Disclaimer: Unfortunatly the movie, School of Rock does not belong to me nor does that nice drumset that Freddy plays or that cool chalkboard. Oh, and the title and concept of this chapter is based on the song, Emily by Bowling For Soup on their album: Drunk Enough To Dance.
CH 2 – EMILY/WISH UPON A STARFreddy's POV
I remember my first girlfriend; Emily. It was back in seventh grade when I was twelve years old. Emily wasn't exactly drop dead gorgeous, but she was pretty. At least pretty enough for me. And I know that sounds really egotistical, but come on, you don't date someone you don't like or at least not attracted to, do you?
Well, along with her beauty, she also had a great personality. And when this happened, I was still, of course, crushing on Katie. And naturally, it was [still is] driving me nuts. So I thought that maybe if Emily was pretty and nice enough, my attention could drift off of Katie and go to Emily. So one day I asked Emily out. And she said yes.
I was really happy and I tried to make it work. The first couple of days were great. I even got my first kiss with her too. We became fast friends and soon everyone knew that we were a couple. Even Katie knew.
But then one day Katie came up to us and actually congratulated us for being together. She kept going on and on about how cute a couple we make. And it sorta made me sad. I'm not sure why – maybe I thought that this might make Katie jealous or something and it didn't work or maybe I was sad because Katie was perfectly fine with me dating other people unlike me where if she dated someone else, I'd throw a tantrum fit for a two-year-old.
Whatever the reason was, it made me disappointed but I continued the relationship with Emily anyway. And for a while it worked. For a short while, that is. My mind did get off of Katie for like two or three weeks. I started really liking Emily. In fact, I think I even convinced myself that I loved her.
But then just as my plan for getting Katie out of my head was working, something went wrong. Emily wanted to go out one evening so we went on our usual date; dinner and a movie. But went I dropped her off at her house she broke up with me saying that it wasn't working, that she would still catch me looking at Katie sometimes, blah blah blah.
I was real heartbroken, but the thing is that heartbreaking pain only lasted for a day or so. And I told myself that if my pain only lasted for a day or two, that meant I really didn't love her as I thought I did. So everything was back to normal – including my crush on Katie.
And here I am now – again – in Dewey's apartment, early to practice.
"Hi Freddy!" an enthusiastic voice yells.
"Aah!" I jumped a little, "Oh. Hi Katie. Didn't hear you come in."
"Which is weird, because you never seem to notice when I come in. But then again you were thinking about something. Well, from the look on your face anyway. What's up?"
"Oh I was just thinking about my love life. Past girlfriends; you know Emily and stuff." Did I just say that? Out loud? Great. Now I'm going to talk about my love life with my crush. Let me tell you – talking to your crush about your love life isn't exactly the most comfortable situation.
"Oh, I remember Emily. She was your first girlfriend. You two were so cute," she squealed and pinched both of my cheeks, "I have no idea why you broke up."
I slapped her hands away, "Do you always have to pinch me like that? It makes me feel so babyish."
"Which is my goal," she flashed me a smile and a peace sign. I took a pillow from the sofa and hit her smack on the face.
We laughed together, "Okay. All right. I get your point. But I'm not gonna stop doing it."
"Not going to stop doing what?" a voice popped in.
"Oh hey Summer. I'm not going to stop pinching his cheeks. Wanna see?" she said and pinched my cheeks again.
"For the love of God, will you quit it already?" I said rubbing my now red cheeks.
"Sorry Freddy. You're just so cute," Katie laughed. I still continued rubbing my cheeks. It was really painful. Wait…did she just call me cute?
"Yeah. So cute that I think I might give it a shot," Summer said and started towards me. I jumped off the sofa and ran behind my drums, "No thank you."
Suddenly the subject of talking about my love life seemed like heaven then talking about or pinching my cheeks, "Anyway. Back to the original topic. My love life."
"Whose love life?" Zack walked in with four sodas.
"Freddy's. You remember his very first girlfriend. Emily remember?" Katie said.
"Oh yeah. I remember her," Zack took a sip from his soda and turned to face me, "Didn't she dump you because she always caught you staring at…ow! My toe!"
I sent him a death glare, "Oh did I do that? So sorry."
"Quit it you two. I know you're going to start fighting soon. But continue with what you were saying Zack. Staring at who?" Summer questioned.
"Oh it wasn't a who. It was more of a something. Yeah. Um…Freddy would always be caught staring at Playboy magazines," Zack grinned at me.
Playboy magazines? PLAYBOY magazines?! Great. Now Katie probably thinks I'm some pervert or something.
Katie laughed, "Playboy magazines?! No wonder she dumped you, you big perv!" She slapped my playfully on the shoulder.
"I was NOT looking at Playboy magazines! I never even subscribed! I don't have a subscription to Playboy! I don't like Playboy!"
"Dude, we were just messing with ya," Zack said, "And even if you don't have a subscription, you can't say that you don't like Playboy. All guys like Playboy. Well, maybe except Billy."
Summer nudged him in the ribs, "Are you trying to tell me that you have a subscription to Playboy?"
Haha! Girlfriend trouble for Zack.
"No. Of course not – I. That's not the point."
