xX... I have way to much time... I keep on writing and writing and writing. So
anyway, this story was nominated for Best Dramatic Story in the short lived
FanFiction awards. I went on a huge campaign for votes. I feel like a
politician. It's weird. Anyways, I usually don't like to add people that
were not originally in the movie, but I was so stumped on the Freddy
scenario I decided that I had too. Don't worry; this person won't have much
part! ...xX
When we last left off from this enchanting story Frederick Jones was dangerously high in Grand Central Station
"Ohhhhh..." Freddy's voice trailed off as he dragged on his sixth joint. His hair was messy and sticky, his face pale, his clothes shabby and dirty. He was leaned up against the wall towards the end of track 17. He heard footsteps, but this was usual. He had been high for quite some time now. Trains come and go. Freddy wasn't thinking this, of course. He was thinking something more on the lines of, "Have I ever noticed that if you take cheese and dip it in broccoli you would get... cheesybrocoli. Funny word..." A set of footsteps got closer and closer. Freddy paid no attention to them. In fact, he pulled a beanie over his eyes and rolled around. "fun, fun, fun..." Freddy whistled to himself.
"Excuse me... Excuse me... Excuse me, sir?" A small voice piped up, startling Freddy. Caught off guard, Freddy jumped up.
"What, no! How? When! Why? Call the fucking police!" He stopped, his jaw flew open. He was standing in front of the most gorgeous women he had ever seen. Long, curly brown hair. Tight jeans and an orange shirt with a UCLA sweatshirt. Rosy lipstick, no make-up. Still she looked stunning. She was wearing Adidas Spezial's, brown and yellow.
"Who the fuck are you? I didn't know they made guardian angels so gorgeous,
Freddy stammered, tripping as he approached the women. She slapped him with a disgusted look on her face.
"My name is Amanda Wilx, I'm a worker at the New York Drug Prevention Squad," She said with some matter of importance in her voice.
"I like hot cops," Freddy managed a high smile.
"You are SO high, it's not even funny. You need help. Get up and come with me," Amanda helped Freddy walk out of the station and she lead him to a tall, normal looking glass/steel building. Freddy paid no attention where she was leading him. He kept looking at her.
They went into the elevator and up to the 10th floor. The tenth floor was filled with cubicles and the smell of coffee wafted through the whole area. It was loud, very loud. Everyone was shouting across the room. Amanda led him to a small cubicle.
"Yo, Frank, look at this one," Amanda said to Frank, a large black man.
"He's gotta be a grade 4," Frank stared at Freddy in awe.
"I'm even better in bed," Freddy smiled, nudging Amanda.
"Get him out of here," Amanda rolled her eyes, annoyed.
Frank led a giddy Freddy out to a dark room. Freddy found a hot pot of coffee in the room and a soft bed. Suddenly exhausted, Freddy collapsed on the bed. Falling fast asleep.
$Marta$
God, everything has to go perfect. Gordon has even agreed to give up his prom and go to mine with me. I'm so excited, what a gentleman. Tonight is gonna be perfect. Mom and Dad are babysitting Brandon, he's a feisty one, he is. I've got an amazing outfit. Nothing to formal. Gordon and I decided not to dress up, what a friggin waste. I'm wearing a dark blue tank top and some soft brown cargo pant type things. They are so cute. My hair is down; I'm almost back to my old weight. That baby put a lot of weight on me. But I'm almost back to normal. I'm almost... ME... again. This summer we are going to New York City for some thing regarding Dewey. I still can't believe what he did to us. We're bringing Brandon. I can't wait to see Marco. And Katie and Zack and Freddy and Eleni. Eleni made sure I looked HOT for my first date. Especially her. I'm almost ready... Almost... Almost. OH FUCK! There's the doorbell. GORDON! Oh god. Mom and Dad better know how to feed Brandon and all that other stuff. I'm going to my prom! I'm a mom at my prom. This is so scary...
--Tomika—
EVERYONE GET READY FOR ME! My CD is released next week. I'm so excited! Can't wait! It's a self titled album. It's me singing some standards. It's awesome. Leonard came by yesterday. He said he heard about my CD and since it was coming out he felt sorry and wanted to take me back. Excuse me? Take ME back. I'm not your property bastard. He just wants to share my glory if I get famous, what a fucking asshole. I kicked him out of the apartment. I'm independent now.
......................................................
