A/N- HELLO AGAIN! It is I, Serenity! Or something. Anyhoo, this is chapter dos. Two. Enjoy!
Yet Another Disclaimer: Hey, guess what? I own two ferrets! This woman was selling the two ferrets and their four foot cage for only $50 (Good deal! Ferrets are $100 dollars a pop, and the cage is worth about $150) so I bought it with my very own money! Theonly downside is I am broke, and my guitar buying has been postponed even LONGER. However, the parents did hint at a charming little present! WAIT! I think I got off track. Oh yeah! School of Rock is NOT mine. Neither is Metallica. If they were, I wouldn't be wasting my time on fan fic! I'd be hiring someone to clean up the ferrets' poo!
Review thanks are at bottom.
The sun was rising and Freddy was stirring. Summer hadn't felt the need to wake him up, and with the help of coffee, stayed awake all night driving. When he woke, however, she said, "Take the wheel," and pulled over. He clambered into the passenger's seat as Summer slid into the back. Freddy climbed into the driver's seat and started the van. Summer handed him chips and a Mountain Dew bottle from their cooler, and went to sleep.
Around midday, Summer woke up. Freddy was screaming along with even more Metallica.
Come crawling faster
Obey your master
Your life burns faster
Obey your master
Master
Master of Puppets, I'm pulling your strings
Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me you can't see a thing
Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream
Master
Master
Just call my name, cause I'll hear you scream
Master
Master
Summer crawled into the passenger's seat. "I didn't know you were such a talented singer, Spazzy." He glared at her.
"Sssh! You're messing up my groove!" He turned the music up louder, resulting in both Summer and Freddy screaming with the music.
Taste me you will see
More is all you need
You're dedicated to
How I'm killing you!
Come crawling faster
Obey your master
Your life burns faster
Obey your master
Master
Master of Puppets, I'm pulling your strings
Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me you can't see a thing
Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream
Master
Master
Just call my name, cause I'll hear you scream
Master
Master
"This part is awesome," Summer whispered, as the guitar riffs blasted from the speakers. Then-
Master! Master! Where's the dreams that I've been after?
Master! Master! You promised only lies
Laughter! Laughter! All I hear or see is laughter
Laughter, Laughter, laughing at my cries!
Hell is worth all that, Natural habitat
Just a rhyme without a reason
Never ending maze, Drift on numbered days
Now your life is out of season
I will occupy
I will help you die
I will run through you
Now I rule you too
Come crawling faster
Obey your master
Your life burns faster
Obey your master
Master
Master of Puppets, I'm pulling your strings
Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me you can't see a thing
Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream
Master
Master
Just call my name, cause I'll hear you scream
Master
Master
As the song faded, Freddy looked at Summer. "Thank God you have all the Metallica CDs. I would have died without them," he said happily.
"I would too," admitted Summer. Metallica was one of her favorites. The Black Album was her favorite CD by them. Freddy, however, was OBSESSED with them. He turned the music down so they could speak without screaming.
"So what's the plan for today?"
"Well, I figure we should get lunch, drive, get dinner, then we can find some abandoned lot to park and sleep in. Cheaper than hotels. And we need to plan our destinations, since we didn't really do that before we left. I bought maps and brochures galore," she said, opening the glove compartment and showing him the maps. "And the new cell phone has a nifty navigation system. And we have my laptop, though we shouldn't waste the battery, they're expensive, and-" She was interrupted by Freddy.
"Basically, we're set. But we need to stop and get gas soon, the tank is low." They stopped at a Sheetz and got gas and food, then drove away.
"I want to get a tattoo, and dye streaks in my hair," Summer said, off-hand.
"Well, no one is stopping you now," added Freddy, grinning maniacally. "I'll get a tat, dye tips in my hair, pierce my eye brow and my tongue and my nip-"
"Don't go overboard, Spaz," she stopped him, laughing.
"Well, we can do ANYTHING. And by that I mean ANYTHING," he said winking. Summer opened her mouth in shock.
"You are an absolute PIG Frederick Jones!" He winced as she slapped his shoulder.
"Ha, I was kidding, chill! Besides, I left my condoms at home." She slapped him again. "We could always buy more!" This time it was upside his head. They both laughed. The clock read 7:30.
"We should get dinner soon," Summer said, looking around for restaurants. Freddy started to say something, but was interrupted by a ringing from behind them. Summer reached back and grabbed her cell. The caller I.D. read Dewey Finn. She answered in smirking.
"Y'ello?"
"What happened to 'Summer Hathaway speaking'?"
"Very funny Dewey."
"Well, where are you? You were supposed to be here an hour ago. Freddy isn't here either."
"Well, I'm not sure where we are."
"We?"
"Me and Freddy."
"What do you mean, 'not sure'?"
"I wasn't paying attention to the road signs."
"Road signs? Explain, Tink."
"Well, me and Freddy took an unexpected road trip."
"WHAT?! You mean you just ran off without telling anyone?"
"Uh huh."
"Skipping school?"
"Uh huh."
"With no parents?"
"Yup."
"That is SO punk rock." Summer smiled.
"I thought you might approve."
"Approve? Since when does that matter?"
"Never."
"Aww, my little Tinkerbell is all grown up." He pretended to be sniffling.
"Shut up, Mr. S."
"Ha. When are you coming back?"
"I dunno. Couple of months, maybe."
"WHAT?! Months?! What the hell are we supposed to do without our drummer and our back bone?"
"Erm...find a sub?"
"There is no substitute for the Ultimate Spazzy McGee!" said Freddy from beside Summer. Dewey obviously heard.
"He is right, man. What are we gunna do?"
"Well, I'm not abandoning my plan now. I'll make you a deal. While out and about in the U.S., I'll do my managing duties and try to find us gigs. If I get a really good one, I'll come back, and we can do the thing."
"What are we gunna do about drums?"
"Marta can drum, I taught her. She isn't as good as me, but she's all right. She can sing and bang," said Freddy, smiling. Marta was his cousin.
"Really?" said Dewey. Freddy was apparently quite loud.
"Yes."
"All right! I'll talk to her about that. Meanwhile, some advice for the runaways." Summer smirked and rolled her eyes. "Lock your doors, don't waste money, don't get carried away, DO NOT drink, use protection-"
"DEWEY!" shouted Summer. Freddy laughed.
"Babies don't do well on the road, Tink," laughed Dewey.
"You sicko."
"I'm a nice sicko."
"Uh huh."
"Well, I must be going. I will support your sticking it to the man by not telling anyone where you are."
"Thanks!"
"No prob. Take care of yourselves, and rock hard!"
"You too, Mr. S."
"Catch ya on the flip-flop, Spazzy and Tink!"
"LATERRRR!!!" chorused the runaways. Summer hung up happily.
"That is awesome."
AND THERE YOU HAVE IT! There it was, did you see it? Uh huh. Ok, well, as I promised up at the top, here are your review thanks:
sweetcaroline3313: Thanks. I shall be nice and update AT LEAST once every 2 days.
Wyverna: yes! Aha! Yes, if I had a drumkit, and someone destroyed it, I would probably do something that would label me clinically insane. But that is OK.
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