Disclaimer: School of Rock and it's characters do not belong to me.
Author's notes: The poll answers in the reviews were very helpful, and kind of one sided. It was obvious what pairing I'd be writing. In this chapter, I'm not positive if some of the things I've said happened, actually could, but for all purposes of this story, they can.
Chapter Two
Katie lay in her bed that night, unable to sleep. Summer had told her story. Apparently, Summer and her mom were going to the airport to come home, her dad was driving them, when a drunk driver ran a red light and collided into their car. It managed to cause a nine car pileup. Somehow, her seat belt snapped, and she was thrown halfway out her closed window, where she remained until the car blew up. At that point she was thrown to the hood of the ambulance. The point that managed to get Katie crying was when she learned Summer had been conscious, until the paramedics began working on her.
It got worse when they learned she was one of three survivors, neither of the other two one of her parents. Summer had cried lightly at that point but, was hardly sobbing like Katie. Freddy had helped Katie, being closer to her than Zack. They learned Summer was paralyzed from the waist down. That she was now living in Maine with her aunt. And why she hadn't kept in touch. She had been worried what they would think.
Zack took it upon himself to switch to a better topic, so he asked what had happened after that. Summer explained she had found a way to link herself with the past, even if she wouldn't want to risk talking to them. She learned to play guitar, and keyboard, and then took voice lessons.
By the time they had finished talking about what had happened with Summer, it had been well around 11:00. Though they were at college, the group decided to get some sleep so they could get up early to register for classes tomorrow. Summer would wait to learn about their lives until after they registered.
Katie couldn't believe it. Summer Hathaway in a wheelchair. The same Summer who's favorite past time in the third grade was showing off her gymnastics. That wasn't right. Summer wasn't supposed to lose her ability to do that. She wasn't supposed to lose her parents either. Then again the band wasn't supposed to break up and look what happened to that idea.
Summer had mentioned something that her shrink had told her. Well, first she mentioned her aunt makes her see one, and then she mentioned what he said. It's OK to think about the past, but don't think about could haves or should haves. You can't change what happened then, but you can make what happens now. It made sense to Katie. Knowing it source wasn't as comforting as the words.
"Katie, go to sleep."
"Summer, what are you doing up?"
"I told you guys, I'd probably have a nightmare. The question is what are you doing up? You aren't thinking about what happened to me are you?"
"How did you know I was awake?"
"No one moves that much when they're asleep. Now answer the question. Are you thinking about what happened to me?"
"Well..."
"Katie, I know it's going to take a bit to get used to, but you can't lose sleep over it." Summer chided. "If I still did that, I wouldn't be awake during the day would I?"
"You are losing sleep over it. You said yourself you just woke up from a nightmare."
"Yes, but if you were asleep, I would already be asleep again. Doesn't disturb much of the sleep pattern does it? Go to sleep Katie."
"But..."
"Sleep."
§ § §
Summer opened the door, at a knock the next morning. She smiled when she saw Zack, dressed in jeans and Ramones T-shirt, then backed up letting him in. "So, are you ready to pick your classes?"
"You mean aside from the fact that I have no clue what I want to do with my life? Yeah, I'm stoked."
Summer laughed. "You should go into writing, or an English department."
"What?"
"The lyrics to your songs are great. And last time I checked all of your writing pieces got As. You have a talent for writing. I suggest you use it."
"Not a bad idea. What about you? What do you think you're going to do?"
"I don't know. Maybe education."
"No. Pathologist."
"Cut open dead people. Why do you chose that for me?"
"You're very smart, and you found dissecting the frog in sixth grade absolutely fascinating. So much so that you did Marta's too when she threw up and had to go home."
"Wow I had forgotten about that. Not a bad idea. I say we go with these. We don't have to declare majors yet. If they totally suck we change." Zack nodded. "Where's Freddy?"
"Asleep. I've been warned not to wake him up before 8:00 unless he ends up with classes at that point. I wanted to head out. Where's Katie?"
"Shower. We can head out though."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. She just left and the administration wants me to get there as early as possible. They think I'm going to get trampled or something."
"Good to know they have some faith in you isn't it." Summer laughed again. "So, let's go."
"Sure, just let me leave Katie a note on the door."
§ § § Summer and Zack left the coffee shop, laughing. They had their class schedules in one hand, coffees in the other. "I can't believe I missed that." Summer stopped laughing.
"You would have loved it. Freddy would hate it even more. He would never hear the end of it."
"I'm sure he still doesn't. If he still patronizes Katie like he used to."
"It's worse now."
