((Okey doke, here's the next chapter. I decided to make chapters from here
out from one POV- it's less confusing... Please read and review! Thanks!))
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this story.
Chapter Two: Small Talk
Barely anyone could be heard over the many conversations going on in that one apartment. Freddy was amazed. All the nervousness had rushed away as soon as he and Zack had stepped into the door.
He couldn't believe that there could be this many changes and so many similarities all at once! Take Tomika for example; she was still confident, an excellent singer, and kind-hearted; but she had lost a bunch of weight, looked like a supermodel, and was busy building her professional singing career. Gordon was still a super genius with any type of technology- but he had grown up quite a bit. Lawrence had finished his transformation from Geek to Mr. Cool- and still was more polite than all of the group put together. Marta had become a bit more reserved; but was as beautiful as always. Billy... well, Billy was still Billy- who was a part of a fashion line- but Freddy had to admit that the mustache did add some bit of a change to him. Freddy felt really stupid. Here were all of the people that made up the most of his life. They had all changed and grown for the better- and here he and Zack were; still obsessed with AC/DC and the sex Pistols; still punk rockers; still their usual selves. Was it because they had stayed together when the others had gone their separate ways? Or was because they had been effected by the music most? "Freddy? Is that you?!" A very timid, feminine voice asked from behind him. Katie.
~*~*~*Flashback~*~*~*~ "Katie! There you are! Where have you been? I haven't seen you all day!" Freddy had run up to her, with a soothing hug. Wait... tears were in her eyes... "What's the matter?" He whispered, taking her hands in his as they sat down at a bench along the parking lot of Horace Green High. He tried to look into her deep, brown eyes, but she kept averting his gaze. What was the matter? He felt her breath wash over him as she let out a shaky sigh. "I didn't get accepted to MSU." Katie had bit her lip. Freddy's mouth dropped. "What?! Why?! I..." He trailed off as tears rolled off of Katie's round cheeks. All of their plans. Ruined. All of their dreams of going to Michigan State together, rocking together, living together. Shattered. Ripped into itty bitty pieces, thrown out onto a highway, and run over by a garbage truck. He had worked so hard to earn the grades to get there, slaved away to get that music scholarship they had been positive Katie would acquire, too! And now she was the one who had to leave. When it should be him. "I didn't get accepted to MSU- because I got accepted to... God, Freddy! I got accepted to the University of Southern California!" She cried, pulling away. "What?! I didn't even know you had applied there! Why didn't you tell me?..." "Because," She growled, "I knew that something like this would happen. I knew that we wouldn't work out! Freddy- I knew you'd be mad at me! I knew you wanted to go to where Zack was going! I knew that you wanted me to apply there, too! But I didn't want to go there, Freddy! I want to get out of Michigan, away from here! "I didn't tell you I applied because you would have gone insane. I wanted our last few months to be great, okay, Freddy?! I wanted to enjoy the last few times with you before leaving for college without having you mad for applying where you didn't! Okay?!" She stormed. Freddy was dumbstruck. She had been letting him believe she had wanted to be with him when really she wanted to be on the opposite side of the country! "You know, Katie. Maybe if you had told me this earlier we could have gotten around it. But now we can't. And now I can't forgive you for making me believe something that isn't true." He told her, anger beginning to rise up through his body like lava. "I know! I'm sorry! I-I couldn't... You don't understand! I love you! I didn't want to hurt you..." She told him flinging her hands up. Freddy stood up, shaking his head. "You're right. I don't understand why you'd do this to me if you loved me. Because if you loved me, you would have told me back then; when it wouldn't have hurt as much! Cause now it hurts a lot, Katie! In fact, it hurts more than I've ever hurt before in my entire life!" He raged as he watched the tears stream faster down her face. "You know what? Fuck this! I'm out of here! I hope you have a good life in California!" And with that Freddy had quickly walked off into the fading sun. "Freddy!..." ~*~*~*~ End Flashback ~*~*~*~
"Katie." He whispered. The pain was coming back. They had been best friends, best enemies, best band couple... Or at least they had been. No. He was twenty-one now. That was three years ago. He wasn't going to let this ruin him now. Not after he had finally been happy again. He tried his best to give her a weak smile. God, she looked even better than he remembered... She returned his smile with one to match, revealing white, sparkly teeth. "So how has Spazzy McGee been fairing this whole time?" She asked him, averting his eyes in an all-too similar way. "Great. How's it in sunny Cali?" He replied as easily as he could. "It's been great. Definitely sunny... So, how involved with music have you been? Music scholarship, right?" "Yup. Me and Zack are in a dorm band called Late Pass. We're doing pretty good... How about you? Still with the bass?" "No... I wish I could say I was, but I haven't played in a long time." "Don't you miss rockin' out?" "Yeah, but I've got so much other stuff to deal with. School, work. They're basically my high priorities right now." Whoa. Either that came out wrong, or she had been dissing him for taking his music seriously. Judging by the shocked look on her face, it was the first one. Freddy should have known. It was too awkward to begin their arguing again. "I see... hey- I can't believe how everyone else is doing, can you?" Freddy commented, trying to perk up the conversation a bit. Small talk. Freddy hated small talk. But what else could you talk about with your ex- girlfriend, ex-best friend who you hadn't seen or talked to in three years?
