss! Some service or are you two to busy flirting or what? C'mon, it's an emergency"
"Sorry, can I help you" Katie sarcastically replied, walking over to the desk.
"Yes, finally so service, anyway. I would like to have ten dozen roses sent to"
He was cut off by Katie's gasp,
"Sir, you know that ten dozen roses cost over three hundred dollars?"
"Yes, and I don't need you telling me how much things cost! I'll ask for that! Anyway, make the card out to say: My darling Marta, I hope your sister is much better very soon. That's all, send them to this address" He passed a slip of paper to Katie.
"You know Marta?" Katie asked
"Know? We are to be married in a week, quite a nuisance this sister of her."
It was then that Katie realized that the man was British.
"What is you name? I need to put that on the card too."
"Alex Westfield, you know my darling?"
"We were in a silly band in school," Katie laughed as she said this, Zack sat on the stool, totally absorbed in his notebook.
"School of Rock? You must be Katie, on the Bass?"
"Oh god, she told you about us?" Katie blushed and looked down at the bill she was writing, she was very embarrassed.
"Oh no, we have a recording from Battle of the Bands, its fantastic. Why did you brake up?"
"Oh, a silly argument." Katie finally finished totaling the bill, "Sir your bill is for ten dozen of our super fresh red roses in a custom arrangement. Your total is four-hundred-and-fifty-two dollars."
"Dear," Alex opened his wallet and wrote a check, "Please deliver that ASAP."
"Sure, no problem, it was very nice meeting you, Sir." Katie called after Alex as he began to go towards the door. But he stopped and turned around, heading back to the desk, "This is for you, good-bye," Alex handed Katie a very ornate and frilly envelope and walked out the door.
Katie examined the envelope, there was no name written on it, she opened the envelope. An equally frilly letter dropped out. It was on thick, light pink paper and in ornate red cursive. Katie read it out loud to Zack:
You are requested to attend the joining of:
Marta O' William to Alex Westfield.
Please join us on December 8th six pm at the Plaza Hotel
In the Oak Room.
We hope to see you there.
Finally, Zack looked up from his notepad
"You should go," He said simply and went back to writing.
Katie stared out the window, wondering...
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The next Monday came oh too quickly. It was 5 o clock and Katie had here dress on. She looked in the mirror that rested on the floor in her room. Her room was anything but like Zack's. Katie rented a studio apartment; there was a sick looking carpet in a sickly color, a sofa, a bed, a TV, and a small kitchen. She stood in front of the large mirror resting on the floor, looking at herself. Her dress was a deep red with practically no back, it was low cut revealing a lot of her breasts (which size weren't that bad). Her hair rested on her shoulders, she tugged at her dress a little, finally satisfied she put on a pair of high heels and was ready to go wait for her "date". She had pleaded Zack to go with her. She walked out of the building and walked the dozen or so blocks to the Plaza Hotel. She stood on the red carpeted steps right outside of the hotels massive bronze plated swivel doors. She looked anxiously around. Zack rounded the corner. She smiled. His hair was neat and down on his face, he wore black pants, a button down white shirt and, just for kicks, a red spotted bow tie he had found in a drawer. His hands were in his pockets and his hair fell into his face. Sort of, casual elegance, of sorts. Katie smiled, and laughed inside as she saw him walk. He lifted his head up and looked up at Katie, he wanted to gasp but he knew that that was impolite.
"You look, uh... amazing!" He couldn't take his eyes off her.
"You look so... Zack" Katie grinned.
Zack was so transfixed with Katie he didn't notice when she took his hand, they were in the door when he snapped back to reality. They walked happily hand in hand to the oak room. There was a large sign that said: Westfield- O'William Wedding:
Invitation ONLY! Katie and Zack went into the foyer of the room where everyone was mingling; Zack craned his neck looking for School of Rock people but Katie, ever the cool one, just took his hand and lead him to the punch table.
"Look at the wood-work," Katie heard a couple say to one and other. Katie looked up, yes, it was beautiful.
Katie and Zack were drinking their punch, holding hands, and making simple conversation when an oddly familiar voice rang out,
"Katie Brown? Zack Mooneyham?"