"Then she's not about to let him live that down. So what do we do now? Judging by the lines that were forming Katie and Freddy won't be done for a while."
Zack shrugged. "How about a walk around campus? We can find the buildings were our classes will be. It'll help if we don't get lost on the first day."
"I like the way you think, Mr. Mooneyham."
"I do have good ideas don't I, Ms. Hathaway?"
Summer was laughing again. They started walking down a path that led away from their dorm building. "I don't think I've laughed this much in one day since Dewey's surprise party for you."
"That was fun. Remember when Freddy started the food fight?"
"How could I forget? He shoved Katie head first into the cake."
"She was so furious with him. What did she throw back at him?"
"Nothing. She dumped the punchbowl over his head."
"And then we had war."
"Makes you miss the good old days doesn't it?" Zack nodded. "So, tell me more about the Freddy boxers incident."
§ § §
"I can't believe they left me alone with you." Katie groaned looking at Freddy, who stood next to her in a line at the coffee shop.
"You can ditch me now. We made it through registration." Freddy offered.
"To do what? Listen to music in my room? No thanks. As much as I love alone time, that'll just get me thinking about Summer again."
"What's to think about?"
"The whole wheelchair thing. Remember?"
"Yeah. It's not like she's turned into someone who's angry at the world for it or anything. She's still the same Summer. Well, actually, she's a lot cooler now."
"But how can all of you be dealing with it like nothing's different? One of our friends is in a wheelchair. And it happened because of something tragic. Even she's fine with it and telling me to move on."
"That's because it happened four years ago. She's had time to get over it, and a shrink to help with it too. If you're having more problems with it than her, Blacky, maybe you should talk to her."
"Wow. You actually gave me good advice."
"I know. I am good aren't I? Just call me the next Dr. Phil."
"And then you go and say something like that." Katie rolled her eyes. "Sometimes I don't know why I'm friends with you Whacker."
"Because I have such intelligence and great looks."
"Oh please."
"Come on Blacky. You know you want me."
"About as much as I want a lobotomy."
"Oh zing, I've been zapped." Freddy paused. "You really should lose that sarcasm. It makes you sound so bitter."
"I am bitter. Why is this line so long?"
"They heard you were coming and wanted to torture you. I'd say it's working."
"I'd say you're about a step away from me shoving your drumsticks where you don't get any sun. Get it?"
"Now, now, that's not very nice."
"Cry about it."
§ § §
Summer handed Freddy and Katie a can of soda upon their entry into her dorm room. She had spent more time talking with Zack, reminiscing about their past adventures together while they walked, and then waiting for Katie and Freddy. "So what took you guys so long?"
"Lines. There was nothing but lines anywhere we went." Katie groaned, grabbing a seat.
"What type of courses did you end up with?" Zack asked.
"I went with stuff for marine biology." Katie opened her soda.
Freddy followed suit. "This stuff that has to do with the media. Like television production, stuff like that."
"I didn't know you were interested in that stuff." Zack took a sip of his own soda.
Freddy shrugged. "Its pretty cool. What about you two?"
"Mostly stuff about writing." Zack volunteered.
"I'm taking courses for pre-med, so I can be a pathologist."
"You want to work on dead people for a living," Katie blinked.
"Why not? The human body is fascinating." Summer smiled. "OK, so you were going to tell me about what's going on with your lives since I left."
"Well, about six months after you were gone, the band broke up. It was Dewey's decision. People weren't devoted to the music as much and we weren't getting gigs." Zack began. "Which brought us to our new nicknames. Dewey's became a sore subject."
"Wow." Summer sighed. "I knew the band had been drifting, but I didn't know it was that bad. What are these new nicknames?"
"Whacker." Freddy raised his hand.
"Blacky." Katie did the same.
"Slick." Zack finished.
Summer nodded. "They all half make fun of your personalities. Is that on purpose?"
"Of course it is, Hot Wheels." Zack answered her question.
Summer laughed. "Is that my new name?"
Zack nodded. "If you like it."
"I think I might have to paint some flames on this old chair. Just so it works out right." Summer only half-joked. "Want to help, Slick?"
There's chapter two. Is everything at least half believable? Let me know what you think.
Random quote of the day: "Information is not knowledge. Knowledge is not wisdom. Wisdom is not truth. Truth is not beauty. Beauty is not love. Love is not music. Music is the best." –Frank Zappa
A thanks to those who reviewed
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Author's notes: The poll answers in the reviews were very helpful, and kind of one sided. It was obvious what pairing I'd be writing. In this chapter, I'm not positive if some of the things I've said happened, actually could, but for all purposes of this story, they can.
