"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 FIVE: Girls Can Hit
Days passed by. School of Rock rolled on. Everyone knew Melody was fine, and Freddie was crushing on her badly. And after though days went by, Mel was okay and out of the hospital in no time. Everyone was happy to see her. And everyone noticed the wrap that was around her tiered flesh on her arm. Even the teachers. But on problem was still revolving around her life.
Mrs.Wicoff wouldn't let her go to any band practices.
"MOM. It was my fault, lady. So just let me go..." Melody begged her angry mother. Mrs.Wicoff had been awake and active ever since what happened. It was her turn to talk.
"Melody, Melody, Melody. My SYMPATHY is coming out my ass, dear!" Her mother screamed sarcastically. "You're NOT going there. I don't even know why I let you go in the first place. I didn't even trust Dewie when I first met him. Ugh...no, Mel. I'm going to bed. Go to your room and do your homework or something."
"Homework's done." Melody said quickly.
"Watch T.V." Mrs.Wicoff suggested, shuffling to her bedroom.
"Nothing's on."
"Get on the computer."
"Too boring."
"Play basketball." Emily was growing tired and irritated.
"Suck at it."
"Do something you don't suck at!" Her mother shouted back at her daughter. A smile grew on Melody's lip.
"Play drums in a band that at an apartment where I won't get hurt?" Melody asked.
Silence.
Then her mother gave her another death glaring look, went into her bedroom, and slammed the door behind her.
"THANKS, mum!" Melody shouted to her mother as she practically slid down the stairs steps and out the door. It was 4:00 and band started in 20 minutes. Unfortunately, Melody forgot the way to the apartment. But FORTUNATELY, Alex was waiting outside for her.
Since it was after school, they had changed from their uniforms to their normal clothes. Alex had a hot orange fitted shirt on the read: CAUTION, a pink and black plaid skirt, white and black stockings that went past her knees, a pair of black and white Chucks, and varieties of colored bracelets on her wrists. Melody, on the other hand, didn't had sorts of all colors. Red and black was her main reach. She had her black fitted shirt with a picture of a bleeding rose on the front of it, black baggy Capri's that went past her knees, black DCs, varieties of red, black, and white bracelets, and chains that hung down from her Capri's.
Both girls gave each other high-fives and started walking down the sidewalk towards the downtown city. In moments they were there. They walked in total silence.
"Oh, MELODY! Great to have you back. How 'yer arm there?" Dewie asked once Melody and Alex opened the door to the apartment. Melody glanced down at the gauze around her torn arm. She looked back at him and smiled, "Erm...it's fine, Dew." He nodded and let her go upstairs.
Alex elbowed the band instructor in his ribs.
"HI, Dewie. Nice to see you, too." She said with harsh sarcasm in her voice. He growled playfully and waved a hand at her. "Yes...hello," Alex mumbled and followed after Mel.
Everyone said usual greeting's to Melody, like nothing happened. She didn't mind. At least the noticed her. Well, all besides Freddie. He was in a deep discussion with Zack. So she walked over to them and waved sympathetically, in a sarcastic way though.
"Oh, hey Melody." Zack mumbled, half talking to her half talking to Freddie. The blonde boy looked very pale, an almost green. He had dark circles around his eyes from lack of sleep probably. And every now and then when Zack was talking, he would zone-out.
Melody only caught pieces of the conversation.
"You're ill, Freddie. Is everything...dad...okay? What have you doing? Cutting..." Zack stopped and looked sulkily up at the standing Melody. "What may I help you with, MISS?" He asked, irritated. Melody shook her nothing, "Nothing Zack. Just listening...is that okay?" Zack acted as if she hadn't of said that, "You can go along now."
"Whatever, dude..." Melody said, trudging across the room to the drum set.
She sat down on the stool, grabbed the wooden sticks that sat on the ground, and was about to start a steady beat. But she heard a thump across the room.
Melody looked up, whiplash.
Freddie's face was flushed with red. Anger could be shown through his expressions. Zack was taken back, eyes widened. His friend had knocked over the miniature table that had been discussing at. It was turned over, of course, and Freddie was standing up and staring out the apartment window.
Dewie rushed upstairs.
"What the hell happened?" He asked the band members. Everyone grew silent and stared over at Freddie. But Melody walked over to the table.
"I'm so sorry, Dew. I—um...—tripped over the table. Heh," —she let out a nervous laugh— "me and my...stupidity. Sorry, man. Yeah..." Melody coughed and glared over at Freddie.
Dewie knew she was lying but kept cool.
