"To Ever Fall in Love"
Written by Bridgette Marie
I don't own anything; besides my new characters. Plus, this is my first fanfic ever and so no flamers...yeah.
CHAPTER 4: Staring Contest
"You're in," Dewie announced after everyone was done chattering and gossiping about Melody's drumming skills. Melody stared at him in confusion. "I mean you're in the band. Like, part of School of Rock now." Dewie smiled and everyone cheered happily, but Freddie glared at Melody making her feel guilty.
Feeling as guilty as she was, she spoke up; "But I'm a backup drummer, right? So I'm not full...because I won't be able to come to class always. I have my mum to take care of and so Freddie will be drumming most of the time. Right?"
Freddie shot her another deathful look, but in his eyes was caring-ness.
"Of course, Freddie will be fulltime drummer. But you need to make it most of the time, just in case that Freddie isn't at one of the performances." Summer explained, glancing down at her clipboard that rested in her lap while she sat on a stool by the window. Melody nodded in understanding. "Okay..." Melody let out between a sigh and a glance at Freddie, who was smiling with slight respect.
"Mel, he's totally falling for you," Alex said while the band took a ten minute break. Mel was staring out the OPENed apartment window, then glared at Alex. Melody was sitting on the window ledge.
"Whom are you talking about?" She asked suspiciously. Alex had an evil smile formed by her pale lips.
"You know who. Fredrick..." Alex started, then cut herself off as Freddie walked into the room. Both girls grew quiet, Alex turned milk white, and Melody tried not to blush. Even though she like him, the thought of him made her want to blush ... and slightly throw-up.
Freddie walked over to the drum set, picked up the sticks, and slightly started hitting a new beat. Still, the girls were quiet and Melody's attention revolved on the city street now. But Alex was watching and listening to the drums and he looked up.
She blinked.
"What?" Freddie asked, his voice raspy. Alex shook her head. Freddie shrugged. Both continued staring at each other. She blinked. Alex let out a frustrated grunt, stood up, and trudged out of the room.
Melody looked over at Freddie for an explanation. He shrugged and went back to playing the drums. "What was that about?" Melody asked over the sound of the beat. Freddie stopped once more and looked up at her.
"Staring contest...I won. She lost. She never does. I won," he bragged. Melody shook her head. And stared. Freddie stared back at her. Neither blinked.
Moments seemed to pass. Both of them stared back at each other, their glances stayed there. Then Alex walked in.
"BREAK'S DONE!" She shouted and went to the back of the room. Freddie looked over at her and blinked.
"HA!" Melody screamed with victory.
"Huh? What? Oh...damnit." Freddie had then just noticed she won. Both of their eyes were watery from not blinking. Melody blinked finally and rubbed her eyes with her hands. Everything was blurry.
Then she felt herself falling. But how? Into the apartment and not feeling a quick thump? It couldn't be happening...but what was the explanation. What was happening? Then she felt someone grab her hand.
"DON'T LET GO!" Cried the young man's voice. It was raspy. Her vision was now coming clearer. Everything was getting back to its usual shape. Still, she didn't know what was going on. Melody felt someone gripping her hand and she knew her feet were dangling under her. She heard worried screams from behind Freddie's voice. And then a, "SHIT. Her vision's gone bad." And a, "DAMNIT. She had no clue what's happening!"
The gripping hand pulled with all its might to bring her up. The person grunted and then Melody landed hard on the apartment floor. Her head slammed against the ground. Everything was clear then she blacked out.
"I know I shouldn't have let her go. It was just a stupid band practice. And see what happens, Dewie? You almost get my daughter killed! Think about it; if that young gentlemen wouldn't have been so quick-witted and didn't see her fall out a WINDOW," The frustrated voice heaved in a breath then continued shouting, "she would of DIED!"
Dewie seemed small again Mrs.Wicoff. He stood there, pale but face flushed with red, outside an emergency door of Melody Wicoff.
After her eyes had been messed-up with the staring contest, she lost her balance and fell. The blurry vision caused her to get dizzy; having no clue what was happening. Then once everything was clearing up, she was saved but had slammed her head against the apartment floor. And now she was, unfortunately, in the hospital emergency room.
She was knocked unconscious. And went off into a deep sleep. Well, actually, more like an unconscious-deep sleep. And lay in the hospital, almost dead, for over two days.
Melody woke up, with an I.V. stuck in her wrist, after two long days of lying in a cold hospital bed, dreaming of falling of an apartment over and over again. Her neck ached. And her back was stiff. And she had the worst headache you could think of. But what really bothered her was the male voice going through her head, "DON'T LET GO!"