Chapter Two
Katie lay in her bed that night, unable to sleep. Summer had told her story. Apparently, Summer and her mom were going to the airport to come home, her dad was driving them, when a drunk driver ran a red light and collided into their car. It managed to cause a nine car pileup. Somehow, her seat belt snapped, and she was thrown halfway out her closed window, where she remained until the car blew up. At that point she was thrown to the hood of the ambulance. The point that managed to get Katie crying was when she learned Summer had been conscious, until the paramedics began working on her.
It got worse when they learned she was one of three survivors, neither of the other two one of her parents. Summer had cried lightly at that point but, was hardly sobbing like Katie. Freddy had helped Katie, being closer to her than Zack. They learned Summer was paralyzed from the waist down. That she was now living in Maine with her aunt. And why she hadn't kept in touch. She had been worried what they would think.
Zack took it upon himself to switch to a better topic, so he asked what had happened after that. Summer explained she had found a way to link herself with the past, even if she wouldn't want to risk talking to them. She learned to play guitar, and keyboard, and then took voice lessons.
By the time they had finished talking about what had happened with Summer, it had been well around 11:00. Though they were at college, the group decided to get some sleep so they could get up early to register for classes tomorrow. Summer would wait to learn about their lives until after they registered.
Katie couldn't believe it. Summer Hathaway in a wheelchair. The same Summer who's favorite past time in the third grade was showing off her gymnastics. That wasn't right. Summer wasn't supposed to lose her ability to do that. She wasn't supposed to lose her parents either. Then again the band wasn't supposed to break up and look what happened to that idea.
Summer had mentioned something that her shrink had told her. Well, first she mentioned her aunt makes her see one, and then she mentioned what he said. It's OK to think about the past, but don't think about could haves or should haves. You can't change what happened then, but you can make what happens now. It made sense to Katie. Knowing it source wasn't as comforting as the words.
"Katie, go to sleep."
"Summer, what are you doing up?"
"I told you guys, I'd probably have a nightmare. The question is what are you doing up? You aren't thinking about what happened to me are you?"
"How did you know I was awake?"
"No one moves that much when they're asleep. Now answer the question. Are you thinking about what happened to me?"
"Well..."
"Katie, I know it's going to take a bit to get used to, but you can't lose sleep over it." Summer chided. "If I still did that, I wouldn't be awake during the day would I?"
"You are losing sleep over it. You said yourself you just woke up from a nightmare."
"Yes, but if you were asleep, I would already be asleep again. Doesn't disturb much of the sleep pattern does it? Go to sleep Katie."
"But..."
"Sleep."
§ § §
Summer opened the door, at a knock the next morning. She smiled when she saw Zack, dressed in jeans and Ramones T-shirt, then backed up letting him in. "So, are you ready to pick your classes?"
"You mean aside from the fact that I have no clue what I want to do with my life? Yeah, I'm stoked."
Summer laughed. "You should go into writing, or an English department."
"What?"
"The lyrics to your songs are great. And last time I checked all of your writing pieces got As. You have a talent for writing. I suggest you use it."
"Not a bad idea. What about you? What do you think you're going to do?"
"I don't know. Maybe education."
"No. Pathologist."
"Cut open dead people. Why do you chose that for me?"
"You're very smart, and you found dissecting the frog in sixth grade absolutely fascinating. So much so that you did Marta's too when she threw up and had to go home."
"Wow I had forgotten about that. Not a bad idea. I say we go with these. We don't have to declare majors yet. If they totally suck we change." Zack nodded. "Where's Freddy?"
"Asleep. I've been warned not to wake him up before 8:00 unless he ends up with classes at that point. I wanted to head out. Where's Katie?"
"Shower. We can head out though."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. She just left and the administration wants me to get there as early as possible. They think I'm going to get trampled or something."
"Good to know they have some faith in you isn't it." Summer laughed again. "So, let's go."
"Sure, just let me leave Katie a note on the door."
§ § § Summer and Zack left the coffee shop, laughing. They had their class schedules in one hand, coffees in the other. "I can't believe I missed that." Summer stopped laughing.
"You would have loved it. Freddy would hate it even more. He would never hear the end of it."
"I'm sure he still doesn't. If he still patronizes Katie like he used to."
"It's worse now."
"Then she's not about to let him live that down. So what do we do now? Judging by the lines that were forming Katie and Freddy won't be done for a while."
Zack shrugged. "How about a walk around campus? We can find the buildings were our classes will be. It'll help if we don't get lost on the first day."
