Dear Katie,

Now that I'm writing this I know what you mean about not knowing what to write. I'm just gonna take your tip about writing to a friend. I don't really have any friends. I mean, I have George, of course, but it's not like I can really talk to him that well, he'll usually just snigger, and suggest playing a prank on someone.

I used to have Frankie at one point, but then I guess I kinda grew up, and he didn't. Wait – that's the other way around. He grew up, kinda. He was all about, in his own words 'scoring chicks'. We were about ten then, and he was taking an interest in the groupies. Me, I just saw girls as...well, they didn't register. They were like, just people, who were there, but I didn't take any notice of them. When we formed the band, and I moved on from Frankie, Zack was next.

Hey, why am I telling you this? I guess because I don't think of you as actually getting this, it's like a diary. Only I never had a diary. Anyway, I made friends with Zack, and we got along very well, 'cause we had something in common, I guess. The band. We could talk about who was the better cymbal muter; Lars Ulrich (Metallica) or John Bonham (Led Zep). Then the band split up, etc., and we moved to high school. Where we are now. (A/N: does that help, Swimmerkitti?)

At high school, me and Zack drifted apart. I had no friends, until one day this guy in front of me turns round, goes to me 'Hey, blondie, have you done your homework? Can I see it?' I snapped at that, weeks of having no one talk to me came to a point, and also I hated being called 'blondie,' because it reminded me of the band, and better days.

So I said to him 'No, ginger nut, I haven't done my homework. And I wouldn't give it to a freak like you if I had.' I have nothing against people with red hair, I just couldn't think of anything else to say. I thought the guy was gonna explode, but at the last second, he laughed. 'Hey, blondie, you're quite cool, I gotta say. Welcome to the gang. I'm George.' 'Freddy.' I said, and from then on, we were friends. We don't call each other 'Blondie' or 'Ginger nut' anymore, George tried to but I refused. It reminded me too much of Marta, and what happened before she went away.

Anyway, back to your letter. Ah yes, the bus thing. I'm sorry about that, I really am, but I hate those days of having no friends, and I don't want to go back to them. If I missed an opportunity to be mean to you, then George'd want to know what was up. If I told him I liked you, or thought it was mean to be mean, then it'd be goodbye to me, cool Freddy, and hello to loser Freddy.

Wait, rewind. You like Blink? Blink 182? Do you prefer them before or after they got Travis Barker as drummer? 'Cause I think he made the band so much better.

It's not because George thinks that it looks 'cute' or 'hot' that he has his hair in his eyes, it's because he hates his eyes. He doesn't like the fact that they're green. He thinks they clash with his hair. It's the one thing he really doesn't like, he's tried contacts, and loads of stuff, he really hates them. I know how he feels, though. It's like, I don't think it's 'hot' or 'cute' to mess about in class all the time, but I do it anyway, because I'm dumb. And if I mess about in class, I get sent out, then I don't look dumb when I can't do the work, or answer the questions.

People are more complex than you think, young grasshopper. Hehehe. Sorry about that. This letter is kinda weird, cause I'm writing it as I'm reading yours. So, yeah.

Besides, I still stick to Dewey's teachings! I still play my drums every night! My drums are the most important things in my WORLD!!! I can't believe you thought I might not play anymore! You know that Metallica, The Who, Led Zeppelin, AC/DC, I love all those bands! Why you think this?! I just can't get across how much rock means to me!! It's like, wow! Hey, if you still play your bass, we could jam sometime, you know? Just an idea.

And about me being annoying, well come on, Katie! It's who I am! Look, as a special favor because I like you, I'll be nice to you next time...if you kiss me! Ah yes, you'd never live that down! Seriously though, if I happen to be in a good mood, I might, might, be nice to you. Ok? Now get off my back about that!

Also, just because me and George like have fun at lunch doesn't mean you should hate us for it. It's not our fault you got caught in mashed potato. Although you've got to admit, that must've been pretty funny. And besides, about those cheerleaders? You should've told them where to stick their fake nails and nylon hair extensions! And if they still are being weird, well, just tell 'em that Freddy Jones agrees with you! If they think I'm so hot, and let's face it most cheerleaders do, then they'll hate that!

Just ignore them, anyway, I think you always look really cool. And why would you want to change your name to Kat anyway? Katie's one of my favorite names. Not that I like it that much, or anything. It's not like I like you. Now that would be weird!

And that doesn't sum up your life! Just you in general! Come on, you know I would be nice, but I've got this reputation, I've got an image, I'm Freddy Jones, punk rocker and ice man, nice to no one, likes scoring chicks and getting wasted. It's not who I am. But I hide behind that, and that way I don't get hurt. Whoa. Why did I write that? It must be because of the time of night, it's one a.m., where I'm skinned of acting, and all my real feelings come tumbling out onto paper.

I'm going now, before I let anymore secrets slip! Just uh, just ignore that, ok? I need to practice drumming now, anyway.

From,

Freddy David Jones

Formerly known as Spazzy McGee.

m-fashion: yes, a coupla peeps pointed that out, sorry about that, it is Katie Jonban, but I forgot at the end. I would change it, but it's too fiddly, and I can't really be bothered. Sorry! And yeah, purple hair rolls steady!

S.S.I.: Yes, Freddy does seem pretty mean right now, doesn't he? But I can't let my Freddy be mean without a good reason, and this chapter pretty much explains it.

Nanners-77: Like I said, I wouldn't let my Freddy be mean without a good reason, and I hope this chapter explains it!

bLuEhEaVeN79: Ah, yes. Well, I'm not too sure where it's going, so you'll just have to hop on the back, and come along for the ride to find out!

RockinBassGurl: I'm glad you love it!

Corita-Duval: Wow! You're review rocked! Thank you!

rockin awesome x: My Freddy is not a jerk! pouts He might seem like one, but he's not! Cheerleaders are, though, I have an extensive plot to rid the world of cheerleaders.

Strokes: I'm glad you like! So glad!

Swimmerkitti: Yay! You reviewed! throws party And there's a bit in the fic that should answer your question...

SarahLou: Yeah, that outfit was based on one of my own! And about the Jonban/Brown thing, other people have mentioned that too, and it's Jonban, I just got a bit confused when writing it. Sorry about that!

Emily: My Freddy is not an a-hole! He's mine! But yeah, I can see why he might seem like one. But take it from me, he's not!

pUNK fROG: well, that's a secret that only me and Snoopy know...

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