A/N- Hello, and welcome back! I love you, just for reading. :-D Anyway, it doesn't say in the story, but Stacy is Summer's mom. She doesn't call her mother anymore because she never really acted the part, yanno. She did enough to make sure Summer lived, but didn't show any love. And also, I don't actually know if it is possible to hook up your cell phone to your laptop and use the internet like that, but it seemed logical, so I put it in there. If you are appalled by it, kindly review and tell me I'll fix it. Anyway, let's not bore you, moving on!

Disclaimer: I may not own School of Rock now, but just you wait! I will soon, with the help of my army of possessed penguins, and the immortal spitting llama! ahem School of Rock isn't mine.

Summer and Freddy were sitting in the back of their van, parked in some empty lot, with a marker, map, and the laptop on. Summer had hooked it to their cell phone so she could use the internet. Finally, Summer disconnected it and snapped it shut, and put it in its case. Freddy folded the map and put it back in the glove compartment, and they settled on bean bag chairs.

"Wow, I'm tired. We should change into our pajamas," said Summer.

Freddy looked thoughtful for a moment. "Does that mean I get to watch you change?" he said slyly. Summer smirked at him.

"Guys never get sex off the brain, do they?"

"No." She rolled her eyes.

"You do not get to watch me change. Get out of the car for a moment." Rolling his eyes, he climbed out and waited. A minute later, Summer poked her head out. "You can come back in now." He climbed in and Summer locked the doors securely. Summer climbed under a blanket. The floor of the van was cushioned with a lovely mattress. (Why? Who knows? But it was.) Freddy sat on a bean bag chair watching her. "Aren't you going to change?" asked Summer.

"I sleep in the nude."

"HELL NO!" Freddy laughed at her.

"Don't worry, I'll keep my boxers on, just for you, Ms. Hathaway."

"Don't call me that," she said, chucking a pillow at him. He smiled as he pulled off his shirt and jeans, then climbed in the make-shift bed with Summer.

"This is lovely. Feels like home," he said, looking around.

"Are you being sarcastic?"

"Not at all." Summer smiled nicely at him.

"I hope I don't have to pee in the middle of the night."

"There were some nice bushes over there," he said, pointing with his finger. She rolled her eyes. She turned to face the opposite way, but found it uncomfortable. She turned back to Freddy, who smiled evilly, and put his arm around her. She considered throwing it off and telling him to get a life, but felt somehow like that was the wrong thing to do. Hesitantly, she snuggled up next to him. He seemed surprised by this. "Summer?"

"Yes?"

"Why'd you choose me for your road-trip partner? You could have chosen anyone. Katie is your best friend, Marta is your best friend. Why me?"

Summer thought before answering. "I'm new at this rebelling thing. You're an expert. Your rule breaking skills combined with my wit? No one stands a chance. Besides, we both needed to get away. I got the idea when I was with you. So there." Summer couldn't help feeling that this might not be the real reason. Freddy seemed to sense that.

"Why'd you get the idea? After all, it was suggesting that we run off together."

"Um. I don't know."

"That's nice."

"I'm sure." They sat in silence for a moment, gathered in their own thoughts. Finally, Freddy spoke again.

"Summer. How long have we known each other?"

"Since I moved next door to you in second grade."

"That's a long time."

"Yes," she said, wondering where this was leading.

"Have you ever considered me as more than a friend, possibly?" he asked, with an air of talking about the weather. Summer sat silent. She HAD considered him as more than a friend, quite a few times. But he went out with Michelle for the longest time. They broke up right before Michelle left, and by then, Summer had lost her interest in boys. Or rather, pushed it away.

"Maybe."

"What does that mean?"

"It means I possibly did once, and don't want to tell you."

"Once?"

"Yeah, back before you went with Michelle."

"UGG! Don't remind me of that."

"Sorry," she said laughing. She sat up to face him. "Why do you care?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"No." Summer could get straight A's, but she was STUPID. Freddy shook his head laughing. He was struck with sudden, rather freakish inspiration.

"Who was your first kiss?" Summer blushed and looked down. She hadn't had her first kiss, first boyfriend, yet here she was in the middle of no where with Freddy Jones. She mumbled something so quiet Freddy didn't hear. "Come again?"

"I...haven't..." she stammered, blushing more than ever. Freddy smiled.

"Would you like it to be with me?" Summer looked up. He was smiling, but it wasn't his usual evil, playful, smile. It was a nice, happy, utter joy smile. Slowly, she nodded. Freddy scooted closer to her, and pressed his lips to hers. Summer felt everything. The fireworks in her head, crashing of water, electricity flowing through her. But he pulled away after a few seconds. It was a proper first kiss. He smiled. "Was that ok?"

"No." His mouth widened in shock and he looked down.

"Why?"