By now, everybody in the band and crew were here.
"People! People! People!" Dewey said walking in from his room, "It's time to R-R-ROCK! To your positions!"
And so we started band practice.
KATIE'S POV
Usually I would take the bus to get to Dewey's apartment, but this time Summer and I were walking together.
"I can't help it Summer! I have to stop liking him. It's driving me nuts. I think if I stare at him any more I may possibly love the guy! Wait, scratch that. I think I already DO!" I yelled frantically.
"Katie. Breathe. That's right. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale," Summer chanted, "Good. Now that we're calm we can actually have a discussion. Now tell me what's on your mind."
"Okay. Well, I think I love Freddy. And if that's not bad enough, I – I think that if I like slash love him any more then I already do, I think I'm going to die because I know I have zero chance of ever being with him. It's driving me crazy. I can't stop thinking about him!" I ranted.
"Aww….my little Katie is in love," Summer said in that voice that you usually use for a baby. I glared at her. She cleared her throat, "Well, you are. I know how you feel. It's exactly how I felt before I got together with Zack. You're in love. And don't try to deny it. Honestly, if what you're asking from me is help on how to get rid of this feeling, I don't know what to tell you because I still have that feeling."
"Yeah, I know. But I still wanna get rid of it. I hate it when I like somebody, but then again I should have been use to it by now considering I've been crushing on the guy for six years," I said.
"Ooh, the corner store. You go ahead of me, okay? I wanna get some candy," Summer said, "We'll talk more about this later."
"Yeah, okay. See you later," I said and began to walk faster to Dewey's apartment. When I opened the door I saw Freddy sitting on the couch deep in thought.
"Hi Freddy!" I yell happily.
"Aah!" he jumped a little, "Oh. Hi Katie. I didn't hear you come in."
"Which is weird, because you never seem to notice when I come in. But then again you were thinking about something. Well, from the look on your face anyway. What's up?"
"Oh I was just thinking about my love life. Past girlfriends; you know Emily and stuff." Emily. Oh how I hated her. Well, I mean, I pretty much did hate all of Freddy's past girlfriends, but Emily was his first, so I think I hate her more and plus, she was always so snobby to me. But of course, I didn't tell Freddy this because they looked so happy together at the time. I didn't want to ruin anything.
"Oh, I remember Emily. She was your first girlfriend. You two were so cute," I squealed and pinched both of his cheeks, "I have no idea why you broke up." That of course is a total lie.
He slapped my hands away, "Do you always have to pinch me like that? It makes me feel so babyish."
"Which is my goal," I flashed me a smile and a peace sign. Before I knew it, I felt a pillow go against my face.
We laughed together, "Okay. All right. I get your point. But I'm not gonna stop doing it."
"Not going to stop doing what?" a voice popped in.
"Oh hey Summer. I'm not going to stop pinching his cheeks. Wanna see?" I said and pinched his cheeks again. I couldn't help but laugh. It was just so funny.
"For the love of God, will you quit it already?" he said rubbing his cheeks.
"Sorry Freddy. You're just so cute," I laughed, but suddenly just realized what I said. Did I just call him cute? Out loud? Oops…
"Yeah. So cute that I think I might give it a shot," Summer said and started towards him. He jumped off the sofa and ran behind his drums and said sternly, "No thank you."
I continued laughing. He just looked so cute acting so serious for once. He spoke, "Anyway back to the original topic. My love life."
"Whose love life?" Zack walked in with four sodas and handed one to each of us.
"Freddy's. You remember his very first girlfriend. Emily remember?" I said and tried my best not to frown at the sound of her name.
"Oh yeah. I remember her," Zack took a sip from his soda and turned to face Freddy, "Didn't she dump you because she always caught you staring at…ow! My toe!"
Freddy said sarcastically and raised an eyebrow, "Oh did I do that? So sorry."
"Quit it you two. I know you're going to start fighting soon. But continue with what you were saying Zack. Staring at who?" Summer questioned.
"Oh it wasn't a who. It was more of a something. Yeah. Um…Freddy would always be caught staring at Playboy magazines," Zack grinned.
Playboy magazines? Great. This definitely proves that Freddy goes for gorgeous, fit girls. Which I am not. I tried to make the best out of it though by laughing.
So I conjured up a good lie. Well it wasn't a lie exactly, more like a cover up, "Playboy magazines?! No wonder she dumped you, you big perv!" And for added effect I slapped him playfully on the shoulder.
"I was NOT looking at Playboy magazines! I never even subscribed! I don't have a subscription to Playboy! I don't like Playboy!" Freddy argued back.
"Dude, we were just messing with ya," Zack said, "And even if you don't have a subscription, you can't say that you don't like Playboy. All guys like Playboy. Well, maybe except Billy."
Summer nudged him in the ribs, "Are you trying to tell me that you have a subscription to Playboy?"
Haha! Girlfriend trouble for Zack.
"No. Of course not – I. That's not the point."
By now, everybody in the band and crew were here.
"People! People! People!" Dewey said walking in from his room, "It's time to R-R-ROCK! To your positions!"
And so we started band practice.
After band practice, Zack was walking Summer home.