"Oh, guys! She's up!" Whispered a girl's voice. Mel's eyes looked over at the room's door. There stood the band, two ladies in white skirts and cloaks, Dewie, and her mom. Mel was mortified. She felt paranoid that everyone had been watching her sleep. Especially in a hospital gown.
The visitors' hands were filled gifts and cards and balloons. Even though they didn't know her much, they still seemed to really care. She smiled and welcomed them over with the command of her hand.
"We were totally worried that we might loose a back-up drummer! It was horrible..." Summer continued bickering on about how bad it was that they almost lost her. But Melody ignored her sympathy, because, well, she knew she didn't care.
"That was totally scary," Piped Alex. "We could of lost you. As a drummer AND a friend." She added infactly.
Everyone let Melody open her gifts and cards and tie the balloons to the end of the bed. They told her she had fallen out of the window and the whole story. "Nu-uh!" Melody gasped at the story. Had she really fallen? "But then who grabbed me?"
The room went silent. Then everyone stared over to the corner of the room.
There stood Freddie in his usual, slumped way. But his eyes brightened slightly as everyone's attention got to him. Melody just didn't seem to believe it. Yeah, maybe he COULD have. But would he?
"What happened to me being punk ass?" Melody asked him, her voice growing cold. Freddie stood silent, then closed his eyes. He didn't respond. But Zack talked for him.
"'It just happened, man. It's called instinct. What would you do if a girl were falling off a window ledge? Just sit there and watch her die?'" Zack quoted Freddie from the day before. Melody nodded in dissatisfaction.
"Why doesn't it just say it to my fucking face?!" Melody screamed, sitting straight up. The ladies in white uniforms went to both of Melody's sides of the bed and starting telling her to calm her down.
"Everyone out! Please, dearies, get out. She's having a fit." One of the nurses told the crowd of people around Melody's bed. She was in tears, face red, hands shaking. Of course she was having a fit. Who wouldn't who was being ignored by the most obnoxious guy they'd known.
After moments of trying to inhale breathes between sobs, Melody was calm and closed her eyes. She laid her head back down on the cold pillow and then heard the nurses leave. Then was silent. Pure silent. Beautiful. Melody loved the quiet, but not to quiet. She opened one eye and saw Freddie still in the corner of the room. She let out a frightened shriek.
"Mmmmm," Freddie groaned with tiredness. He moved out from the dark corner. "I've been here since 7:00 this morning. Man, lay off the crap. I'm SORRY already. Don't go off on me like this. I said I'm sorry..." He started to mumble to himself and drift towards a chair besides Mel's bed.
"Ok...what time did you wake up this morning?" Melody asked, soon growing worried. He looked tired and sick. She glanced at the room's clock; 3:45 A.M.
He groaned and sat down, resting his head on the bed. Melody stared down at him in a stupefied way. "Erm...what time did you get up this morning?" Melody repeated. He looked up at her.
"I've been up since 4:00 this morning. Almost 24 hours, man. Almost 24 hours..." He drifted off again, resting his head now on her lap. He seemed like he didn't know anything. She didn't want to just chuck his head off her lap. She moaned with faking agony. He looked up, eyes open, and stared up at her with dark, pleasurable eyes. He shook his head and blinked. Mel growled and pushed him off the side of her bed. He caught himself before hitting the ground.
"HEY! I thought you were falling for it..." The blonde boy complained. His eyes were wide open and awake. It was really 3:50 in the morning, but everyone had stayed over night. And Freddie had only been up since 8:00 at night.
"You were fooling me...didn't work though. And your puppy dog eyes truly suck. You need some practice," Melody growled at him. Then she added, "Plus, what about 'punk ass'?"
"What about your ass?" Freddie asked sarcastically. Melody punched him in the arm with her right fist. Then she grasped her arm with her left hand. The fist she punched Freddie with was the wrist the had the I.V. in it. "Shit!" She said under her breath as she saw that the needle had ripped her skin.
In seconds a nurse walked through the door and gasped at the tare (sp?) in Mel's skin, ignoring the boy in the room. She took out the I.V. and started patching the tare with water and medicine and bandages.
"Now how did ya do that, hun?" The nurse asked with a Tennessee accent. Mel glanced over at Freddie.
"I accidentally reached for the T.V. remote to turn it on, but, ya know...I was too fast and BAM! it happened like that." She lied.
Freddie snorted and mumbled, "Loser..."
Weeee. Took longer than I expected ... I BELIEVE IN A THING CALLED LOVE!! Woot. Love to all my viewers. LATER DAAAAAAYZ. --Bridgette
Written by Bridgette Marie
I don't own anything; besides my new characters. Plus, this is my first fanfic ever and so no flamers...yeah.
