xX... Well, this is cutting close to the end! I hope you have enjoyed it!
There will most likely be the last chapter. If you have reviewed or
enjoyed this story YOU KICK ASS! Thanks soooo much for all your support!
This is my first ff so I hope to write a new one soon! I'm gonna try to
end it cliffhanger-ish so you can make up how you think it should end! ...xX
Katie woke up. Her hair was all over her face, the soft sheets were wrapping around her. Making it impossible for Katie to even think about getting up. A warm smell filled the room. Katie fought back the resistance and sat up. Smelling the air. She looked beside her but Zack wasn't there. She remembered little about last night (surprise, surprise) except the wonderful feeling of Zack's arm around her and the feeling of his warm body next to hers.
"Finally awake?" Zack yelled from the kitchen, "Coffee?" Zack called again.
Katie rubbed her eyes, getting some sleep gunk out of them. She pushed her hair behind her ears and got up. She went to the bathroom and pulled on her pants and shirt. She came out and went to the kitchen. Zack had slipped on a Green Day shirt he had found and was still in his boxers and he read the instructions on how to make coffee. Katie laughed, "It's not that hard Zack Attack," She commented and slipped the filter into the machine and opened a pack of grinds and dumped them into it, adding the water and turning the machine on. Zack blushed. The phone rang; Zack went to pick it up, "Hello? ..pause.. "Yes, hey!" ..pause.. "Yeah, sure, no problem. Tell him bye, ok ..pause.. bye, see you then." Zack hung up the phone. He turned to Katie who was putting up some toast.
"Summer," He said.
"Oh," Katie replied.
"Dewey's leaving for Detroit for a concert but Summer is visiting her boy friend Carl, she wants to have lunch," Zack said, reaching for the newspaper.
"Fun," Katie replied sarcastically, "Go. Where are you going?" Katie asked.
"Some address, I think her apartment, she invited you, she said it was, and I quote," Zack laughed, "Mucho Importante!" Zack laughed.
Katie smiled, grabbing the now burnt toast out of the toaster oven and sticking a pat of butter on it and grabbing a plate. She took the coffee and poured herself a mug.
"I don't think so; I've got a final in two hours." Katie said, not even looking up.
"Please! I don't want to go alone," Zack pleaded.
"Sorry, Zack, I would but I can't." Katie said, pouring Zack a mug of coffee.
They ate in silence for some time, when the phone rang again. This time Katie answered.
"Hello?" Katie said into the receiver, "No, Katie Brown, right, ok, hey!!" ..Long pause.. "OHMYGOD! What? How?" ..long pause.. "Ok, see you tomorrow."
Katie hung up the phone. "DAMNIT!" she yelled. Smiling.
"What?" Zack asked.
"I have no excuse not to go; Professor Lyndburg was hospitalized last night. Heart Attack."
"HA! Now you have to go with me," Zack smiled, triumphantly.
"Is it a formal thing?" She asked.
"Yeah, it's Summer, 'course" Zack laughed.
"Ok, then I better get going. I gotta get going. What time?" Katie said, washing her plate and dumping her coffee into the sink.
"Uh... Meet at the entrance to the park on 69th at 12:30?" Zack suggested.
"Great, see you." Katie grabbed her purse and was heading toward the door when Zack stopped her.
"Thanks for taking me home last night," He laughed.
"No problem," She smiled and walked out the door.
Zack leaned on the fridge, smiling. What gal she turned out to be. He finished the dishes and took a shower, attempted to shave, and got dressed. He was wearing a black pinstripe jacket with a white Pink Floyd shirt. Plus Khaki slacks. Punk Elegance, he assured himself. He smelled the fifteen or so aftershaves and colognes sitting on his vanity. None of them smelled natural. He decided on none of them. He turned on the TV and watched New York One. It was a section called, FRONT ROW. Zack sat up; they were doing a segment on RENT. He recognized a lot of the scenes and cast. Finally they did an interview with Tomika. The reporter was a man dressed in a fancy suit. Tomika was wearing a shirt with the School of Rock crest on it and some jeans. "Tomika Phillips, you've been continuously commented on by fashion critics for the shirts you wear, let's finish this once and for all, what the hell is that crest?"