"Sure, Mel, just be careful. But what about Freddie? What's his problem?"
"Freddie's problem?" Melody asked, her voice tuning up a tone. "Erm..."
Zack saved her, "He just has a really bad headache...can we skip practice today? No one's here anyway. Well besides Fred, me, Alex, Mel, and Summer. We've had a rough time lately. Please, dude?"
Melody coughed fakely, and continued glaring at the back of the blonde boy's head. What was his problem?
"YEAH, whatever, people. Leave. Get outta here. Laaater." Dewie grumbled and turned to his bed mattress. And flopped down on it. Seconds later he was snoring like a warthog.
The School of Rock members slipped out of the room silently. Even the talkative Summer was quiet as they all walked home. But Melody had the urge to ask Freddie what was wrong. The words were almost prying her mouth open. She let out a muffled shriek. Everyone looked over at her in a befuddled way.
She shrugged.
"Soo...how's your arm, Melody?" Zack asked, trying to break the silence easily and peacefully. Freddie winced.
"Erm—still bloody, but it's healing. Very slowly." Melody answered, her voice quiet and calm.
"How did you get it anyways? I know it was from the I.V. but like how did you rip your skin with the I.V.?" Summer wondered, a pondering smile forming on her face.
There was a death silence besides the chirping birds and the sounds of their footsteps. Melody opened her mouth to say something, but Freddie spoke instead.
"Hey guys, I need to talk to Melody. You go ahead and I'll catch up to you all later."
Everyone was confused, yes, but continued walking. The brunette girl and blonde boy sat on the steps of some shut-down bakery. They sat there for what seemed like hours. Mel was afraid to say anything. Anything she said could get him pissed, angry, mad. Maybe even turn on her. So they sat there in pen-dropped silence. Then Melody squirmed in the position she was in and started feeling uncomfortable.
"Why did you do that?" Freddie asked out of no where. He was staring down at the ground.
"I felt uncomfortable..." Melody replied with a quiet tone.
"No, what you did at Dewie's. At practice. When you told a lie."
"Oh, that," she hesitated and thought for a while, "well I guess I didn't want you to get in trouble. Sounds corny but you seemed really in a bad mood. And if Dewie was going to get on you it wouldn't of been much better. So I guess that's it. Why?"
Freddie looked over at her. She stared back at him; and felt as if his brown eyes were taking her, wrapping and grabbing her. Pulling her down...
"It wasn't the real Melody. Plus you suck at lying and Dewie didn't believe you..."
Melody stood up and cut him off.
"If you're just going to accuse me of bad lying then why am I even here?!" She growled down at him. He grew silent and looked back down at the ground.
"You have really nice eyes."
"OH SHUT-UP!" Mel bellowed, knowing he was lying. "You suck at lying also."
He looked back up at her and stood up. This was the first time that they were only 6 inches away from each other. And he was taller. They locked eyes and grew silent.
"You have really nice eyes," Freddie repeated. Melody punched him in his arm. Hard.
"Give it up, man. If that's your thank-you, go kiss a cow's ass." Melody smirked, but still locked eyes.
"Here's a thank-you, drummer."
He leaned forward. Freddie leaned forward and his and her lips touched. She shut her eyes tightly and returned the pitiful kiss. It wasn't real. She knew she was dreaming. Ugh, she though, I'm suppose to have good dreams...not nightmares. But was she pulling away? No. She wanted to kiss him. To touch his cold lips. Then she pulled away. And noticed she had his normal skin color again. And he was getting warm.
"Wow," Melody had just noticed what happened, "oh my gosh...no way!" She sat down again and held her head in her hands, staring to freak-out. "What?" The boy asked.
"We just kissed, FREDDIE!" She cried. He shrugged.
"So?"
"Yeah, I betcha are use to kissing girls. Hot shot..."
"You're the most beautiful one of them all though."
This time she looked up and punched him in his arm again. Even harder.
"FUCK!" Freddie growled under his breath, grabbing his arm in pain. "You can hit."
"Of course, girls CAN hit. I can beat guys AND drums." Her emotions changed as she checked her watch. "We need to get going. It's getting late." The sun was already half-way gone.
And so both stood up and walked home. In silence, but before Melody got to her door Freddie had payback. He playfully hit her in her arm, leaving a nice bruise. But Mel didn't wince.
"Later, loser." Melody said as she entered her house.
