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Author's notes: The reviews are great, thank you for giving them to me. I'm glad everyone thinks the songs are so good and to answer Pannalid's question, yes I am writing them all myself. And now, the chapter that starts the saga everyone wants to read about, Spring Break. I shouldn't keep you in suspense, so, here we go.
Ch12
Summer inwardly rolled her eyes as Dr. Green went on with his conversation on the phone. He was apparently on with his girlfriend. "Honey, I'm with a patient. I'll have to call you back. Love you too." He hung up and looked up. "Sorry about that."
Summer outwardly rolled her eyes this time, and fingered her necklace briefly. "I'm going to be leaving a bit early today. Some friends are picking me up so we can go on our spring break trip."
"Well then, I suppose we should get started." Dr. Green began. "So, I spoke with your aunt."
"Here we go." Summer muttered.
Dr. Green ignored her. "She's concerned about your sarcasm."
"John, I can call you John can't I? John, my aunt would be concerned if she couldn't find a pair of shoes that matched her outfit perfectly. But, yes, I am sarcastic. I just can't see how sarcasm is a mental disease."
Again, Dr. Green ignored her patronizing. "She says you weren't sarcastic before the accident."
"I also wasn't paralyzed. She's not more concerned about that?"
"She says that you never grieved properly."
"Well, that would be why she sends me to the never-ending line of crackpot shrinks much like yourself. Because she's over protective and doesn't understand that different people deal with things in different ways. My way of dealing with the accident just happened to be changing into a part of me that no one knew about. It's not my problem if my aunt can't handle that."
"But changing yourself doesn't solve the problem. It just hides it."
"It is all about problems with you people isn't it. I can't just be normal, can I?"
"Summer, I know you don't want to face it, but you haven't properly dealt with your parents death and the accident. You've simply put up shields to hide from it all."
"Maybe I have dealt with it and I like the way I am. But you probably haven't thought of that possibility, because it's too simple and then my aunt would have no reason to pay you."
"Really? You've dealt with it? Because all signs point to no on that one."
"Enlighten me."
"OK, your first word association. When I said sun, you said sunglasses. You were referring to protection."
"Which could mean I was thinking of safe sex."
"I think it means you were thinking of protecting yourself from your inner demons."
"I have inner demons?" Summer feigned surprise. "Well, if I have mini- Satans swimming around inside of me, shouldn't I be at an exorcist and not a shrink?"
"There is another one of your defenses. You don't admit that anything might be wrong, you just make fun of what others suggest."
"Maybe that's because what other's suggest is ridiculous. Why don't we go back to stupid association games? At least then I didn't have to listen to ridiculous accusations."
"They aren't accusations."
"Whatever, my ride's going to be here any minute."
"Very well. I want you to take this journal, and every time you feel a strong emotion, I want you to write whatever pops into your head."
"And if I don't?"
"Summer, the longer you don't cooperate, the longer you're going to be visiting with me and your doctor back home."
"Oh lucky day."
§ § §
Summer sat in the back of the van as Freddy, Zack, and herself made their way to Dewey's home for the reunion. They had been unable to convince Katie to join them, much to Freddy, and everyone else's disappointment. She was angrily playing guitar and jotting down notes every once and a while, while Zack drove, and Freddy absentmindedly played drums on the dashboard.
"Hey Hot Wheels, what is that?" Zack shifted lanes.
"Just something that came to me. I'll show it to you guys when I'm done." Summer answered, not paying much attention.
"OK. Do you think things will go OK with Dewey?" Zack changed the subject rather quickly.
"I hope so. I talked to him. As far as I know, what's going to happen is, he's going to give everyone a chance to say what they feel, and then give his explanation." Summer stopped playing to have the conversation. "It's probably a good thing Katie didn't come. He probably couldn't handle all the things she's said about him."
"I didn't know the band even meant that much to her." Freddy paused his drumming.
"I guess we all had parts of it we were passionate about." Summer remarked. "She keeps talking about how the band was unified and a family, that Dewey ripped apart with his idea. All I can really think about saying is telling him off about not thinking about the passion of the music, and letting the man get to him."
"Well, at least he'll get to hear all of this." Zack sighed. "What about you? Are you ready to face everyone?"
"They all know. So that's a bit easier. But all the emotion will come back when they see me in the chair. I'm not quite ready to handle that, but there's nothing I can do, so bring it on." Summer decided. "Freddy, did you ever talk to Marta?"
"Well...kinda."
"What do you mean, kinda?" Zack risked a glance at his friend in the seat next to him.