Tomika laughed, "This is crest from a band I was once in, School of Rock."
The reporter turned to the camera, "There you have it folks: School of Rock!" Anyway, your performance in Rent, critically acclaimed. Tell us what you do to prepare for stage..."
Zack switched the TV off, realized he was late, got up, grabbed his jacked at went out the door.
Katie was nervous. Summer was once her best friend; she hated how they had stopped talking because of a stupid argument. She remembered it: They had been rehearsing and Katie had called Summer a prick for trying to get Freddy to notice her when Katie was obsessive over Him. Curiosity killed the cat? Hell no: Jealousy killed the god damn cat. Katie wasn't sure what would this lunch be like. She almost decided not to show up at the park, but then she thought of Zack. She was wearing the only formal dress she had. The one she wore to the wedding. Zack was always stunned when he saw Katie. The backdrop of the park made her look even more stunning.
"Ready gorgeous?" Zack asked.
"Yeah," Katie laughed. GORGEOUS? When was Zack the romantic type?
They walked through the park to 511 Riverside Drive, a she-she building with fancy architectural design. They pressed the button that said: HATHAWAY, SUMMER on it. A voice came on.
"Yes?" Said the voice
"Hey, it's Zack and Katie!" Zack said.
"Oh my god! You guys came!! Come on up!" She clicked off and the door buzzed itself open.
The lobby was marble floor and plush red carpet with potted palms reaching up to the 10ft. hall ceiling. They went to the elevator and went to floor 15. Once up they went to Apartment A, Katie had rung the bell.
The door opened. Summer was older, more mature (is that possible?) She wore a black sweater and printed pants, her black hair went down past he shoulders. Her face was all smiles when she saw them.
"Zack! You look great; I'm so exited to see you! Katie! You look stunning! I'm so sorry about so many years ago. Can you forgive me?"
Katie and Zack didn't have time to respond because Summer just went on, "Good, I'm so glad we can forget the past, come on in! Everyone's waiting for you!"
The apartment was the nicest Zack had ever seen. It was huge, marble floors, huge windows, and plush furniture. The whole works.
"OK guys!" Summer yelled, "The final addition is here!"
A loud cheer from the living room rang out. Zack and Katie went into the living room. All of Dewey Finn's short lived substitution life's class was there. EVERYONE. Even Freddy. A large banner read: ROCKIN REUNION! WELCOME BACK TO THE SCHOOL!
For the next two hours everyone had a good time. Talking, laughing, smiling. Then Summer brought out some instruments. Katie backed away, "Sorry, I don't do that anymore," Zack just smiled, he remembered how to... He grabbed the guitar. Freddy backed out too. But not Tomika or Alicia, they came right up and warmed up their singing voice. Marta wasn't there. Strange thought Katie. Slowly, Zack played the first couple of chords to School of Rock. Everyone cheered. He strummed through the song as Alicia and Tomika sung it. Everyone began to remember. But not even the song could change them back. All of them had made something with their life. They had done something. Even Katie, she was going back to school. Zack hated it, he hated everything. He didn't want to grow up if this was how it would turn to be. Zack put down the guitar. He couldn't do it. He apologized to Tomika but told Summer he couldn't stay, he had something to do. He lied through his teeth.
"Please Zack. I haven't seen you in ages!" Summer pleaded.
"Sorry," Zack went out the door. Freddy followed.
"Zack, can you come with me to airport?" Freddy asked.
"Sure, what the hell."
Zack and Freddy got into a cab. Freddy's cell phone rung.
"Hello?" Freddy answered. He listened for a while than passed the phone to Zack, "Katie," He said.
"Hello?" Zack answered, there was a long pause, then Zack dropped the phone.
"What's the matter?" asked Freddy.
"Nothing, nothing at all," Zack answered.