Katie and Zack swiveled around, Zack gasped and Katie dropped her glass of punch, spilling its read contents all over the dark carpet...
xX... OK, so some writer said my story was bad and I am really depressed so most likely I will finish it in the next chapter. Any complaints: email me: shmuke2000aol.com or just to chat... AIM shmuke2000 THANKS EVERYONE FOR THEIR SUPPORT ...xX
Tomika and Zack sat down at a booth and the waiter delivered some waters, took their order, and promptly left.
"Zack, I haven't seen anyone from the band in ages! It was so weird seeing you. Have you heard from anyone? Any news?"
"I just met Katie again today, and Marta by coincidence, plus Patty was sitting next to me at the performance. The scary thing, all by coincidence,"
There was an eerie silence; there were no other costumer at the café. The waiter dropped by and left the food. Zack just picked at his while Tomika went all out on her bagel with cream cheese and lox.
"I can't believe we found each other again, it's so weird isn't it?" Tomika exclaimed through mouthfuls
Zack was finding it hard to make conversation since he didn't really know Tomika that well. They sat and made pity conversation for a while until Zack couldn't take it. Maybe this was why the band fell apart.
"Tomika, Dewey's on Saturday Night Live, and I'm gonna go watch him, so I gotta go. It was great seeing you, maybe I'll drop by the theater some time, here's my card. Bye," Zack said, hastily gathering his coat and things and heading out the door, not even waiting for a good-bye from Tomika.
"YOUR SUCH A FUCKING IDIOT!" thought Zack to himself as he walked down the pavement and hailed a cab.
Zack got back to the apartment, threw his coat and a chair, cursed at the world and flipped on the TV as he looked for something to sleep in. He let his black hair fall all over his face, he took off his shirt and climbed into a pair of boxer's. He sat down on the bed and removed his shoes. He had come in at the middle of the episode. Billy was standing with the band in the background. His face was all aglow with excitement.
"Ah, take that fucking smile off your gay face asshole!" Zack threw his shoe at the TV, he was more sad than angry. He had totally screwed up the day.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! DEWY FINN!" Billy shouted.
Music started and Dewey came out. Dewey hadn't changed at all. He was still overweight, still crazy looking. Zack had to smile, it was SO Dewey. Than Zack's smile flattened out as Dewey sung the opening verse:
Baby we were making strait A's
We were stuck in the dumb daze
Don't take much to memorize you lines
I feel like I've been hypnotized Zack felt like crying, cursing, yelling, screaming, and laughing. That was HIS song. Why wasn't Zack up there playing along side Dewey? It was a horrible feeling. The song went on and Zack just sat there, on his bed, motionless, unable to even think. When the song finally ended Zack got up and clapped.
The night for Zack was restless, he had totally screwed up his friendship with Tomika and apparently they hadn't spoken in a long while. He was mad at the world and wanted to get out of the dream.
"HI! You have reach Mr. and Mrs. Mooneyham, I'm sorry, we are on a cruise! If you are not with us than we don't care, I guess you can leave a message!" The answering machine for Zack's old house clicked on.
"Mom, Dad, you went on a cruise without me? It's Zack; I need some help... please call!"
Zack climbed back in bed, rain pounded on the window. Zack stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep. Where were Freddy, and Lawrence, and Alicia? Where was everyone else? Zack wondered this and subconsciously fell asleep
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For the past week, Zack had called in sick for work, he had spent the days with Katie at Pete's flower shop.
"Zack, you gotta go back to work, you need to make money, to pay the bills, you know?" Katie told him as she got some Tulips to go on the display. It was December 1st and Zack had no idea what to do at work, what happened, what were his duties?
"C'mon Katie, you know I'd rather spend the day with you," Zack half joked and half spat out the truth.
"Yeah, but you also gotta get your life going again, what are you doing anyway?"
She turned to him, he was writing on a yellow legal notepad.
"Nothing," Zack replied nonchalantly.
"Yeah right, gimme that," She reached for the notepad but Zack pulled it away.
"Sorry, it's just for me to look at," He replied, waving a no-no finger at her.
"Your not making your own version of the Kama Sutra? She joked.
"What? NO! God, you think I'm a perv or what?" He lashed out.
"No, just asking," Katie went back to Tulip clipping.
"Katie?"
"Hmm?" not even looking up from the tulips
"You free tomorrow? It's really important!"
"Sure, why"
Zack never got to answer, at that moment an angry customer shouted,
"Yo, Miss! Some service or are you two to busy flirting or what? C'mon, it's an emergency"
"Sorry, can I help you" Katie sarcastically replied, walking over to the desk.