"I like the way you think, Mr. Mooneyham."
"I do have good ideas don't I, Ms. Hathaway?"
Summer was laughing again. They started walking down a path that led away from their dorm building. "I don't think I've laughed this much in one day since Dewey's surprise party for you."
"That was fun. Remember when Freddy started the food fight?"
"How could I forget? He shoved Katie head first into the cake."
"She was so furious with him. What did she throw back at him?"
"Nothing. She dumped the punchbowl over his head."
"And then we had war."
"Makes you miss the good old days doesn't it?" Zack nodded. "So, tell me more about the Freddy boxers incident."
§ § §
"I can't believe they left me alone with you." Katie groaned looking at Freddy, who stood next to her in a line at the coffee shop.
"You can ditch me now. We made it through registration." Freddy offered.
"To do what? Listen to music in my room? No thanks. As much as I love alone time, that'll just get me thinking about Summer again."
"What's to think about?"
"The whole wheelchair thing. Remember?"
"Yeah. It's not like she's turned into someone who's angry at the world for it or anything. She's still the same Summer. Well, actually, she's a lot cooler now."
"But how can all of you be dealing with it like nothing's different? One of our friends is in a wheelchair. And it happened because of something tragic. Even she's fine with it and telling me to move on."
"That's because it happened four years ago. She's had time to get over it, and a shrink to help with it too. If you're having more problems with it than her, Blacky, maybe you should talk to her."
"Wow. You actually gave me good advice."
"I know. I am good aren't I? Just call me the next Dr. Phil."
"And then you go and say something like that." Katie rolled her eyes. "Sometimes I don't know why I'm friends with you Whacker."
"Because I have such intelligence and great looks."
"Oh please."
"Come on Blacky. You know you want me."
"About as much as I want a lobotomy."
"Oh zing, I've been zapped." Freddy paused. "You really should lose that sarcasm. It makes you sound so bitter."
"I am bitter. Why is this line so long?"
"They heard you were coming and wanted to torture you. I'd say it's working."
"I'd say you're about a step away from me shoving your drumsticks where you don't get any sun. Get it?"
"Now, now, that's not very nice."
"Cry about it."
§ § §
Summer handed Freddy and Katie a can of soda upon their entry into her dorm room. She had spent more time talking with Zack, reminiscing about their past adventures together while they walked, and then waiting for Katie and Freddy. "So what took you guys so long?"
"Lines. There was nothing but lines anywhere we went." Katie groaned, grabbing a seat.
"What type of courses did you end up with?" Zack asked.
"I went with stuff for marine biology." Katie opened her soda.
Freddy followed suit. "This stuff that has to do with the media. Like television production, stuff like that."
"I didn't know you were interested in that stuff." Zack took a sip of his own soda.
Freddy shrugged. "Its pretty cool. What about you two?"
"Mostly stuff about writing." Zack volunteered.
"I'm taking courses for pre-med, so I can be a pathologist."
"You want to work on dead people for a living," Katie blinked.
"Why not? The human body is fascinating." Summer smiled. "OK, so you were going to tell me about what's going on with your lives since I left."
"Well, about six months after you were gone, the band broke up. It was Dewey's decision. People weren't devoted to the music as much and we weren't getting gigs." Zack began. "Which brought us to our new nicknames. Dewey's became a sore subject."
"Wow." Summer sighed. "I knew the band had been drifting, but I didn't know it was that bad. What are these new nicknames?"
"Whacker." Freddy raised his hand.
"Blacky." Katie did the same.
"Slick." Zack finished.
Summer nodded. "They all half make fun of your personalities. Is that on purpose?"
"Of course it is, Hot Wheels." Zack answered her question.
Summer laughed. "Is that my new name?"
Zack nodded. "If you like it."
"I think I might have to paint some flames on this old chair. Just so it works out right." Summer only half-joked. "Want to help, Slick?"
There's chapter two. Is everything at least half believable? Let me know what you think.
Random quote of the day: "Information is not knowledge. Knowledge is not wisdom. Wisdom is not truth. Truth is not beauty. Beauty is not love. Love is not music. Music is the best." –Frank Zappa
A thanks to those who reviewed
Miss Mills
wiseoldman
Brooke
Veggi-Babu-chan
Tary Chang
Nanners-77
maroonedpirate11
lotsofsmilez77
mellowyellow36
rockin awesome x
firefairy6655
Serena
Nessa's Ruby Slippers
chp
ella
Swimmerkitti
Pannalid
SiennaR79