Everything was the matter. Marta had been crossing the street, when she stopped in front of a bus. She held her arms out and screamed. A witness said she had yelled, "I'm COMING! ABIGAIL! I'M COMING! But, apparently, she wasn't dead. Almost dead, Frankie got in a fight with Billy. Billy thought he was too good for the band and showed up towards the end. Said something mean about Frankie and WHAM! The whole thing fell apart. Marta was very close to dieing. Alex was hurtled into chronic depression waiting at the hospital.
They were now at the airport. Freddy and Zack got out. Freddy checked in and got a companion gate pass for Zack. They went through security and to the gate. They waited in silence for half in hour.
"I really appreciate you coming to see me off," Freddy commented, quietly, "I didn't think anyone would. It's so strange, we're so different. Zack, make something with your life. I know you aren't happy practicing law. I know you want something more, if you never walk on the limb, you'll never fly. I was through accepting limits, 'cuze someone side they were so... I jumped, I defied gravity. I'm happy; I'm making people happy; it's very fulfilling, no matter what you think you want, question it. Ask yourself: Are you sure?" Freddy went back to his magazine. They sat in silence :BEEP: Now boarding: Flight 3456 to London. :BEEP: Freddy got up; he was entering the gate when Zack called after him, again, "So, that's it? Just walk out of my life?"
Freddy smiled, "Do it! Defy gravity!" Freddy smiled, grabbed his pack, walked down the gate and into the plane. Strait out of Zack's life...
xX... That's it! THAT'S MY STORY! Check for an epilogue! I want you to infer how the story ends and email me!! I'll post my favorites later! Shmuke2000aol.com I would like to thank everyone who reviewed and read the story. I can't say how much you made this trial story a friggin success. If you ever need anything, I am your humble servant! Thanks to everyone who inspired me! Thanks to School of Rock, Richard Linklater (spelling?) GO HOUSTON! Thanks everyone. All the musicals I citied in the story: RENT, WICKED. Thanks to anyone and everyone!! OMG! I don't think I'll write another story for a while, but I'll be posting some more here, so check back. That last thing I can say to all of you is: THANKS SO MUCH, YOU KICK ASS! ROCK ON!
Katie woke up. Her hair was all over her face, the soft sheets were wrapping around her. Making it impossible for Katie to even think about getting up. A warm smell filled the room. Katie fought back the resistance and sat up. Smelling the air. She looked beside her but Zack wasn't there. She remembered little about last night (surprise, surprise) except the wonderful feeling of Zack's arm around her and the feeling of his warm body next to hers.
"Finally awake?" Zack yelled from the kitchen, "Coffee?" Zack called again.
Katie rubbed her eyes, getting some sleep gunk out of them. She pushed her hair behind her ears and got up. She went to the bathroom and pulled on her pants and shirt. She came out and went to the kitchen. Zack had slipped on a Green Day shirt he had found and was still in his boxers and he read the instructions on how to make coffee. Katie laughed, "It's not that hard Zack Attack," She commented and slipped the filter into the machine and opened a pack of grinds and dumped them into it, adding the water and turning the machine on. Zack blushed. The phone rang; Zack went to pick it up, "Hello? ..pause.. "Yes, hey!" ..pause.. "Yeah, sure, no problem. Tell him bye, ok ..pause.. bye, see you then." Zack hung up the phone. He turned to Katie who was putting up some toast.
"Summer," He said.
"Oh," Katie replied.
"Dewey's leaving for Detroit for a concert but Summer is visiting her boy friend Carl, she wants to have lunch," Zack said, reaching for the newspaper.
"Fun," Katie replied sarcastically, "Go. Where are you going?" Katie asked.
"Some address, I think her apartment, she invited you, she said it was, and I quote," Zack laughed, "Mucho Importante!" Zack laughed.
Katie smiled, grabbing the now burnt toast out of the toaster oven and sticking a pat of butter on it and grabbing a plate. She took the coffee and poured herself a mug.
"I don't think so; I've got a final in two hours." Katie said, not even looking up.
