The Ultimate Freedom
Summary: Your basic Freddy/Katie gig- I couldn't avoid it. Sorry. Their
ultimate goal is to finally be "free" of all of life's big troubles- but
when they fall for each other a new one ads to the stack.
((Woo-hoo! My second fic! I made it! Yeah! Please- review, review, and review! I need all of the advice/other stuff I can't think of I can get! Thanks! Oh yeah, what is Katie's last name? For now it'll be Brown, like Rebecca Brown who plays her...)) Disclaimer: I do not own anyone/anything/any part of this story.
Chapter One: A Little Fresh Air
"Chips?"
"Check."
"Cake?"
"Check."
"Pretzels?"
"Check."
"Muffins?"
"Huh?"
Katie Brown and Summer Hathway ran through the checklist of foods and items they were preparing for a band party. They had recently been interviewed for a record deal- and though they hadn't completely acquired it yet, they were a shoo-in for the deal!
"Just kidding you- we weren't supposed to get muffins!" Katie smiled at a stressing-out Summer. This gained her a scorn look from her best friend.
"Don't do that! You know how much I want this party to be perfect!" Summer stormed, flinging her hands and clipboard up into the air. Katie chuckled.
"Summer. Two words; re-lax!"
"Katie. That's one word."
"I know that! That's not the point. The point is, is that you should not be panicking over party planning. It should be fun. Not stressful."
Summer sighed, "Okay. I'm sorry. Let's just start decorating before the guests get here!"
"Like me?" A familiar voice called through the halls of Katie's house.
"Freddy! You're not supposed to be here for an hour!" Summer began flipping out as the spiky haired boy entered the kitchen. Katie laughed as Freddy gave Summer a worried look.
"Yeah. I always come early- that's when there's still food." He replied as though it happened all the time. Which it did, Katie knew.
"Ugh! Do not touch our food until the party starts! You know what- I quit!" Summer cried, throwing her clipboard onto the table. Katie rolled her eyes.
"Summer. Listen. To. Me. How about you take a chill pill and go outside for some fresh air. Then, when you come back in you have to promise me you will stop freaking out. Okay?" Katie soothed as best as she could. Summer sighed, nodded, and began to pace out of the house.
Katie could see Freddy shake his head in disbelief as he sat down, put his feet on the table, and opened up a bag of lays.
"What's her problem? She acts as though she has permanent PMS..." He asked with a mouthful of the chips.
"She's had a hard day. Now get your lazy ass out of that chair and start setting out food." Katie ordered, handing him a bunch of plastic bowls. He rolled his eyes and poured the rest of the bag into the bowl, while Katie struggled to open a packet of streamers.
"Need help?" Freddy laughed sarcastically.
"No, but thanks for offering." She mumbled finally breaking the plastic, sending rolls of streamers flying. "Ugh!"
"I think you caught Summer's disease." Freddy stated as he finished pouring the snacks into bowls.
"Thanks for the support. At least I'm not some spaz who can't tell time..."
"Who said I can't tell time?"
"I did- when you came here an hour early, you idiot. Now help me string these up around the kitchen!"
He said nothing as he unrolled a blue streamer. Maybe she had caught Summer's disease, Katie thought. She rarely was this bossy- especially while planning parties. But for some reason she always had to feel superior around Freddy- it gave her some kind of satisfaction. The two had had eleven years of argument practice, and six of them had been backed up by the band bicker. But they never tired of it. She wondered why he wasn't arguing back with her now.
Her thoughts were broken when she saw that Freddy had flung the streamers across the kitchen in a tee-peeing fashion- not what she and Summer had planned whatsoever.
"What did you do?!" She cried.
Freddy shrugged, "You were right there. You could have stopped me. I think it ads that whole 'rockin' out' cliché touch, don't you think?" He smirked. That was when Summer walked back into the room that now looked like a spider web of streamers.
"ACK!" Summer's face began to turn red. "Fred-dy!!!!!!!"