"Yes, finally so service, anyway. I would like to have ten dozen roses sent to"
He was cut off by Katie's gasp,
"Sir, you know that ten dozen roses cost over three hundred dollars?"
"Yes, and I don't need you telling me how much things cost! I'll ask for that! Anyway, make the card out to say: My darling Marta, I hope your sister is much better very soon. That's all, send them to this address" He passed a slip of paper to Katie.
"You know Marta?" Katie asked
"Know? We are to be married in a week, quite a nuisance this sister of her."
It was then that Katie realized that the man was British.
"What is you name? I need to put that on the card too."
"Alex Westfield, you know my darling?"
"We were in a silly band in school," Katie laughed as she said this, Zack sat on the stool, totally absorbed in his notebook.
"School of Rock? You must be Katie, on the Bass?"
"Oh god, she told you about us?" Katie blushed and looked down at the bill she was writing, she was very embarrassed.
"Oh no, we have a recording from Battle of the Bands, its fantastic. Why did you brake up?"
"Oh, a silly argument." Katie finally finished totaling the bill, "Sir your bill is for ten dozen of our super fresh red roses in a custom arrangement. Your total is four-hundred-and-fifty-two dollars."
"Dear," Alex opened his wallet and wrote a check, "Please deliver that ASAP."
"Sure, no problem, it was very nice meeting you, Sir." Katie called after Alex as he began to go towards the door. But he stopped and turned around, heading back to the desk, "This is for you, good-bye," Alex handed Katie a very ornate and frilly envelope and walked out the door.
Katie examined the envelope, there was no name written on it, she opened the envelope. An equally frilly letter dropped out. It was on thick, light pink paper and in ornate red cursive. Katie read it out loud to Zack:
You are requested to attend the joining of:
Marta O' William to Alex Westfield.
Please join us on December 8th six pm at the Plaza Hotel
In the Oak Room.
We hope to see you there.
Finally, Zack looked up from his notepad
"You should go," He said simply and went back to writing.
Katie stared out the window, wondering...
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The next Monday came oh too quickly. It was 5 o clock and Katie had here dress on. She looked in the mirror that rested on the floor in her room. Her room was anything but like Zack's. Katie rented a studio apartment; there was a sick looking carpet in a sickly color, a sofa, a bed, a TV, and a small kitchen. She stood in front of the large mirror resting on the floor, looking at herself. Her dress was a deep red with practically no back, it was low cut revealing a lot of her breasts (which size weren't that bad). Her hair rested on her shoulders, she tugged at her dress a little, finally satisfied she put on a pair of high heels and was ready to go wait for her "date". She had pleaded Zack to go with her. She walked out of the building and walked the dozen or so blocks to the Plaza Hotel. She stood on the red carpeted steps right outside of the hotels massive bronze plated swivel doors. She looked anxiously around. Zack rounded the corner. She smiled. His hair was neat and down on his face, he wore black pants, a button down white shirt and, just for kicks, a red spotted bow tie he had found in a drawer. His hands were in his pockets and his hair fell into his face. Sort of, casual elegance, of sorts. Katie smiled, and laughed inside as she saw him walk. He lifted his head up and looked up at Katie, he wanted to gasp but he knew that that was impolite.
"You look, uh... amazing!" He couldn't take his eyes off her.
"You look so... Zack" Katie grinned.
Zack was so transfixed with Katie he didn't notice when she took his hand, they were in the door when he snapped back to reality. They walked happily hand in hand to the oak room. There was a large sign that said: Westfield- O'William Wedding:
Invitation ONLY! Katie and Zack went into the foyer of the room where everyone was mingling; Zack craned his neck looking for School of Rock people but Katie, ever the cool one, just took his hand and lead him to the punch table.
"Look at the wood-work," Katie heard a couple say to one and other. Katie looked up, yes, it was beautiful.
Katie and Zack were drinking their punch, holding hands, and making simple conversation when an oddly familiar voice rang out,
"Katie Brown? Zack Mooneyham?"
Katie and Zack swiveled around, Zack gasped and Katie dropped her glass of punch, spilling its read contents all over the dark carpet...
xX... OK, so some writer said my story was bad and I am really depressed so most likely I will finish it in the next chapter. Any complaints: email me: shmuke2000aol.com or just to chat... AIM shmuke2000 THANKS EVERYONE FOR THEIR SUPPORT ...xX