A/N: Wahoo, on to the second chappie already! YAAAAY! *does the Happy Dance* I hope y'all like it, because I'm kinda nervous about it. It didn't flow as easily as the first chappie did. I'm so much better at writing first person pov. There'll be some more of those in this ficlet. Every so often I'll toss in a first person POV just to give y'all a little insight to their feelings…the next one'll be a Zack one as he becomes more and more concerned about Freddy. That'll be here eventually. I'm going home this weekend so I don't know when I'll get a chance to write/post, b/c my comp is at school and the only comp at home is my dad's…well, my old comp is there, but I'm giving it to my lovely Lucawanoxian pretty soon, possibly this weekend, so I won't be writing on that, and I DEFINITELY won't be writing on my dad's, b/c I would have to save it to disk and I'm running short on disks lately. So I apologize in advance for the delay. *bows low* GOMEN NASEI! *kow tows over and over and over again* But I hope you all like it, because I worked really really hard on it! ^_____^()
Pairing: Once again, Freddy/Zack eventually, and I may hint at a bit of a Dewey romance and possibly find someone to set up FancyPants w/, and maybe Tim and Melanie will have something going on…why am I telling you this? You only care about Freddy and Zack, right? That's why you're here: to get your Fredd/Zack fix. You don't give a shit about Tim and Melanie. Well, I DO! So poo on you! If I want them to have relationships central to the fic, then they WILL have relationships, and they WILL be central to the fic! *sticks tongue out* Okay, now that I'm DONE acting like a two year old, I'll act closer to my age and admit that they probably WILL have relationships, but those relationships will probably NOT be central to the ficlet. Okay. Moving on.
Dislclaimer: None of the following belong to me: Freddy, Zack, Dewey, FancyPants, "God Save the Queen" by the Sex Pistols, or the Sex Pistols themselves.
Claimer: The following DOES belong to me: Freddy's heroin addiction, Freddy's heroin itself, the band van, Melanie (including her hot pink shirt and keyboard), Tim (including his bass guitar and cool long shaggy black hair), Freddy's family's house and broken fence, the trash can outside Freddy's window, and the band van's road map.
Dedication: NONE! Because Meg left me out of mention in her Newsies fic, so I stole back all but a few of the huggles and now I leave her out of my dedication. *laughs manically* MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
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Zack looked up from the music he was studying. A pair of eyes was glaring at him impatiently. "Whaaat?" he asked slowly, not sure what he had missed.
"He's not answering," Melanie said, arms folded across her hot pink shirt in annoyance. Zack turned to Tim, who shrugged, running a hand through his already messy shoulder length black hair.
"I don't know," Tim said, "we knocked a few times and still nothing."
Zack sighed and slid out of his car, laying the sheet music aside. He headed towards Freddy's house, noting that it could use a few touch ups. The house was beautiful, an old Victorian house with pale green paint and a (usually) bright clean white fence. Speaking of the fence…Zack noticed suddenly that the fence had been- there was no other word for it- killed. It looked as though someone had hit it with a monster truck and then purposefully continued driving back and forth over the wreckage. He didn't spend too long thinking on it, though. Stepping up the door, he rapped on it loudly. "Freddy? Open the door, Freddy. We have to GO! We have a show tonight!" No answer. "FREDDY!" He pounded on the door, his patience wearing thin. "OPEN UP!" Still no answer. Sighing, Zack stormed off the porch and around to the side of the house. The window was open, as he knew it would be. He looked for the trash can that had always rested under the window. It was there for an actual purpose, but it was used much more for Zack to get into Freddy's room than it was used for trash. Today, however, it was nowhere to be found. "Hey, Tim, c'mere!"
The boy came obediently around the side of the house. "What is it?"
"Give me a boost, will ya?"
"Huh?!"
"Look, I need a boost! There used to be a trash can around here but it's not here now, I'm too short, and we need our drummer. So give me a boost."
Tim obediently bent over and cupped his hands. Zack stepped into Tim's cupped hands and, grabbing a hold of Freddy's window frame, propelled himself up and headfirst through the window. Unfortunately, he pushed rather harder than he had meant to and went flying headfirst onto the floor, landing smack on top of something warm and human-like…something that uttered a small "oof" as he landed on it and then gave no more reaction. Cracking his head on the floor, Zack groaned and for a moment thought of nothing but his aching head. Then he sat up with some difficulty and looked at the prone form of his best friend, which was apparently what he had landed on. He wondered immediately why Freddy hadn't really reacted to being squished. The boy was lying flat on his back, blonde hair a mess and his mouth slightly open, his cheeks flushed. Zack shook his head, smiling despite his annoyance. Wow…so Spazzy McGee is quiet on occasion. As Zack watched, Freddy closed his mouth, rubbing his lips together slightly and swallowing. He repeated this action several times. Zack's smile faded and he cocked his head to one side, trying to figure out the reason behind this action before he finally shook himself out of it as he heard Tim cough outside. "Yo…Freddy." He shook his friends shoulder gently. Freddy didn't stir. "Freddy." He leaned close to Freddy's face, shaking the blonde boy a bit harder now. "Frehhhhddy. We have a show tonight. You have to wake up now." Still nothing. He leaned in even more so that he was about an inch from Freddy's face. "FREDDY!"