"Uh-oh..." Freddy winced as she began to tell him off with the power of all planets aligned. While she bantered, Freddy whispered to Katie, "So
much for that promise to remain calm..."
((Woo-hoo! My second fic! I made it! Yeah! Please- review, review, and review! I need all of the advice/other stuff I can't think of I can get! Thanks! Oh yeah, what is Katie's last name? For now it'll be Brown, like Rebecca Brown who plays her...)) Disclaimer: I do not own anyone/anything/any part of this story.
Chapter One: A Little Fresh Air
"Chips?"
"Check."
"Cake?"
"Check."
"Pretzels?"
"Check."
"Muffins?"
"Huh?"
Katie Brown and Summer Hathway ran through the checklist of foods and items they were preparing for a band party. They had recently been interviewed for a record deal- and though they hadn't completely acquired it yet, they were a shoo-in for the deal!
"Just kidding you- we weren't supposed to get muffins!" Katie smiled at a stressing-out Summer. This gained her a scorn look from her best friend.
"Don't do that! You know how much I want this party to be perfect!" Summer stormed, flinging her hands and clipboard up into the air. Katie chuckled.
"Summer. Two words; re-lax!"
"Katie. That's one word."
"I know that! That's not the point. The point is, is that you should not be panicking over party planning. It should be fun. Not stressful."
Summer sighed, "Okay. I'm sorry. Let's just start decorating before the guests get here!"
"Like me?" A familiar voice called through the halls of Katie's house.
"Freddy! You're not supposed to be here for an hour!" Summer began flipping out as the spiky haired boy entered the kitchen. Katie laughed as Freddy gave Summer a worried look.
"Yeah. I always come early- that's when there's still food." He replied as though it happened all the time. Which it did, Katie knew.
"Ugh! Do not touch our food until the party starts! You know what- I quit!" Summer cried, throwing her clipboard onto the table. Katie rolled her eyes.
"Summer. Listen. To. Me. How about you take a chill pill and go outside for some fresh air. Then, when you come back in you have to promise me you will stop freaking out. Okay?" Katie soothed as best as she could. Summer sighed, nodded, and began to pace out of the house.
Katie could see Freddy shake his head in disbelief as he sat down, put his feet on the table, and opened up a bag of lays.
"What's her problem? She acts as though she has permanent PMS..." He asked with a mouthful of the chips.
"She's had a hard day. Now get your lazy ass out of that chair and start setting out food." Katie ordered, handing him a bunch of plastic bowls. He rolled his eyes and poured the rest of the bag into the bowl, while Katie struggled to open a packet of streamers.
"Need help?" Freddy laughed sarcastically.
"No, but thanks for offering." She mumbled finally breaking the plastic, sending rolls of streamers flying. "Ugh!"
"I think you caught Summer's disease." Freddy stated as he finished pouring the snacks into bowls.
"Thanks for the support. At least I'm not some spaz who can't tell time..."
"Who said I can't tell time?"
"I did- when you came here an hour early, you idiot. Now help me string these up around the kitchen!"
He said nothing as he unrolled a blue streamer. Maybe she had caught Summer's disease, Katie thought. She rarely was this bossy- especially while planning parties. But for some reason she always had to feel superior around Freddy- it gave her some kind of satisfaction. The two had had eleven years of argument practice, and six of them had been backed up by the band bicker. But they never tired of it. She wondered why he wasn't arguing back with her now.
Her thoughts were broken when she saw that Freddy had flung the streamers across the kitchen in a tee-peeing fashion- not what she and Summer had planned whatsoever.
"What did you do?!" She cried.
Freddy shrugged, "You were right there. You could have stopped me. I think it ads that whole 'rockin' out' cliché touch, don't you think?" He smirked. That was when Summer walked back into the room that now looked like a spider web of streamers.
"ACK!" Summer's face began to turn red. "Fred-dy!!!!!!!"
"Uh-oh..." Freddy winced as she began to tell him off with the power of all planets aligned. While she bantered, Freddy whispered to Katie, "So
much for that promise to remain calm..."