Thanks to those who reviewed. I had to put a the story again because of a chapter mix up. So enjoy this chapter. there's plenty more. And to those two that reviewed, i'm glad you're enjoying it and believe me, I've read so many mary-sues on SOR category that it's got out of my system. just warn me if I end up going in that direction. thanks again. NOW onto the story!


"Out of all the people in the entire world! All the rapists, murders, cult members, schizophrenics, and, kleptomaniacs would have been a better choice!!! But NO!! YOU CHOOSE THE GRAND DADDY OF THEM ALL!!! YOU PICKED HIM! YOU PICKED FREDDY JONES!! ARE YOU SERIOUS?!"

Katie and I were in the kitchen trying not to let Freddy hear anything while he looked around the house. "He really needed a place to stay. The guys at his frat house kicked him out and then he tried to ask Zack if he could come with us and Zack bought a small place. Then I told them you were looking for a room mate and both of them were so happy, especially Zack." She was totally bull shitting me. Deep down she didn't want to deal with Freddy so, I guess the other choice was for me to deal with him. In the end I eventually said yes to her. We went into the living room to find Freddy standing out on the balcony facing the ocean. I took this chance to get a real good look at him. I haven't seen the guy in months and though we were nineteen he still looked the same. Of course he was taller and more built, but I felt like I was looking at the 13-year-old in Dewey's apartment. He looked at me. Oh no. He's giving me the puppy eyes. Damn Bastard.

"So can I stay?" No. Stay strong! You know, it's not too late to turn him down. Sigh. "Yea, you can stay."

"Awesome! Thanks so much Jules! Trust me I'm not as annoying as I used to be! So,can I bring my stuff in now?"

That night he moved in and that "stuff" included his drum set, and the two latest instruments that he had learn to master over the years: a guitar and piano. A baby grand piano. That I had to push in through the door.

For the first couple weeks, I found it difficult to get used to the fact that Freddy was living with me. He would try to start conversation once in awhile but I would always end it short. I realized I knew him for many years and we've never engaged in full conversation. Not once. Sure there were little comments here, small remarks there but nothing I would call interesting. One night there had been a terrible hurricane. We couldn't watch TV, the roads were flooded, and finally all the power had gone out. I couldn't go out to the balcony to paint and Freddy wasn't able to go to the garage to play his drums since it was flooded. We sat in the living room bored out of our minds, doing nothing besides staring at the candles, the walls, and sometimes, eachother.

So bored that we started to talk about how bored we were and what we would be doing if we weren't stuck inside. We would comment on each other's ideas; some were brilliant while others were just plain stupid. Then we got on the subject of stupid things we've done and I wasn't surprised by most of Freddy's: setting things on fire, eating an 8 day old sandwich that he found under Zack's bed, getting so drunk with some of the guys, that he pissed on a slide back at Horace Green, letting Billy give him a hair cut and the list just kept going.

"Well, what about you? What have you done? " Freddy asked.

"Umm...nothing really, not like you."

"Common! I know you have."

"No actually, I haven't."

"You're such a liar! Look I'm not gonna judge you on the idiotic things you have done. We all do dumb things. So common now, let it all out!"

So I told him about the time Katie and I went to this concert over the summer. We were given backstage passes and met the band. The two of us had a bit much too drink, especially me. So we asked for their autographs but then I realized I didn't have anything to give them and that night I had with me underwear that said: I Got Backstage!

"And I asked them to sign it."

"SO, you gave them your underwear to sign. They weren't freaked out by holding it?"

"They didn't hold it, I pulled my pants down and they signed it there and then." Freddy's jaw dropped and a nervous laugh came out.

"Oh that's not the end of the story. They were so impressed that they invited us to hang out with them and that night we went to a gay bar, a strip club, and a tattoo shop. I got a tattoo that night."

"Ha! Are you serious?! Wow! What did you get? "

"Oh, just a stupid heart with flames coming out, nothing outrageous. I was drunk. If I was sober, I would've gotten something more subtle."

"Umm...can I see it? "

"No."

"WHY NOT?!"

"Because it is in a place that is covered all the time." I simply stated. I smiled at Freddy's reaction. He was surprised and slightly intrigued. "Fine...so what you do at the strip club and gay bar?"

"Ha! Now that's something I will not share with you."

The entire night we talked about everything and anything: movies, cartoons, the weather, what we wanted to achieve in life, things we've already accomplished, the latest Britney scandal in the tabloids. I saw a different side of Freddy Jones that night, a slightly matured Freddy. As much as I didn't want to admit it, he was growing on me. And that wasn't a bad thing.