xX... So, this is what I had to write that I was to lazy to write yesterday plus some new stuff. FIRST: the new stuff!. Oh a shout out to: !, there is no way on earth that this is going to be a Katie/Freddy fic. I've already done so many chapters setting everything up, and plus, I think this might... surprise you a little... ON WITH THE SHOW! Email me at any time, any one: ...xX
FUCK 911! Jesus Christ! Pick up!
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Zack's cell phone flickered and died. Katie was crying more than she was in pain. Left with not much time and no options, Zack picked up Katie and set her down gently in his car. Getting inside, Zack turned on the ignition. Sweat dripping down his face, staining his shirt with a mixture of salty teardrops and tough sweat.
:VROOOM! VROOOM!:
Zack's car sped off, down the lone, one lane highway he went. Faster and Faster...
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(A/N: I can't find the symbols to symbolize the start of Summers' POV so I'm making one up!)
,Summer,
Oh god... What a night... Crazy alcohol induced night. Freaky, crazy alcohol induced night with a once gay man. I need lots of liquor to put that one down...
Billy told me I was too drunk to go home by myself. F him! I can take care of myself. So hear I am, wailing along to Liz Phair. She's hot... Woah, what's wrong with me... I must be drunker than I thought.
I hate one way freeways. The get on my nerves. No room for swerving, just one way going there and one way going to the other there. It's nice and dark on this road. Light bugs me, it makes me see spots. I'm so thirsty...
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Ohh, that was great. I nice swig of Smirinoff Ice. YUUUUM.
Oh fuck! LIGHT! Those damn spots. They're getting on my nerves. The light just keeps getting closer and closer...
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!#Zack!#
Man I'm freaking tired. The only thing that keeps me awake is Katie screaming. We're almost there... Almost... Almost...
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RRRRR...SCREEEEEECH...CRASH...
Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire... And a black car, with a drunk girl drives on, she drives on as a red Honda burns, it burns... and burns... and burns...
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"Right, he's good," Amanda looked up at a much better looking Freddy as she signed a slip on the desk of her office,
"Ok, you're good to go, bye," Amanda looked longingly at Freddy.
Freddy blinked and took the slip from her hand.
"I had a nice time with you, over the past couple of weeks. But I think my mom'll be pretty worried 'bout me. I don't think I'll see you again, bye, its been real," Freddy laughed, kissing Amanda one more time before he headed out the door of the same glass building and out into the streets. He breathed in deep and exhaled, heading to Grand Central Station.
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"Welcome all passengers to Algunquit Maine, please enjoy your stay and we hope to see you on a future Amtrak train soon!"
The voice of the driver of the dirty, musty train boomed over the speaker as they stopped at the end of the line. Six people quietly shuffled off the train. Including Frederick Jones. Pulling his hooded sweatshirt closer to him as he walked out of the train and into the city limits of tiny Algunquit. Quickly, he ran towards his home.
"MOM! MOM! LAURA!" Freddy called as he approached the house. There were no lights. The door was unlocked, Freddy tiptoed in.
"MOM! SORRY! I'M HOME!" He called up the stairs. Nothing. He walked back into the kitchen and looked around. No traces of a note. Looking out the glass back doors he saw yellow police tape surrounding bluff that led off the cliff. Heading out Freddy examined the strange police tape. There was an official police document taped to the tape. Written in big letters on the form was: SUICIDE CASE. It was stamped on the sheet. Freddy ran to the police station...
xX... that's it for now, I gotta go! Bye! ...xX