CHAPTER 4: Staring Contest
"You're in," Dewie announced after everyone was done chattering and gossiping about Melody's drumming skills. Melody stared at him in confusion. "I mean you're in the band. Like, part of School of Rock now." Dewie smiled and everyone cheered happily, but Freddie glared at Melody making her feel guilty.
Feeling as guilty as she was, she spoke up; "But I'm a backup drummer, right? So I'm not full...because I won't be able to come to class always. I have my mum to take care of and so Freddie will be drumming most of the time. Right?"
Freddie shot her another deathful look, but in his eyes was caring-ness.
"Of course, Freddie will be fulltime drummer. But you need to make it most of the time, just in case that Freddie isn't at one of the performances." Summer explained, glancing down at her clipboard that rested in her lap while she sat on a stool by the window. Melody nodded in understanding. "Okay..." Melody let out between a sigh and a glance at Freddie, who was smiling with slight respect.
"Mel, he's totally falling for you," Alex said while the band took a ten minute break. Mel was staring out the OPENed apartment window, then glared at Alex. Melody was sitting on the window ledge.
"Whom are you talking about?" She asked suspiciously. Alex had an evil smile formed by her pale lips.
"You know who. Fredrick..." Alex started, then cut herself off as Freddie walked into the room. Both girls grew quiet, Alex turned milk white, and Melody tried not to blush. Even though she like him, the thought of him made her want to blush ... and slightly throw-up.
Freddie walked over to the drum set, picked up the sticks, and slightly started hitting a new beat. Still, the girls were quiet and Melody's attention revolved on the city street now. But Alex was watching and listening to the drums and he looked up.
She blinked.
"What?" Freddie asked, his voice raspy. Alex shook her head. Freddie shrugged. Both continued staring at each other. She blinked. Alex let out a frustrated grunt, stood up, and trudged out of the room.
Melody looked over at Freddie for an explanation. He shrugged and went back to playing the drums. "What was that about?" Melody asked over the sound of the beat. Freddie stopped once more and looked up at her.
"Staring contest...I won. She lost. She never does. I won," he bragged. Melody shook her head. And stared. Freddie stared back at her. Neither blinked.
Moments seemed to pass. Both of them stared back at each other, their glances stayed there. Then Alex walked in.
"BREAK'S DONE!" She shouted and went to the back of the room. Freddie looked over at her and blinked.
"HA!" Melody screamed with victory.
"Huh? What? Oh...damnit." Freddie had then just noticed she won. Both of their eyes were watery from not blinking. Melody blinked finally and rubbed her eyes with her hands. Everything was blurry.
Then she felt herself falling. But how? Into the apartment and not feeling a quick thump? It couldn't be happening...but what was the explanation. What was happening? Then she felt someone grab her hand.
"DON'T LET GO!" Cried the young man's voice. It was raspy. Her vision was now coming clearer. Everything was getting back to its usual shape. Still, she didn't know what was going on. Melody felt someone gripping her hand and she knew her feet were dangling under her. She heard worried screams from behind Freddie's voice. And then a, "SHIT. Her vision's gone bad." And a, "DAMNIT. She had no clue what's happening!"
The gripping hand pulled with all its might to bring her up. The person grunted and then Melody landed hard on the apartment floor. Her head slammed against the ground. Everything was clear then she blacked out.
"I know I shouldn't have let her go. It was just a stupid band practice. And see what happens, Dewie? You almost get my daughter killed! Think about it; if that young gentlemen wouldn't have been so quick-witted and didn't see her fall out a WINDOW," The frustrated voice heaved in a breath then continued shouting, "she would of DIED!"
Dewie seemed small again Mrs.Wicoff. He stood there, pale but face flushed with red, outside an emergency door of Melody Wicoff.
After her eyes had been messed-up with the staring contest, she lost her balance and fell. The blurry vision caused her to get dizzy; having no clue what was happening. Then once everything was clearing up, she was saved but had slammed her head against the apartment floor. And now she was, unfortunately, in the hospital emergency room.
She was knocked unconscious. And went off into a deep sleep. Well, actually, more like an unconscious-deep sleep. And lay in the hospital, almost dead, for over two days.
Melody woke up, with an I.V. stuck in her wrist, after two long days of lying in a cold hospital bed, dreaming of falling of an apartment over and over again. Her neck ached. And her back was stiff. And she had the worst headache you could think of. But what really bothered her was the male voice going through her head, "DON'T LET GO!"