That did it. Freddy woke suddenly, shooting up to a sitting position and cracking his head dead on into Zack's in the process. Zack winced, Freddy recoiled immediately, head falling back to the floor and eyes shut tight in pain.
"FUCK, Freddy!" Zack put one hand to his forehead to cover the throbbing ache that was already making itself known. Freddy's only response was a low moan. "What the hell, man? What is with you? We have a fucking show tonight, remember? What are you doing sleeping at this time of day?"
Freddy opened his dark eyes slowly, staring up at Zack in confusion. "Um….I..." His eyes focused suddenly. "Zack?"
"Um, yeah," Zack said, exasperated. "Who'd you expect? The Easter bunny?" There was a pause as Freddy stared at Zack, eyes half lidded with bewilderment.
"What're you doing here, man? And…why're you sitting on me?"
"Because your fucking door is locked! I had to climb in through the window, but the trash can wasn't there, so Tim had to give me a boost but I pushed off a little too hard and came flying through the window and THAT'S why I'm sitting on you."
Another long pause. "Wait, what the hell is TIM doing here?
Zack groaned again, his fingers itching to strangle Freddy, but half of his mind was occupied with wondering just why Freddy was so confused. "We've got a show tonight, remember?"
Yet another pause. "Oh yeah." Freddy struggled to sit up and fell back when he found himself unable to do so. "…you wanna get off me, Mooneyham?"
Blushing, Zack slid quickly off of Freddy. "Thanks," the blonde boy said, and tried to sit up again. He was still unable to do so, even without Zack's added weight. Zack barely had time to ponder this before Freddy flopped back, propping himself up on his elbows. "You wanna give me a hand here, Kurt Cobain?"
Zack smiled. "Sure thing, Dave Grohl." He reached out and clasped Freddy's hand with his own and tugged the boy to his feet…apparently harder than he meant to. Freddy flew to his feet and crashed into Zack, practically knocking the two of them over. Zack instinctively tightened his arms about his friend, struggling to regain his balance and support Freddy at the same time. "GEEZ, Freddy! What the hell is WITH you today, anyway?!"
Freddy straightened up and slid his hands down his back to where Zack's hands were, holding tight from their near fall. He slid his hands over Zack's and peeled Zack's fingers away, removing the hands from his back. "Gotta go, Zack, you slacker, we've got a show to do," he said teasingly.
"Oh, yeah, trying to make ME look like the slacker here, huh?" Zack demanded, grinning.
"Trying, NOTHING," Freddy said, straight-faced. Zack laughed.
"Yeah, right. Dream on, Freddy, you'll never convince anyone, you loser."
"Yeah, whatever." Freddy's eyes suddenly focused on something on the floor behind Zack. He quickly bent over and scooped whatever it was into his hand before Zack could get a good look.
"What's that?"
"Nothing." Freddy tossed the thing into a desk drawer and slammed it shut. "C'mon," he said, scooping his drumsticks up off the desk, "let's go, Mooneyham, we're gonna be LATE!" He jabbed Zack in the gut with the drumsticks and then ran for the door, stumbling a bit and laughing as he went, Zack following closely behind.
Freddy slammed and locked the door behind them and whacked Zack with the drumsticks one more time. Melanie stood staring and tapping one foot, arms still crossed.
"You're late," she said shortly. Freddy arched an eyebrow at her.
"Yes, thank you, Mistress of the Obvious," he said sarcastically, looking at Zack as if to say 'what is UP with this girl?!' Then he turned and smiled at Tim. Though it wasn't a best friend's smile, it was friendly enough. "Hey, Tim, what's up?" He grinned at Tim but before the boy could answer, Freddy slid into the front seat of the band's van. "Shotgun!" Shrugging, Tim climbed in the backseat, followed by the still irritated Melanie. Freddy grinned at Zack and then shut the car door on his side. Once he was inside for the trip, he began fidgeting, unable to sit still, as always. He messed with his hair, put the drumsticks in the glove compartment. He pulled both feet up onto the seat, opened the glove compartment, checked on the drumsticks and closed it again. He stared off into space; he retied his right shoe. Opened the glove compartment, checked on the drumsticks, pulled out a road map and studied it as though it were of the utmost importance. Zack stared after him for only a moment before following, struggling yet again to shake off the feeling that something was up. Sliding into the driver's seat, he shut his door and put his seatbelt on.
"Let's go!" Freddy shouted, bouncing on the seat in excitement to be on their way. Zack gave him a look.
"Put your seatbelt on," he ordered. Sighing, Freddy complied, then pulled his left foot back up on the seat and retied that shoe. Zack couldn't help but smile. "Just can't help yourself, can you." It was more of a statement than a question.
"Well, once you tie ONE you have to tie the OTHER," he said, as though this should be dead obvious. Zack shook his head, trying to force down a grin.
"Yeah, whatever Freddy, you crazy dork." He started the car, eliciting a whoop of joy from Freddy and a sigh from Melanie, and pulled out of the driveway. Freddy immediately turned on the radio and began dancing in his seat as he sang aloud to "God Save the Queen" by the Sex Pistols. Zack shook his head again. Maybe I'm reading things wrong…maybe he's fine. Maybe there's really nothing to worry about. He seriously hoped that was true…
~tbc~