Chapter Two: Small Talk
Barely anyone could be heard over the many conversations going on in that one apartment. Freddy was amazed. All the nervousness had rushed away as soon as he and Zack had stepped into the door.
He couldn't believe that there could be this many changes and so many similarities all at once! Take Tomika for example; she was still confident, an excellent singer, and kind-hearted; but she had lost a bunch of weight, looked like a supermodel, and was busy building her professional singing career. Gordon was still a super genius with any type of technology- but he had grown up quite a bit. Lawrence had finished his transformation from Geek to Mr. Cool- and still was more polite than all of the group put together. Marta had become a bit more reserved; but was as beautiful as always. Billy... well, Billy was still Billy- who was a part of a fashion line- but Freddy had to admit that the mustache did add some bit of a change to him. Freddy felt really stupid. Here were all of the people that made up the most of his life. They had all changed and grown for the better- and here he and Zack were; still obsessed with AC/DC and the sex Pistols; still punk rockers; still their usual selves. Was it because they had stayed together when the others had gone their separate ways? Or was because they had been effected by the music most? "Freddy? Is that you?!" A very timid, feminine voice asked from behind him. Katie.
~*~*~*Flashback~*~*~*~ "Katie! There you are! Where have you been? I haven't seen you all day!" Freddy had run up to her, with a soothing hug. Wait... tears were in her eyes... "What's the matter?" He whispered, taking her hands in his as they sat down at a bench along the parking lot of Horace Green High. He tried to look into her deep, brown eyes, but she kept averting his gaze. What was the matter? He felt her breath wash over him as she let out a shaky sigh. "I didn't get accepted to MSU." Katie had bit her lip. Freddy's mouth dropped. "What?! Why?! I..." He trailed off as tears rolled off of Katie's round cheeks. All of their plans. Ruined. All of their dreams of going to Michigan State together, rocking together, living together. Shattered. Ripped into itty bitty pieces, thrown out onto a highway, and run over by a garbage truck. He had worked so hard to earn the grades to get there, slaved away to get that music scholarship they had been positive Katie would acquire, too! And now she was the one who had to leave. When it should be him. "I didn't get accepted to MSU- because I got accepted to... God, Freddy! I got accepted to the University of Southern California!" She cried, pulling away. "What?! I didn't even know you had applied there! Why didn't you tell me?..." "Because," She growled, "I knew that something like this would happen. I knew that we wouldn't work out! Freddy- I knew you'd be mad at me! I knew you wanted to go to where Zack was going! I knew that you wanted me to apply there, too! But I didn't want to go there, Freddy! I want to get out of Michigan, away from here! "I didn't tell you I applied because you would have gone insane. I wanted our last few months to be great, okay, Freddy?! I wanted to enjoy the last few times with you before leaving for college without having you mad for applying where you didn't! Okay?!" She stormed. Freddy was dumbstruck. She had been letting him believe she had wanted to be with him when really she wanted to be on the opposite side of the country! "You know, Katie. Maybe if you had told me this earlier we could have gotten around it. But now we can't. And now I can't forgive you for making me believe something that isn't true." He told her, anger beginning to rise up through his body like lava. "I know! I'm sorry! I-I couldn't... You don't understand! I love you! I didn't want to hurt you..." She told him flinging her hands up. Freddy stood up, shaking his head. "You're right. I don't understand why you'd do this to me if you loved me. Because if you loved me, you would have told me back then; when it wouldn't have hurt as much! Cause now it hurts a lot, Katie! In fact, it hurts more than I've ever hurt before in my entire life!" He raged as he watched the tears stream faster down her face. "You know what? Fuck this! I'm out of here! I hope you have a good life in California!" And with that Freddy had quickly walked off into the fading sun. "Freddy!..." ~*~*~*~ End Flashback ~*~*~*~
"Katie." He whispered. The pain was coming back. They had been best friends, best enemies, best band couple... Or at least they had been. No. He was twenty-one now. That was three years ago. He wasn't going to let this ruin him now. Not after he had finally been happy again. He tried his best to give her a weak smile. God, she looked even better than he remembered... She returned his smile with one to match, revealing white, sparkly teeth. "So how has Spazzy McGee been fairing this whole time?" She asked him, averting his eyes in an all-too similar way. "Great. How's it in sunny Cali?" He replied as easily as he could. "It's been great. Definitely sunny... So, how involved with music have you been? Music scholarship, right?" "Yup. Me and Zack are in a dorm band called Late Pass. We're doing pretty good... How about you? Still with the bass?" "No... I wish I could say I was, but I haven't played in a long time." "Don't you miss rockin' out?" "Yeah, but I've got so much other stuff to deal with. School, work. They're basically my high priorities right now." Whoa. Either that came out wrong, or she had been dissing him for taking his music seriously. Judging by the shocked look on her face, it was the first one. Freddy should have known. It was too awkward to begin their arguing again. "I see... hey- I can't believe how everyone else is doing, can you?" Freddy commented, trying to perk up the conversation a bit. Small talk. Freddy hated small talk. But what else could you talk about with your ex- girlfriend, ex-best friend who you hadn't seen or talked to in three years?