"It ended too soon," Summer said, smiling. He smiled, leaned back in and kissed her harder. She put her arms around his neck, and his arms snaked around her waist. They pulled each other closer, and were soon on the floor of the van, kissing within an inch of their lives.

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The next morning, Summer awoke to her alarm clock from her cell phone, Freddy's arms around her. She cut the phone off, and wormed out of Freddy's grip. Since he was still asleep, she went ahead and changed. When she turned around, however, Freddy was oogling her. "You look very nice in that lacy black bra and panty set," he said, smirking.

"You perv," she replied, throwing her pajama shirt at him. He stood up, kissed her cheek, and pulled on some clothes. She was already in the front seat when he climbed into the passenger's.

"Let's get some coffee," he said groggily. She nodded and drove off. "Last night was nice," he added, smiling.

"Yes, it was," she replied. Summer wouldn't have changed anything about it. Not even the van, or the fact that she was in pajamas.

"Summer, will you be my beautiful girlfriend?"

"If you stop staring at my chest, and get sex off the brain for a little while, I would be happy to be your girlfriend," she said, smiling.

"Deal!" he replied as she pulled into a coffee shop parking lot. He hopped out, and was back later with their coffee, and two chocolate chip muffins. "I couldn't resist," he said, eyeing the muffin hungrily. They ate as they drove, not speaking. The cell phone rang. Freddy picked it up and looked at the caller I.D. "Uh, Summer? It's your mom."

"Don't answer it," she replied curtly. She feared what might happen if she talked to her mom. She wanted to rub it in her face that they had run away, but thought it was better if she didn't tell them they had run away. The voice-mail picked up, and Summer's voice emitted from the small phone.

"Hey, this is Summer Hathaway. I can't take your call right now, so leave me a message. Thanks!" Her mom's voice was heard after.

"Summer?! Summer, honey, where are you? We are worried sick! I want you to come home the MINUTE you hear this! This is so out of character, Summer! Please come home soon. I love you. Bye." Summer flicked off the phone as she heard it go 'click.' Freddy sighed.

"We have GOT to change your message."

"Yeah, you're right. Let me see." She grabbed the phone, pushed a few buttons, then spoke into it. "'Sup, rockers?! This is Tinkerbell. I either can't, or just don't want to, take your call, so drop me a line. I'll get back to you, if I deem you worthy. Laterrrrr!" She pressed another button, listened to it, and smiled. Satisfied, she threw it in the compartment in between the two front seats. "All right, today, I say we find a mall and go shopping."

"Shopping? You hate shopping!"

"For music, you fool. And we can get our hair done, tats, and stuff," she said, smiling. This was going to be fun.

A few hours later, Freddy and Summer were back in the van, looking a lot different. Summer's hair was cut into a funky, layered thing with purple streaks. Freddy's hair was a tad shorter, but spiked up with black tips. Summer had gotten her third hole in her ear and her right cartilage pierced. Freddy, though eyeing the eye brow rings, hadn't gotten any piercings. Summer had decided against the tattoo, but Freddy got one on his shoulder. It was two drumsticks across each other like bones under a skull, kinda like a pirate sign. Freddy had bought some CDs, some of them replacing the ones that were burned. They also bought a lot more decorations for the van, including some regular and spray paint they were going to mess with. Summer had actually bought some clothes, mostly because her old wardrobe was picked out by her mom. They drove to the edge of the town and found another empty lot, parked, and settled in.

"It's a good idea to paint the van," said Summer, in between mouth fulls of wheat thins. "Stacy will have the cops on us, and they're looking for a black van. They will probably turn away from this without bothering with license plate."

"Yeah, and our descriptions will be wrong," added Freddy, who was chowing down on lays regular potato chips. "I like the eyeliner. It makes you look seductive. Very sexy." Summer had been experimenting with black eyeliner. She liked it. Apparently, so did Freddy. Summer stood and grabbed her toothbrush, toothpaste, and bottle of water.

"I'll be back. I'm gunna go brush my teeth." She was back a minute later, with minty breath. Freddy brushed his teeth as well, and they changed into their pajamas. Summer didn't make Freddy get out, but did make him turn around. Once they were done, they snuggled under the covers and tried to sleep.

That is a crappy ending. But oh well. I am sorry, I couldn't thin of anything snappy to end it, so there it is. A nice, regular ending, Blargh. And is that chapter too short? I don't know. I hope not. Anyways, I wish my first kiss was like that. But sadly, remembers first kiss and grimaces it wasn't. Here are more review thanks:

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Thank you, oh lovely people, I bow to you. bows mother looks at me funny

Just because I feel like saying it, because I think it is the bestestest line in a song ever (possibly): When it comes to be, that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel, is just a freight train coming your way. 'No Leaf Clover' by Metallica. (I don't own them either!)