"I mean I told her you were dating someone, but I never mentioned that it was Summer. Marta thinks that it's just some girl you met at Brown. Which, is technically true, but not as detailed as you probably would have preferred."
Both Zack and Summer sighed. "Oh great."
§ § §
"OK." Summer glanced at the printed out e-mail. "We're early, and Dewey is at the airport dropping Ms. Mullins off. We're supposed to just take the key from under the mat and go into the living room and wait." She informed looking at Dewey's house. "Are we ready for this?"
"As ready as we'll ever be." Zack bent down and got the key.
It wasn't until they were inside in the living room that someone said anything. It was Summer who, upon spotting one of Dewey's guitars, had gone right to it. "I finished that song I was working on in the van."
"That was quick." Freddy blinked.
"I was motivated. You guys wanted to hear it?" Both nodded. "Well, it's called Bittersweet Lies.
"You see me
See me as everything I say or do
Exactly what I see in you
You see me
See me as I present myself
I can't expect nothing else
But what you see is not the truth
Blame it on my flaming youth
Or sugar from the candy booth
But, you know that's not the case
You know behind this pretty face
There is a past you can't erase
I hide behind them
My bittersweet lies
You know me
Know me as told you to
Why wouldn't you
You know me
Know me as the psycho girl
That you want to give a whirl
But what you see is not the truth
Blame it on my flaming youth
Or sugar from the candy booth
But, you know that's not the case
You know behind this pretty face
There is a past you can't erase
I hide behind them
My bittersweet lies
Set up the shield
Hide the wounds that never healed
Just with them
Paint on the look
You don't know what it took
To make them
But what you see is not the truth
Blame it on my flaming youth
Or sugar from the candy booth
But, you know that's not the case
You know behind this pretty face
There is a past you can't erase
I hide behind them
My bittersweet lies"
Freddy and Zack said nothing. They simply clapped. Amongst the midst of applause though, someone did speak. "Tink, when were you gonna tell us you could sing and play guitar like that?"
Summer, Freddy, and Zack looked behind them. It was Dewey.
Ha ha ha. I am truly evil. Oh well.
Random Quote of The Day: "I saw a stationary store move."—Jay London
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Author's notes: The reviews are great, thank you for giving them to me. I'm glad everyone thinks the songs are so good and to answer Pannalid's question, yes I am writing them all myself. And now, the chapter that starts the saga everyone wants to read about, Spring Break. I shouldn't keep you in suspense, so, here we go.
Ch12
Summer inwardly rolled her eyes as Dr. Green went on with his conversation on the phone. He was apparently on with his girlfriend. "Honey, I'm with a patient. I'll have to call you back. Love you too." He hung up and looked up. "Sorry about that."
Summer outwardly rolled her eyes this time, and fingered her necklace briefly. "I'm going to be leaving a bit early today. Some friends are picking me up so we can go on our spring break trip."
"Well then, I suppose we should get started." Dr. Green began. "So, I spoke with your aunt."
"Here we go." Summer muttered.
Dr. Green ignored her. "She's concerned about your sarcasm."
"John, I can call you John can't I? John, my aunt would be concerned if she couldn't find a pair of shoes that matched her outfit perfectly. But, yes, I am sarcastic. I just can't see how sarcasm is a mental disease."
Again, Dr. Green ignored her patronizing. "She says you weren't sarcastic before the accident."
"I also wasn't paralyzed. She's not more concerned about that?"
"She says that you never grieved properly."
"Well, that would be why she sends me to the never-ending line of crackpot shrinks much like yourself. Because she's over protective and doesn't understand that different people deal with things in different ways. My way of dealing with the accident just happened to be changing into a part of me that no one knew about. It's not my problem if my aunt can't handle that."
"But changing yourself doesn't solve the problem. It just hides it."
"It is all about problems with you people isn't it. I can't just be normal, can I?"
"Summer, I know you don't want to face it, but you haven't properly dealt with your parents death and the accident. You've simply put up shields to hide from it all."
"Maybe I have dealt with it and I like the way I am. But you probably haven't thought of that possibility, because it's too simple and then my aunt would have no reason to pay you."
"Really? You've dealt with it? Because all signs point to no on that one."
"Enlighten me."
"OK, your first word association. When I said sun, you said sunglasses. You were referring to protection."
"Which could mean I was thinking of safe sex."
"I think it means you were thinking of protecting yourself from your inner demons."
"I have inner demons?" Summer feigned surprise. "Well, if I have mini- Satans swimming around inside of me, shouldn't I be at an exorcist and not a shrink?"
