Chapter 2

Dislaimer: I do not own the song featured in this chapter. July for Kings owns it. Once again, I dont own any of the characters in this story or anything from School of Rock.

The day God closed her eyes, my mother says she felt 20 angels come through the window

and helped him to fly, my sisters wept and I stand further from faith, the most beautiful sky turned to gray.

But, Hey, the memories seem real, it's been years since I pray, still insisting that I don't wanna feel like you feel.

I set it all on fire, watched the walls collapse.

I stand alone and tired, and I don't want it back.

But if everyone's a liar, I don't wanna be.

Within this silent choir I want to believe in something.

I wanna believe in something.

Zack knocked on the door. "Hello, Dewey you there?" Dewey had always said that no matter what, any of them were always welcome in his apartment. No answer. Zack twisted the doorknob and opened the door. "Hello?" The hallways were dim leading up to Dewey's apartment. As Zack got closer to the door to the apartment, he heard music, the music of a really talented guitar player, playing acoustic. He assumed it was Dewey so he walked into the apartment.

Inside, the lights were off so it was pretty dark. Still, he heard that guitar. He saw a dim light coming from the windows but in front sitting in a chair was the mysterious guitar player, but it certainly wasn't Dewey. It was a girl. From the dimness, he saw that she was beautiful, with long straight hair. Her back was facing Zack, so he couldn't tell who it was. He could hear her humming a tune quietly with the guitar, with a beautiful voice.

"Hello?" Zack said to the girl, guessing it was probably Katie, since he often saw her there practicing her bass. But he then realized that it was an acoustic guitar, not a bass guitar.

The girl gasped and turned around. "Oh hey Zack."

"SUMMER? I didn't know you could play guitar!"

Summer Hathaway smiled and looked down.

"I've been teaching myself for a while now. But what are you doing here?" she asked.

"Oh....um...I needed to get out of the house," he said quietly.

"Me too," Summer said just as quietly. "Um, you can turn on a light if you want. I like playing in the dark."

"No thats ok," Zack said. "But where's Dewey?"

"He had a date tonight with some chick I've never seen before. But Dewey let me stay and play. He's used to me coming here at this time of night." Summer said.

Wow, was all Zack could think. He had never seen this side of Summer before. Now at this age, Summer was as controlling and as bossy as ever, still being their band manager. She had a bright future, for she applied to one of the best schools in the country, Yale and Zack had no doubt that she'd get in. But, Zack had never seen Summer like this. All almost emotional and vulnerable. He didn't even know she played the guitar. Obviously something under the surface was going on with Summer but Zack wasn't about to pry. Also, he couldn't help to see how beautiful Summer was, with her huge eyes shining, her dark hair gleaming in the moonlight, and her full lips curved in somewhat of a shy smile.

Summer began playing her guitar again, humming a tune. Zack plugged his guitar in and began warming up and too began playing a song.

Zack actually felt at home playing near Summer. Usually, Zack liked to play by himself, giving everything he had. Everyone in the band knew to give Zack his space. Only Freddy Jones, the spazzy drummer, knew somewhat of what was going on with Zack. Everyone else just assumed that Zack was a quiet, mysterious guy.

It grew later and later, until Dewey came home, obviously happy with his date. He stood almost in shock when he saw Summer and Zack together, practicing. Even Dewey knew that Zack was one to practice by himself and not with anyone else outside of band practice.

"Hey Zack Attack! Tinkerbell! How you guys doin'?"

"OK," Summer said.

"Not bad," Zack said.

"I hate to do this to you guys but it's pretty late. Don't you think you kats should get on home?"

"OH NO! I didn't realize how late it was!" Summer exclaimed. She quickly began packing up her guitar. Zack did the same.

"Summer, I'll walk you home. It wouldn't be cool to walk home this late by yourself," Zack said quietly.

"Ok," Summer said. After they exited, Dewey sat down on his couch and processed what had just happened.

What the hell is going on with them???? He thought to himself.