I know, ya'll. I really need to get a life. SO GIVE UP TELLING ME THAT, because I know already. Yes...I'm going insane. OVER MY BOYFRIEND ... and Kevin!!!!!!!!!!!!!! XXXXD
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 FIVE: Girls Can Hit
Days passed by. School of Rock rolled on. Everyone knew Melody was fine, and Freddie was crushing on her badly. And after though days went by, Mel was okay and out of the hospital in no time. Everyone was happy to see her. And everyone noticed the wrap that was around her tiered flesh on her arm. Even the teachers. But on problem was still revolving around her life.
Mrs.Wicoff wouldn't let her go to any band practices.
"MOM. It was my fault, lady. So just let me go..." Melody begged her angry mother. Mrs.Wicoff had been awake and active ever since what happened. It was her turn to talk.
"Melody, Melody, Melody. My SYMPATHY is coming out my ass, dear!" Her mother screamed sarcastically. "You're NOT going there. I don't even know why I let you go in the first place. I didn't even trust Dewie when I first met him. Ugh...no, Mel. I'm going to bed. Go to your room and do your homework or something."
"Homework's done." Melody said quickly.
"Watch T.V." Mrs.Wicoff suggested, shuffling to her bedroom.
"Nothing's on."
"Get on the computer."
"Too boring."
"Play basketball." Emily was growing tired and irritated.
"Suck at it."
"Do something you don't suck at!" Her mother shouted back at her daughter. A smile grew on Melody's lip.
"Play drums in a band that at an apartment where I won't get hurt?" Melody asked.
Silence.
Then her mother gave her another death glaring look, went into her bedroom, and slammed the door behind her.
"THANKS, mum!" Melody shouted to her mother as she practically slid down the stairs steps and out the door. It was 4:00 and band started in 20 minutes. Unfortunately, Melody forgot the way to the apartment. But FORTUNATELY, Alex was waiting outside for her.
Since it was after school, they had changed from their uniforms to their normal clothes. Alex had a hot orange fitted shirt on the read: CAUTION, a pink and black plaid skirt, white and black stockings that went past her knees, a pair of black and white Chucks, and varieties of colored bracelets on her wrists. Melody, on the other hand, didn't had sorts of all colors. Red and black was her main reach. She had her black fitted shirt with a picture of a bleeding rose on the front of it, black baggy Capri's that went past her knees, black DCs, varieties of red, black, and white bracelets, and chains that hung down from her Capri's.
Both girls gave each other high-fives and started walking down the sidewalk towards the downtown city. In moments they were there. They walked in total silence.
"Oh, MELODY! Great to have you back. How 'yer arm there?" Dewie asked once Melody and Alex opened the door to the apartment. Melody glanced down at the gauze around her torn arm. She looked back at him and smiled, "Erm...it's fine, Dew." He nodded and let her go upstairs.
Alex elbowed the band instructor in his ribs.
"HI, Dewie. Nice to see you, too." She said with harsh sarcasm in her voice. He growled playfully and waved a hand at her. "Yes...hello," Alex mumbled and followed after Mel.
Everyone said usual greeting's to Melody, like nothing happened. She didn't mind. At least the noticed her. Well, all besides Freddie. He was in a deep discussion with Zack. So she walked over to them and waved sympathetically, in a sarcastic way though.
"Oh, hey Melody." Zack mumbled, half talking to her half talking to Freddie. The blonde boy looked very pale, an almost green. He had dark circles around his eyes from lack of sleep probably. And every now and then when Zack was talking, he would zone-out.
Melody only caught pieces of the conversation.
"You're ill, Freddie. Is everything...dad...okay? What have you doing? Cutting..." Zack stopped and looked sulkily up at the standing Melody. "What may I help you with, MISS?" He asked, irritated. Melody shook her nothing, "Nothing Zack. Just listening...is that okay?" Zack acted as if she hadn't of said that, "You can go along now."
"Whatever, dude..." Melody said, trudging across the room to the drum set.
She sat down on the stool, grabbed the wooden sticks that sat on the ground, and was about to start a steady beat. But she heard a thump across the room.
Melody looked up, whiplash.
Freddie's face was flushed with red. Anger could be shown through his expressions. Zack was taken back, eyes widened. His friend had knocked over the miniature table that had been discussing at. It was turned over, of course, and Freddie was standing up and staring out the apartment window.
Dewie rushed upstairs.
"What the hell happened?" He asked the band members. Everyone grew silent and stared over at Freddie. But Melody walked over to the table.
"I'm so sorry, Dew. I—um...—tripped over the table. Heh," —she let out a nervous laugh— "me and my...stupidity. Sorry, man. Yeah..." Melody coughed and glared over at Freddie.
Dewie knew she was lying but kept cool.