Laura Jones sat at the scraggly table in her kitchen. She moaned and sipped her tea. Why did everything suddenly have to go wrong? Why did Freddy leave me? I'm his mother, I'd kill for him. Laura hadn't changed for a week. She hadn't groomed herself for longer. She had been living off toast and jam and tea. He hair was a mess. Silent, she spilled the hot tea on herself.
"Oh fuck!" she yelled, pushing the chair she was sitting on away and jumping up from the table. The hot liquid everywhere. She clutched her hot, burning body.
"Oh fuck you! Fuck you Frederick Jones! I fucking hate my son! I fucking hate you! Go to fucking hell!" Laura broke down crying, she couldn't walk straight and tears came chocking out. She wobbled to the door and pushed it open. Sobbing, she wobbled half ran down the hill and to Peaks Bluff.
"Fuck you Freddy, fuck you for making me do this," she whispered. She closed her eyes and fell...
......................................................
Freddy Jones bolted upright. His palms were sweaty. He could remember nothing, where to hell was he? Than he remember. HOME. He had to get home, he had forgotten about moms' mental weakness. He got up, the world was swirling around him, fitfully, and he made his way to the door and opened it. He was immediately exposed to the light. From the light bulbs.
"He emerges," a voice called out, everyone in the vicinity laughed. Freddy looked at himself in the glass. He was a mess. His hair was everywhere, clothes dirty and torn, eyes: deadpan. He looked dead. He felt dead. The only thing that kept him from going back into the room was the image of Mom the day dad left. The voice was Amanda's.
"Shut the fuck up, you have no idea what the hell I've been through, bitch." Freddy whispered loud enough so people could hear. The room fell silent. Freddy stared at Amanda.
Amanda blinked back tears, smiled at Freddy, at went back to the filing cabinet, which she suddenly found very interesting.
"Come to lunch with me, I need your advice," Freddy's voice whispered behind her. She felt a cold hand on her shoulder. She looked up, Freddy was a mess.
"Fine, geez, fine," Amanda brushed Freddy off her shoulder and shut the filing cabinet, "Let's go," they walked out the door...
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#Eleni#
I HATE EUAN. He's such a prick! One day he loves me, the next he dumps me, for some visiting American slut named Michelle Green. If I ever get my hands on that bitch. I hate Americans. I can't believe I was once on of them. tear everyone: CRY FOR ME! NOW! On the plus side, I got invited to this really exclusive party in America, this guy named Dewey Finn is holding a cool party. I LOVE PARTIES! I just have to get a date now...
xX... sorry, that chapter, everything moved really fast. So, hope you liked it, a little. ...xX
When we last left off from this enchanting story Frederick Jones was dangerously high in Grand Central Station
"Ohhhhh..." Freddy's voice trailed off as he dragged on his sixth joint. His hair was messy and sticky, his face pale, his clothes shabby and dirty. He was leaned up against the wall towards the end of track 17. He heard footsteps, but this was usual. He had been high for quite some time now. Trains come and go. Freddy wasn't thinking this, of course. He was thinking something more on the lines of, "Have I ever noticed that if you take cheese and dip it in broccoli you would get... cheesybrocoli. Funny word..." A set of footsteps got closer and closer. Freddy paid no attention to them. In fact, he pulled a beanie over his eyes and rolled around. "fun, fun, fun..." Freddy whistled to himself.
"Excuse me... Excuse me... Excuse me, sir?" A small voice piped up, startling Freddy. Caught off guard, Freddy jumped up.
"What, no! How? When! Why? Call the fucking police!" He stopped, his jaw flew open. He was standing in front of the most gorgeous women he had ever seen. Long, curly brown hair. Tight jeans and an orange shirt with a UCLA sweatshirt. Rosy lipstick, no make-up. Still she looked stunning. She was wearing Adidas Spezial's, brown and yellow.
"Who the fuck are you? I didn't know they made guardian angels so gorgeous,
Freddy stammered, tripping as he approached the women. She slapped him with a disgusted look on her face.
"My name is Amanda Wilx, I'm a worker at the New York Drug Prevention Squad," She said with some matter of importance in her voice.
"I like hot cops," Freddy managed a high smile.
"You are SO high, it's not even funny. You need help. Get up and come with me," Amanda helped Freddy walk out of the station and she lead him to a tall, normal looking glass/steel building. Freddy paid no attention where she was leading him. He kept looking at her.
They went into the elevator and up to the 10th floor. The tenth floor was filled with cubicles and the smell of coffee wafted through the whole area. It was loud, very loud. Everyone was shouting across the room. Amanda led him to a small cubicle.
"Yo, Frank, look at this one," Amanda said to Frank, a large black man.