"They're so blind," Summer said.
"Who?"
"Freddy and Katie. It's so obvious that they like each other. For heaven sakes even Dewey knows that there are sparks between the two!"
"I know what you mean. God, the whole band knows besides those two. And don't tell anyone but Freddy is always talking about Katie and of course I'm happy to help, but sometimes it gets so annoying I just wanna tell Katie that Freddy likes her so that they can go out already!"
"Yeah I know. It's like that with Katie too. Freddy this and Freddy that. I should've never made that promise not to tell anyone."
"Yeah. Me too," Zack said and draped his arm across Summer's shoulders, "Hey, I know we made a promise to not tell and stuff, but we never promised that we couldn't play matchmaker or something. Let's set them up. And I'm one hundred percent sure the whole band knows about them already, so we can always ask them for help."
"For once, you actually have a smart idea there."
"Hey!" Zack protested, "I am smart. Don't forget who comes second in class after you."
Summer said, "Leonard does."
"Oh. How about third then?"
"It's a tie between Sarah and Marco."
"Fourth?"
"Lawrence."
"Okay. You know what? Never mind."
Summer laughed and gave him a peck of cheek, "Don't worry Zack. No matter how dumb you are, I'll still love you."
KATIE'S POV
Here I am lying on my bed staring out the window with the curtains open letting the light of the moon and the stars come in.
My mom always told me that if you see a shooting star and you wish for something with all your mind, heart, and soul it'll come true. She said that was how she met daddy. She said that she was about my age when she knew she was in love with my dad. One night she saw a shooting star and made a wish. After five years of a firm and steady relationship, my dad proposed to her.
I wish that could happen. I wish that would happen with Freddy and me, but the odds are just too far apart if you catch my drift.
But life isn't a fairy tale. Shooting stars aren't real. They don't come true. At least not for me. Maybe for Summer and Zack or Lawrence and Alicia, but not for me. Yes, it strikes me strange how good-boy Lawrence would end up going out with tough-girl Alicia, but then again there is that saying 'opposites attract'.
I'm still looking out the window and – wow!!! I think I just saw a shooting star. It was so pretty and it just passed by at the speed of light. Oh, better make a wish.
I closed my eyes tightly and put my hands over my heart.
"I wish I may
I wish I might
To make a wish
This very night
Please – somehow make Freddy and me a couple. Please make us happy and please let us have a good relationship."
A bit corny I know, but it's not like there's a certain way of saying it. And I know I said that it was unlikely that a shooting star would pass by and everything and that I didn't believe in shooting stars and stuff, but hey, it wouldn't hurt to try.
Who knows? It just might work. And so I drifted off to sleep thinking blissful thoughts of me and Freddy…..
FREDDY'S POV
My parents are out of town and my older sister April just went out on her nightly shift at work. I guess that means I have to baby-sit my four-year-old sister Maye (but you pronounce it like the month of May).
Yes, I know, my parents are obsessed with the names of the months. Well no not actually, but that's the month they were born in. I was born in the month of June, and I think my parents were going to name me June if not for the fact that my father wanted to name me after my great grand-father who had fought in World War I.
Well anyway, little sisters aren't a pain as everyone says they are. I know this sounds like a girly thing to say, but my little sister is cute most of the time (well she is four-years-old). But I do have to admit, at times she can be annoying.
So here I am stuck with her watching Cinderella.
"Hey Teddy, you think if – if I make a wish, mommy and daddy might get me a pony? You know, how like Cinderella made a wish and she got her prince charming?" Maye asks me with shining eyes. Yes, now I know you're wondering why she is calling me 'teddy' but she's been calling me that ever since she learned how to talk. I guess she still can't pronounce the 'f' yet.
"Maybe. I don't know," I shrug, "Why? You want a pony?"
"Uh-huh," she nods, "It's going to be white and I'm gonna ride it to school every day. And I'll name it Honey because it'll be sweet!" She giggles.
I pat her head like she's my little pet, "Keep on dreaming. I doubt mom and dad will get you a pony."
"Well," she says crawling unto my lap, "If you saw a shooting star, what would you wish for?"
"I don't know."
"Oh, but there's gotta be something you want! Think real hard," she pats my head.
Of course I know my answer to her question already. If I did see a shooting star, I would automatically wish for Katie. But seeing as how my little sister does not understand the concept of love yet, there's no way I'm gonna tell her. Not to mention the fact that she might blab it outloud accidentally to April. And April (my evil 17 year old sister) can use that as blackmail evidence to make me do the dishes for her or something. Oh no, we can't risk that.
"Well, I guess I would wish for a…" but I can't finish my sister suddenly jumps off my lap, points out the window, and yells frantically, "Look Teddy! LOOK! It's a shooting star! Quick, make a wish!"
She closes her eyes tightly and I laugh. Well, maybe it wouldn't hurt to try. I closed my eyes and made a silent wish:
I wish that Katie would be mine – forever. And that she'll love me too. Amen.
Well, no one said that there was a certain format to making a wish…..
A/N: Corny? Sounds like it too me. Oh well. I hope you guys like it. And if you have any suggestions, feel free to tell me. Please review.
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