"Sure, Mel, just be careful. But what about Freddie? What's his problem?"
"Freddie's problem?" Melody asked, her voice tuning up a tone. "Erm..."
Zack saved her, "He just has a really bad headache...can we skip practice today? No one's here anyway. Well besides Fred, me, Alex, Mel, and Summer. We've had a rough time lately. Please, dude?"
Melody coughed fakely, and continued glaring at the back of the blonde boy's head. What was his problem?
"YEAH, whatever, people. Leave. Get outta here. Laaater." Dewie grumbled and turned to his bed mattress. And flopped down on it. Seconds later he was snoring like a warthog.
The School of Rock members slipped out of the room silently. Even the talkative Summer was quiet as they all walked home. But Melody had the urge to ask Freddie what was wrong. The words were almost prying her mouth open. She let out a muffled shriek. Everyone looked over at her in a befuddled way.
She shrugged.
"Soo...how's your arm, Melody?" Zack asked, trying to break the silence easily and peacefully. Freddie winced.
"Erm—still bloody, but it's healing. Very slowly." Melody answered, her voice quiet and calm.
"How did you get it anyways? I know it was from the I.V. but like how did you rip your skin with the I.V.?" Summer wondered, a pondering smile forming on her face.
There was a death silence besides the chirping birds and the sounds of their footsteps. Melody opened her mouth to say something, but Freddie spoke instead.
"Hey guys, I need to talk to Melody. You go ahead and I'll catch up to you all later."
Everyone was confused, yes, but continued walking. The brunette girl and blonde boy sat on the steps of some shut-down bakery. They sat there for what seemed like hours. Mel was afraid to say anything. Anything she said could get him pissed, angry, mad. Maybe even turn on her. So they sat there in pen-dropped silence. Then Melody squirmed in the position she was in and started feeling uncomfortable.
"Why did you do that?" Freddie asked out of no where. He was staring down at the ground.
"I felt uncomfortable..." Melody replied with a quiet tone.
"No, what you did at Dewie's. At practice. When you told a lie."
"Oh, that," she hesitated and thought for a while, "well I guess I didn't want you to get in trouble. Sounds corny but you seemed really in a bad mood. And if Dewie was going to get on you it wouldn't of been much better. So I guess that's it. Why?"
Freddie looked over at her. She stared back at him; and felt as if his brown eyes were taking her, wrapping and grabbing her. Pulling her down...
"It wasn't the real Melody. Plus you suck at lying and Dewie didn't believe you..."
Melody stood up and cut him off.
"If you're just going to accuse me of bad lying then why am I even here?!" She growled down at him. He grew silent and looked back down at the ground.
"You have really nice eyes."
"OH SHUT-UP!" Mel bellowed, knowing he was lying. "You suck at lying also."
He looked back up at her and stood up. This was the first time that they were only 6 inches away from each other. And he was taller. They locked eyes and grew silent.
"You have really nice eyes," Freddie repeated. Melody punched him in his arm. Hard.
"Give it up, man. If that's your thank-you, go kiss a cow's ass." Melody smirked, but still locked eyes.
"Here's a thank-you, drummer."
He leaned forward. Freddie leaned forward and his and her lips touched. She shut her eyes tightly and returned the pitiful kiss. It wasn't real. She knew she was dreaming. Ugh, she though, I'm suppose to have good dreams...not nightmares. But was she pulling away? No. She wanted to kiss him. To touch his cold lips. Then she pulled away. And noticed she had his normal skin color again. And he was getting warm.
"Wow," Melody had just noticed what happened, "oh my gosh...no way!" She sat down again and held her head in her hands, staring to freak-out. "What?" The boy asked.
"We just kissed, FREDDIE!" She cried. He shrugged.
"So?"
"Yeah, I betcha are use to kissing girls. Hot shot..."
"You're the most beautiful one of them all though."
This time she looked up and punched him in his arm again. Even harder.
"FUCK!" Freddie growled under his breath, grabbing his arm in pain. "You can hit."
"Of course, girls CAN hit. I can beat guys AND drums." Her emotions changed as she checked her watch. "We need to get going. It's getting late." The sun was already half-way gone.
And so both stood up and walked home. In silence, but before Melody got to her door Freddie had payback. He playfully hit her in her arm, leaving a nice bruise. But Mel didn't wince.
"Later, loser." Melody said as she entered her house.
I know, ya'll. I really need to get a life. SO GIVE UP TELLING ME THAT, because I know already. Yes...I'm going insane. OVER MY BOYFRIEND ... and Kevin!!!!!!!!!!!!!! XXXXD