"He's gotta be a grade 4," Frank stared at Freddy in awe.
"I'm even better in bed," Freddy smiled, nudging Amanda.
"Get him out of here," Amanda rolled her eyes, annoyed.
Frank led a giddy Freddy out to a dark room. Freddy found a hot pot of coffee in the room and a soft bed. Suddenly exhausted, Freddy collapsed on the bed. Falling fast asleep.
$Marta$
God, everything has to go perfect. Gordon has even agreed to give up his prom and go to mine with me. I'm so excited, what a gentleman. Tonight is gonna be perfect. Mom and Dad are babysitting Brandon, he's a feisty one, he is. I've got an amazing outfit. Nothing to formal. Gordon and I decided not to dress up, what a friggin waste. I'm wearing a dark blue tank top and some soft brown cargo pant type things. They are so cute. My hair is down; I'm almost back to my old weight. That baby put a lot of weight on me. But I'm almost back to normal. I'm almost... ME... again. This summer we are going to New York City for some thing regarding Dewey. I still can't believe what he did to us. We're bringing Brandon. I can't wait to see Marco. And Katie and Zack and Freddy and Eleni. Eleni made sure I looked HOT for my first date. Especially her. I'm almost ready... Almost... Almost. OH FUCK! There's the doorbell. GORDON! Oh god. Mom and Dad better know how to feed Brandon and all that other stuff. I'm going to my prom! I'm a mom at my prom. This is so scary...
--Tomika—
EVERYONE GET READY FOR ME! My CD is released next week. I'm so excited! Can't wait! It's a self titled album. It's me singing some standards. It's awesome. Leonard came by yesterday. He said he heard about my CD and since it was coming out he felt sorry and wanted to take me back. Excuse me? Take ME back. I'm not your property bastard. He just wants to share my glory if I get famous, what a fucking asshole. I kicked him out of the apartment. I'm independent now.
......................................................
Laura Jones sat at the scraggly table in her kitchen. She moaned and sipped her tea. Why did everything suddenly have to go wrong? Why did Freddy leave me? I'm his mother, I'd kill for him. Laura hadn't changed for a week. She hadn't groomed herself for longer. She had been living off toast and jam and tea. He hair was a mess. Silent, she spilled the hot tea on herself.
"Oh fuck!" she yelled, pushing the chair she was sitting on away and jumping up from the table. The hot liquid everywhere. She clutched her hot, burning body.
"Oh fuck you! Fuck you Frederick Jones! I fucking hate my son! I fucking hate you! Go to fucking hell!" Laura broke down crying, she couldn't walk straight and tears came chocking out. She wobbled to the door and pushed it open. Sobbing, she wobbled half ran down the hill and to Peaks Bluff.
"Fuck you Freddy, fuck you for making me do this," she whispered. She closed her eyes and fell...
......................................................
Freddy Jones bolted upright. His palms were sweaty. He could remember nothing, where to hell was he? Than he remember. HOME. He had to get home, he had forgotten about moms' mental weakness. He got up, the world was swirling around him, fitfully, and he made his way to the door and opened it. He was immediately exposed to the light. From the light bulbs.
"He emerges," a voice called out, everyone in the vicinity laughed. Freddy looked at himself in the glass. He was a mess. His hair was everywhere, clothes dirty and torn, eyes: deadpan. He looked dead. He felt dead. The only thing that kept him from going back into the room was the image of Mom the day dad left. The voice was Amanda's.
"Shut the fuck up, you have no idea what the hell I've been through, bitch." Freddy whispered loud enough so people could hear. The room fell silent. Freddy stared at Amanda.
Amanda blinked back tears, smiled at Freddy, at went back to the filing cabinet, which she suddenly found very interesting.
"Come to lunch with me, I need your advice," Freddy's voice whispered behind her. She felt a cold hand on her shoulder. She looked up, Freddy was a mess.
"Fine, geez, fine," Amanda brushed Freddy off her shoulder and shut the filing cabinet, "Let's go," they walked out the door...
..........................................................
#Eleni#
I HATE EUAN. He's such a prick! One day he loves me, the next he dumps me, for some visiting American slut named Michelle Green. If I ever get my hands on that bitch. I hate Americans. I can't believe I was once on of them. tear everyone: CRY FOR ME! NOW! On the plus side, I got invited to this really exclusive party in America, this guy named Dewey Finn is holding a cool party. I LOVE PARTIES! I just have to get a date now...
xX... sorry, that chapter, everything moved really fast. So, hope you liked it, a little. ...xX