"Please! I don't want to go alone," Zack pleaded.
"Sorry, Zack, I would but I can't." Katie said, pouring Zack a mug of coffee.
They ate in silence for some time, when the phone rang again. This time Katie answered.
"Hello?" Katie said into the receiver, "No, Katie Brown, right, ok, hey!!" ..Long pause.. "OHMYGOD! What? How?" ..long pause.. "Ok, see you tomorrow."
Katie hung up the phone. "DAMNIT!" she yelled. Smiling.
"What?" Zack asked.
"I have no excuse not to go; Professor Lyndburg was hospitalized last night. Heart Attack."
"HA! Now you have to go with me," Zack smiled, triumphantly.
"Is it a formal thing?" She asked.
"Yeah, it's Summer, 'course" Zack laughed.
"Ok, then I better get going. I gotta get going. What time?" Katie said, washing her plate and dumping her coffee into the sink.
"Uh... Meet at the entrance to the park on 69th at 12:30?" Zack suggested.
"Great, see you." Katie grabbed her purse and was heading toward the door when Zack stopped her.
"Thanks for taking me home last night," He laughed.
"No problem," She smiled and walked out the door.
Zack leaned on the fridge, smiling. What gal she turned out to be. He finished the dishes and took a shower, attempted to shave, and got dressed. He was wearing a black pinstripe jacket with a white Pink Floyd shirt. Plus Khaki slacks. Punk Elegance, he assured himself. He smelled the fifteen or so aftershaves and colognes sitting on his vanity. None of them smelled natural. He decided on none of them. He turned on the TV and watched New York One. It was a section called, FRONT ROW. Zack sat up; they were doing a segment on RENT. He recognized a lot of the scenes and cast. Finally they did an interview with Tomika. The reporter was a man dressed in a fancy suit. Tomika was wearing a shirt with the School of Rock crest on it and some jeans. "Tomika Phillips, you've been continuously commented on by fashion critics for the shirts you wear, let's finish this once and for all, what the hell is that crest?"
Tomika laughed, "This is crest from a band I was once in, School of Rock."
The reporter turned to the camera, "There you have it folks: School of Rock!" Anyway, your performance in Rent, critically acclaimed. Tell us what you do to prepare for stage..."
Zack switched the TV off, realized he was late, got up, grabbed his jacked at went out the door.
Katie was nervous. Summer was once her best friend; she hated how they had stopped talking because of a stupid argument. She remembered it: They had been rehearsing and Katie had called Summer a prick for trying to get Freddy to notice her when Katie was obsessive over Him. Curiosity killed the cat? Hell no: Jealousy killed the god damn cat. Katie wasn't sure what would this lunch be like. She almost decided not to show up at the park, but then she thought of Zack. She was wearing the only formal dress she had. The one she wore to the wedding. Zack was always stunned when he saw Katie. The backdrop of the park made her look even more stunning.
"Ready gorgeous?" Zack asked.
"Yeah," Katie laughed. GORGEOUS? When was Zack the romantic type?
They walked through the park to 511 Riverside Drive, a she-she building with fancy architectural design. They pressed the button that said: HATHAWAY, SUMMER on it. A voice came on.
"Yes?" Said the voice
"Hey, it's Zack and Katie!" Zack said.
"Oh my god! You guys came!! Come on up!" She clicked off and the door buzzed itself open.
The lobby was marble floor and plush red carpet with potted palms reaching up to the 10ft. hall ceiling. They went to the elevator and went to floor 15. Once up they went to Apartment A, Katie had rung the bell.
The door opened. Summer was older, more mature (is that possible?) She wore a black sweater and printed pants, her black hair went down past he shoulders. Her face was all smiles when she saw them.
"Zack! You look great; I'm so exited to see you! Katie! You look stunning! I'm so sorry about so many years ago. Can you forgive me?"
Katie and Zack didn't have time to respond because Summer just went on, "Good, I'm so glad we can forget the past, come on in! Everyone's waiting for you!"