"Oh, guys! She's up!" Whispered a girl's voice. Mel's eyes looked over at the room's door. There stood the band, two ladies in white skirts and cloaks, Dewie, and her mom. Mel was mortified. She felt paranoid that everyone had been watching her sleep. Especially in a hospital gown.
The visitors' hands were filled gifts and cards and balloons. Even though they didn't know her much, they still seemed to really care. She smiled and welcomed them over with the command of her hand.
"We were totally worried that we might loose a back-up drummer! It was horrible..." Summer continued bickering on about how bad it was that they almost lost her. But Melody ignored her sympathy, because, well, she knew she didn't care.
"That was totally scary," Piped Alex. "We could of lost you. As a drummer AND a friend." She added infactly.
Everyone let Melody open her gifts and cards and tie the balloons to the end of the bed. They told her she had fallen out of the window and the whole story. "Nu-uh!" Melody gasped at the story. Had she really fallen? "But then who grabbed me?"
The room went silent. Then everyone stared over to the corner of the room.
There stood Freddie in his usual, slumped way. But his eyes brightened slightly as everyone's attention got to him. Melody just didn't seem to believe it. Yeah, maybe he COULD have. But would he?
"What happened to me being punk ass?" Melody asked him, her voice growing cold. Freddie stood silent, then closed his eyes. He didn't respond. But Zack talked for him.
"'It just happened, man. It's called instinct. What would you do if a girl were falling off a window ledge? Just sit there and watch her die?'" Zack quoted Freddie from the day before. Melody nodded in dissatisfaction.
"Why doesn't it just say it to my fucking face?!" Melody screamed, sitting straight up. The ladies in white uniforms went to both of Melody's sides of the bed and starting telling her to calm her down.
"Everyone out! Please, dearies, get out. She's having a fit." One of the nurses told the crowd of people around Melody's bed. She was in tears, face red, hands shaking. Of course she was having a fit. Who wouldn't who was being ignored by the most obnoxious guy they'd known.
After moments of trying to inhale breathes between sobs, Melody was calm and closed her eyes. She laid her head back down on the cold pillow and then heard the nurses leave. Then was silent. Pure silent. Beautiful. Melody loved the quiet, but not to quiet. She opened one eye and saw Freddie still in the corner of the room. She let out a frightened shriek.
"Mmmmm," Freddie groaned with tiredness. He moved out from the dark corner. "I've been here since 7:00 this morning. Man, lay off the crap. I'm SORRY already. Don't go off on me like this. I said I'm sorry..." He started to mumble to himself and drift towards a chair besides Mel's bed.
"Ok...what time did you wake up this morning?" Melody asked, soon growing worried. He looked tired and sick. She glanced at the room's clock; 3:45 A.M.
He groaned and sat down, resting his head on the bed. Melody stared down at him in a stupefied way. "Erm...what time did you get up this morning?" Melody repeated. He looked up at her.
"I've been up since 4:00 this morning. Almost 24 hours, man. Almost 24 hours..." He drifted off again, resting his head now on her lap. He seemed like he didn't know anything. She didn't want to just chuck his head off her lap. She moaned with faking agony. He looked up, eyes open, and stared up at her with dark, pleasurable eyes. He shook his head and blinked. Mel growled and pushed him off the side of her bed. He caught himself before hitting the ground.
"HEY! I thought you were falling for it..." The blonde boy complained. His eyes were wide open and awake. It was really 3:50 in the morning, but everyone had stayed over night. And Freddie had only been up since 8:00 at night.
"You were fooling me...didn't work though. And your puppy dog eyes truly suck. You need some practice," Melody growled at him. Then she added, "Plus, what about 'punk ass'?"
"What about your ass?" Freddie asked sarcastically. Melody punched him in the arm with her right fist. Then she grasped her arm with her left hand. The fist she punched Freddie with was the wrist the had the I.V. in it. "Shit!" She said under her breath as she saw that the needle had ripped her skin.
In seconds a nurse walked through the door and gasped at the tare (sp?) in Mel's skin, ignoring the boy in the room. She took out the I.V. and started patching the tare with water and medicine and bandages.
"Now how did ya do that, hun?" The nurse asked with a Tennessee accent. Mel glanced over at Freddie.
"I accidentally reached for the T.V. remote to turn it on, but, ya know...I was too fast and BAM! it happened like that." She lied.
Freddie snorted and mumbled, "Loser..."
Weeee. Took longer than I expected ... I BELIEVE IN A THING CALLED LOVE!! Woot. Love to all my viewers. LATER DAAAAAAYZ. --Bridgette