"There is another one of your defenses. You don't admit that anything might be wrong, you just make fun of what others suggest."
"Maybe that's because what other's suggest is ridiculous. Why don't we go back to stupid association games? At least then I didn't have to listen to ridiculous accusations."
"They aren't accusations."
"Whatever, my ride's going to be here any minute."
"Very well. I want you to take this journal, and every time you feel a strong emotion, I want you to write whatever pops into your head."
"And if I don't?"
"Summer, the longer you don't cooperate, the longer you're going to be visiting with me and your doctor back home."
"Oh lucky day."
§ § §
Summer sat in the back of the van as Freddy, Zack, and herself made their way to Dewey's home for the reunion. They had been unable to convince Katie to join them, much to Freddy, and everyone else's disappointment. She was angrily playing guitar and jotting down notes every once and a while, while Zack drove, and Freddy absentmindedly played drums on the dashboard.
"Hey Hot Wheels, what is that?" Zack shifted lanes.
"Just something that came to me. I'll show it to you guys when I'm done." Summer answered, not paying much attention.
"OK. Do you think things will go OK with Dewey?" Zack changed the subject rather quickly.
"I hope so. I talked to him. As far as I know, what's going to happen is, he's going to give everyone a chance to say what they feel, and then give his explanation." Summer stopped playing to have the conversation. "It's probably a good thing Katie didn't come. He probably couldn't handle all the things she's said about him."
"I didn't know the band even meant that much to her." Freddy paused his drumming.
"I guess we all had parts of it we were passionate about." Summer remarked. "She keeps talking about how the band was unified and a family, that Dewey ripped apart with his idea. All I can really think about saying is telling him off about not thinking about the passion of the music, and letting the man get to him."
"Well, at least he'll get to hear all of this." Zack sighed. "What about you? Are you ready to face everyone?"
"They all know. So that's a bit easier. But all the emotion will come back when they see me in the chair. I'm not quite ready to handle that, but there's nothing I can do, so bring it on." Summer decided. "Freddy, did you ever talk to Marta?"
"Well...kinda."
"What do you mean, kinda?" Zack risked a glance at his friend in the seat next to him.
"I mean I told her you were dating someone, but I never mentioned that it was Summer. Marta thinks that it's just some girl you met at Brown. Which, is technically true, but not as detailed as you probably would have preferred."
Both Zack and Summer sighed. "Oh great."
§ § §
"OK." Summer glanced at the printed out e-mail. "We're early, and Dewey is at the airport dropping Ms. Mullins off. We're supposed to just take the key from under the mat and go into the living room and wait." She informed looking at Dewey's house. "Are we ready for this?"
"As ready as we'll ever be." Zack bent down and got the key.
It wasn't until they were inside in the living room that someone said anything. It was Summer who, upon spotting one of Dewey's guitars, had gone right to it. "I finished that song I was working on in the van."
"That was quick." Freddy blinked.
"I was motivated. You guys wanted to hear it?" Both nodded. "Well, it's called Bittersweet Lies.
"You see me
See me as everything I say or do
Exactly what I see in you
You see me
See me as I present myself
I can't expect nothing else
But what you see is not the truth
Blame it on my flaming youth
Or sugar from the candy booth
But, you know that's not the case
You know behind this pretty face
There is a past you can't erase
I hide behind them
My bittersweet lies
You know me
Know me as told you to
Why wouldn't you
You know me
Know me as the psycho girl
That you want to give a whirl
But what you see is not the truth
Blame it on my flaming youth
Or sugar from the candy booth
But, you know that's not the case
You know behind this pretty face
There is a past you can't erase
I hide behind them
My bittersweet lies
Set up the shield
Hide the wounds that never healed
Just with them
Paint on the look
You don't know what it took
To make them
But what you see is not the truth
Blame it on my flaming youth
Or sugar from the candy booth
But, you know that's not the case
You know behind this pretty face
There is a past you can't erase
I hide behind them
My bittersweet lies"
Freddy and Zack said nothing. They simply clapped. Amongst the midst of applause though, someone did speak. "Tink, when were you gonna tell us you could sing and play guitar like that?"
Summer, Freddy, and Zack looked behind them. It was Dewey.
Ha ha ha. I am truly evil. Oh well.
Random Quote of The Day: "I saw a stationary store move."—Jay London
A Thank You
Harry Potter's Crazed Stalker
kittygal-meow
Miss Mills
crazyknarf
Nanners-77
Swimmerkitti
alfabiteater
rockin awesome x
Sandy-Pandy
manic-panic626
m-fashion