A/N I must warn you. I started writing this at about 1:30am. I'm not sure where the story will go, but I hope you have a good laugh. So, carry on! LOL.

"Ow!" Kaylin cried. "Ow! Stop hitting me, Freddy!"

"I'm not, stupid," Freddy snickered. "Your hand must be numb 'cause you're hitting yourself."

Kaylin looked down at her hand and said, "Oh." She began shaking it and gave Freddy a sheepish smile. Freddy laughed.

"Play me a song on the drums," Kaylin demanded. "Please!"

"No!" Freddy argued. "I'm tired! I want to go to bed."

"Wuss," Kaylin pouted. "Well, either you play, or I will."

"Oh, God," Freddy said in mock horror. "I'll play!"

"I'm not that bad," Kaylin said defensively. "Maybe if my teacher was better..."

"Do you want me to play, or not?" Freddy grinned, placing his hands on his knees as he took a seat at his drum set.

"Yes! Play!" Kaylin said eagerly, making the motion that she zipped up her mouth. Freddy nodded, obviously satisfied, and bit his lip as he began drumming to an AC/DC song. As he finished, Kaylin burst out laughing. Freddy looked taken aback. He quickly composed himself and glared at his best friend.

"What?" He snapped.

"You should have seen your face!" Kaylin squealed in delight. "It was like-." And she made a face that could not have been any more different than Freddy's face.

"No I didn't!" Freddy protested, throwing a drum stick at her. He immediately ran over, picked up the stick, and checked for damage.

"Freak," Kaylin smirked.

"Moron," Freddy shot back. He yawned and stretched his hands above his head. "Bedtime." Kaylin pouted, but Freddy didn't cave.

"Party-pooper," Kaylin said quietly, placing her pillow at the end of her sleeping bag.

"It's my party, so I'll poop if I want to!" Freddy sang.

"OK, one, this isn't a party. Two, those aren't the words. And three, what did I tell you about singing in places other than the shower?" Kaylin joked.

"Shut up and go to bed," Freddy sighed, crawling into his bed.

"I'm not feeling the love," Kaylin whispered as Freddy turned out the light.

"I'm sure someone loves you," Freddy yawned.

"But I don't want anyone's lovin'," Kaylin giggled. She got up and jumped on top of Freddy. "I want Freddy lovin'!"

"Kaylin!" Freddy whined. "Leave me alone!"

"Tell me you love me!" Kaylin giggled. She embraced him in a hug. "Tell-me-you-love-me!" Freddy groaned.

"I love you! Now go away!" Freddy said, pulling the covers over his head.

"I love you too!" Kaylin squealed, hugging him tighter.

"You're truly impossible," Freddy said in a resigned voice. Kaylin finally hopped off and made herself look impressive.

"I try," she said, putting her hands on her hips and looking to the side like a model. Her only reply was Freddy's snores. She groaned and plopped down onto the floor. She crawled into her sleeping bag and was surprised to find herself so tired.

A week had past and Kaylin was in her own house just next door from Freddy. She was at her desk, doing some midnight homework she had forgotten to do.

"Who in the world is Andrew Jackson?" Kaylin whispered. She looked at her almost blank Social Studies essay as if it would magically marquee across it. When nothing happened, Kaylin groaned. "Who needs history anyway? It's in the past. Keep it in the past. That's why it's history. If we keep learning about it and talking about it, it's partially present, and there is no class called Present." Once she was done babbling, she threw down her pencil and walked to the shelf under her window for her social studies book. She took a quick glance out her window and the looked down at her shelf. Her head immediately snapped back up, causing her neck to snap. She ignored it. Freddy was crawling down the side of his house.

Kaylin, who had completely forgotten about her homework, ran as quietly as she could out her room, down the stairs, and out of the house. She looked around. She spotted Freddy's blonde head about twenty feet from her home. She jogged over to him.

"What are you doing?" Kaylin asked, eyeing his black backpack.

"DAMN!" Freddy shouted. He was extremely pale and he was breathing rather fast. "Don't do that!" He said a lot quieter.

"What are you doing?" Kaylin repeated.

"Going...to grandma's," Freddy said.

"She lives in France," Kaylin said knowingly.

"My other one," Freddy said quickly.

"She's dead," Kaylin said, crossing her arms. "Freddy Samuel Jones. I've known you for twelve and a half years. We're fourteen, Freddy. That's, like...a long time. You can't lie to me."

Freddy looked at me for a few minutes, and then sighed. "Fine," he said. "You know how I've been acting up in school lately?"

"Of course," Kaylin smirked. "You keep Algebra entertaining."

"Yeah, well. You know how I've always wanted to go to Australia?" Freddy asked. Kaylin's mouth fell open.

"You're going to Australia?" She asked.

"No, stupid," Freddy said. "Well, I gut Australia out of the map in History for my wall." Kaylin nodded. Freddy had a bulletin board in his closet of all his hopes and dreams. "Well, Ms. Ugly caught me. Mom and Dad seem to think I've gone to far. Vandalism," he almost spat the word. "So, they decided to send me to Military camp."

"What?!" Kaylin gasped. "No...they can't!"

"So, I'm running away," he finished, tugging on his skateboard. Kaylin studied him for a minute.

"OK. Give me a second," Kaylin said, holding up a finger.

"What? Why?" Freddy asked.

"I've coming with you," Kaylin said as if it couldn't be more obvious.

"No, I only brought enough money for me," Freddy tried.

"I've got money," Kaylin shrugged. When Freddy made to protest, Kaylin said, "Freddy. We've done everything together except for that band. You're not getting rid of me. So, the sooner I'm done, the more time we have to get away before people realize we're gone." And within seconds, she was upstairs packing a duffel bag. She left a note for her family, grabbed all the money in her room, and was silently walking out her front door. She looked around at the empty street. Her heart sank. Did Freddy ditch her?

"Kaylin!" Freddy whispered. "Come on!" Kaylin looked over and saw Freddy on his front porch. She skipped down the stairs and met Freddy halfway between their houses. "Alright. Let's go."