I woke up around the next day to find that Freddy moved some of his stuff out of his room. I walked in to the kitchen for some coffee to find a note stuck to the fridge.

Jules,

As you've noticed, I moved out most of my stuff. I'll be back around two to pick up the rest. Call my cell if you need to talk. If I don't get a chance to see you before I go, I call you at your mom's. We really need to talk and I don't want this to be the end of us.

Freddy.

I left the note there and went into my room to get changed. I didn't want to be here when Freddy came back. I couldn't face him. So I left. I went to the mall and bought things I really didn't want or need. If I hated it, I would buy it just for the sake of buying it. I went to the movies and picked to see the longest one there. Twice. I got back home around seven. All of Freddy's stuff was gone. I went back to the kitchen to find a new message the was left underneath the previous one.

Hoping you would still be here so we could talk. I'll call.

F.

And he did. Many times at my mom's but, I never called back. Katie and Zack came for a couple of weeks to help me out with mom. I hadn't seen Freddy in a while but Katie did three months later.

On TV.

I was in mom's room when Katie called me frantically. She was on the couch with Zack and pointed to the TV. The three of us stared wide-eyed.

It was Freddy alright. But yet it wasn't.

It was some guy called...Zander, lead singer of Spawn. He was in a black leather body suit. His hair was long, black and styled in a way that I never thought could be possible. His face was white and wore black eye liner and lipstick. He was a spitting image of Edward Scissorhands.

It was an entertainment special and they had done a segment on Spawn, a shock-the-media band promoting things like devil worship. Zander's likes were sleeping in a coffin and seducing young boys and his dislikes were organized religion and Britney Spears. He also was the latest pin-up boy for the homosexual community and then showed him with an A-list actor shoving his tongue down his throat.

That's when all our jaws fell to the floor. Then it came to me.

Was Freddy gay? Was that the problem he had that just couldn't be explained? Was that why he threw me off of him? Is that why he ignored all those girls in high school and let Billy design his clothes? But there were all those girls at the house. Was he making sure if he was gay or not?

It didn't make any sense. Hell, it probably didn't make any to him at the time. But did this mean he was sure now? And maybe he was finally sure that night in his room. Oh my God!

It made sense now. Atleast I think it did. I mean I just couldn't call him now after three months and say, "So Freddy, your not into chicks?" Oh well. It was in the open now.

I turned off the T.V. and couldn't believe anything I had just saw in the the past fifteen minutes. That guy on the T.V. was not the Freddy I knew, whether that stuff was true or just a tabloid hoax. He had a new life and if that's what made him happy, so be it. Freddy no longer exsisted to me.

"Well, that explains a whole lot." Said Katie. Zack just sat there and finally said something.

"I used to undress infront of him. Umm...do you think this thing had anything to do with me? Cause uh... when he would feel insecure, I would tell him that he was a real good-looking guy...oh god. "


For those of you worrying, its not gonna be turned into a slash fic. i'm not into that stuff. i'll update as soon as I see those reviews begging me to put up another chapter.