The apartment was the nicest Zack had ever seen. It was huge, marble floors, huge windows, and plush furniture. The whole works.
"OK guys!" Summer yelled, "The final addition is here!"
A loud cheer from the living room rang out. Zack and Katie went into the living room. All of Dewey Finn's short lived substitution life's class was there. EVERYONE. Even Freddy. A large banner read: ROCKIN REUNION! WELCOME BACK TO THE SCHOOL!
For the next two hours everyone had a good time. Talking, laughing, smiling. Then Summer brought out some instruments. Katie backed away, "Sorry, I don't do that anymore," Zack just smiled, he remembered how to... He grabbed the guitar. Freddy backed out too. But not Tomika or Alicia, they came right up and warmed up their singing voice. Marta wasn't there. Strange thought Katie. Slowly, Zack played the first couple of chords to School of Rock. Everyone cheered. He strummed through the song as Alicia and Tomika sung it. Everyone began to remember. But not even the song could change them back. All of them had made something with their life. They had done something. Even Katie, she was going back to school. Zack hated it, he hated everything. He didn't want to grow up if this was how it would turn to be. Zack put down the guitar. He couldn't do it. He apologized to Tomika but told Summer he couldn't stay, he had something to do. He lied through his teeth.
"Please Zack. I haven't seen you in ages!" Summer pleaded.
"Sorry," Zack went out the door. Freddy followed.
"Zack, can you come with me to airport?" Freddy asked.
"Sure, what the hell."
Zack and Freddy got into a cab. Freddy's cell phone rung.
"Hello?" Freddy answered. He listened for a while than passed the phone to Zack, "Katie," He said.
"Hello?" Zack answered, there was a long pause, then Zack dropped the phone.
"What's the matter?" asked Freddy.
"Nothing, nothing at all," Zack answered.
Everything was the matter. Marta had been crossing the street, when she stopped in front of a bus. She held her arms out and screamed. A witness said she had yelled, "I'm COMING! ABIGAIL! I'M COMING! But, apparently, she wasn't dead. Almost dead, Frankie got in a fight with Billy. Billy thought he was too good for the band and showed up towards the end. Said something mean about Frankie and WHAM! The whole thing fell apart. Marta was very close to dieing. Alex was hurtled into chronic depression waiting at the hospital.
They were now at the airport. Freddy and Zack got out. Freddy checked in and got a companion gate pass for Zack. They went through security and to the gate. They waited in silence for half in hour.
"I really appreciate you coming to see me off," Freddy commented, quietly, "I didn't think anyone would. It's so strange, we're so different. Zack, make something with your life. I know you aren't happy practicing law. I know you want something more, if you never walk on the limb, you'll never fly. I was through accepting limits, 'cuze someone side they were so... I jumped, I defied gravity. I'm happy; I'm making people happy; it's very fulfilling, no matter what you think you want, question it. Ask yourself: Are you sure?" Freddy went back to his magazine. They sat in silence :BEEP: Now boarding: Flight 3456 to London. :BEEP: Freddy got up; he was entering the gate when Zack called after him, again, "So, that's it? Just walk out of my life?"
Freddy smiled, "Do it! Defy gravity!" Freddy smiled, grabbed his pack, walked down the gate and into the plane. Strait out of Zack's life...
xX... That's it! THAT'S MY STORY! Check for an epilogue! I want you to infer how the story ends and email me!! I'll post my favorites later! Shmuke2000aol.com I would like to thank everyone who reviewed and read the story. I can't say how much you made this trial story a friggin success. If you ever need anything, I am your humble servant! Thanks to everyone who inspired me! Thanks to School of Rock, Richard Linklater (spelling?) GO HOUSTON! Thanks everyone. All the musicals I citied in the story: RENT, WICKED. Thanks to anyone and everyone!! OMG! I don't think I'll write another story for a while, but I'll be posting some more here, so check back. That last thing I can say to all of you is: THANKS SO MUCH, YOU KICK ASS! ROCK ON!