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Reviews will be on the next chapter, as I don't have time right now. Sorry. Freddy may be a little out of character in this one, but who cares?
"Hello? No! No, you cannot speak to (You) until you tell me who you are! No! You what-?! If I ever meet you, sicko, I'm gonna-" Freddy began to describe a series of horrible and disgusting tortures, ending with "And then I'm gonna take what's left to the police, got that?" He listened to whoever was on the phone, and his expression changed to revulsion. He slammed the phone down.
"(You)? I think you got yourself a stalker." Everything goes black before your eyes. All you can see is swirling shapes, occasionally moving closer and laughing at you.
"N-no...not again...stay, stay away! I'm not...no..."
"(You)! (You), wake up!" You slowly open your eyes, to see a hazy figure standing over you. "No! Jack, stay away...away..." You slowly focus, and Freddy comes into view.
"(You)? I think you have some explaining to do."
"No!" You protest, shaking your head. "It was just a nightmare. In the day. It just... came back to me." He looks at you, disbelievingly.
"And the phone call?"
"It was...a friend. Yeah, a friend. From where I used to live. Well, not a friend, but an ex..." You trail off as it becomes clear he's not buying it. "Look, if you're so worried then why don't you stay the night?"
"What, like-?"
"Is that all you think about, Jones?"
"Pretty much!" he grins, and you punch him, playfully.
"Look, we can sleep in the music room. It has plenty of room, and it's upstairs. Is that ok?" He nods, and you both head upstairs. Later, when you're both lying down, and watching a movie (The Aristocats) he asks you something.
"Won't your parents go mad if they find us like, together?"
"No, they won't be back for about a week, they're at this business conference. Well, my dad is, and my mom went along. So, they'll be back about a week tomorrow." He sits up in shock.
"Your parents are leaving you alone for a week?"
"Yeah, it's not like your parents have never done that." You say, raising yourself up on an elbow to look at him.
"I know, but you're a...a..."
"Go on, Jones, say it!" you challenge him. He has the decency to look embarrassed.
"You're a girl." He mumbles.
"Typical!" You flop back down. "So what if I'm a girl? I can take care of myself!"
"I never said that! Look, why don't you come to my house? My parent's won't be in, and this 'ex' doesn't know where my house is. Please?"
"You're so sexist, aren't you?"
"I'm not!"
"Well, how come I can't stay on my own? I'm not scared, you know!"
"No, but I am!" You look at him.
"What?"
"I'm scared you're going to get hurt." He says, quietly. You laugh.
"Look. I'm an expert in nearly every martial art there is. I have 911 on speed-dial. And Zack lives practically next door."
"Yes, but martial arts are no good if you're tied up. The same goes for a phone. And Zack is at his aunt's for the week."
"I don't care! I'm staying here! Give me one good reason why I should come with you."
"For me."
"What?" Have you heard him right? He takes your hand, and looks into your eyes.
"I love you, (You). I always have." You just stare at him, you can't believe this is happening.
"No." you say. "No! This is just another joke, isn't it?"
"No, it's not! Please, believe me."
"Maybe." You say, half-convinced.
"Look, I wrote you a poem." He digs a crumpled piece of paper out of his back pocket, and begins to read.
"When I'm not with youThe day is dark.
When I'm not around you
My sun goes in.
I'll always love you
With all my heart.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
What more can I say?
Except that I want to know,
Will you go out with me,
And brighten my day?"He stares at the floor when he's finished, and his cheeks have gone slightly red. You run over to him and hug him. He lifts you up, and swings you round.
"Of course I'll go out with you, Freddy Jones!" You scream. He puts you down gently, not letting go. You lean over and switch on your CD player. The strains of REO Speedwagon's Can't Fight This Feeling drift through the room. (A/N: I've always wanted to slow dance to that!) You begin to sway slowly, still holding onto each other. He softly kisses you on your lips, and you whisper into his ear.
"Our first date's going to have to be pretty special to beat this!" He laughs.
"Don't worry," he replies. "I'll think of something!" You stay like that for a while, then lay down. You fall asleep hand in hand.
The next day is Sunday. You pack up your stuff and go over to Freddy's. You dump your stuff in the spare room, (even though you probably won't sleep there) and then you go downstairs. He's on the computer.
"Oh, great," You tease him. "What am I supposed to do?" He smiles.
"Go on the laptop!" You go over, and switch it on. You plug in the modem, and go on AIM.
TooToughToDie: Well, hey, Freddy!
MasterOfPuppets: Hi, (You)! Haven't seen you for a while.
TooToughToDie: Lol.
MasterOfPuppets: Lol. I didn't know you were a Ramones fan.
TooToughToDie: Didn't know you were a Metallica fan. :P
MasterOfPuppets: No, but really. I thought you were into more rock than punk.
TooToughToDie: There's a lot you don't know about me.
MasterOfPuppets: I'd like to find out. ;)
TooToughToDie: Ick! Go practice your cheesy lines on someone else!
The next day was Monday, and this was the day you all went to a new school. (A/N: I know you don't, but just humor me, ok?). You rode on the bus with Freddy and Zack, as Summer and Katie, etc. had all gone to an exclusive school. It was more expensive, and you guys hadn't wanted to go, anyway.
You got there, and walked into homeroom. You didn't know anyone, as you'd hung around with all the same people before, and you didn't know anyone else. It was worse than you'd thought. They were all in groups! The teacher walked in, and they all went to their seats. You took the only spare one, next to this popular looking girl, called Ana. She turns around and stares at you.
"You'd better not touch my bag, that's real fur, you know. Direct from Gucci."
"You have real fur? That's disgusting!"
"Yes, because I can afford it, unlike you."
"Miss Fisher, Miss..." She checked the register. "(Your Last Name)?" You nod. "Now, normally I would give you each a detention for talking, but as the bell is about to go I will let you off. However, if this happens again I will not let you off so lightly. Now, you may leave and don't let me catch you talking again. Now, apologize before you go!"
"Sorry, Miss Redmond." Says Ana, sweetly.
"Sorry, Miss Redmond." You repeat, then hurry outside to wait for Freddy. He come up to you, and you fall into step with him.
"Why do I feel like I'm new here?"
"Because a lot of the pupils know each other already, and the teachers have moved up with us. It's kind of like you are new." You smile.
"Oh, well. You'll look after me, right?" He laughs, and puts his arm around you.
"Sure I will. Any time."
The next day you walk into homeroom, ready for whatever Ana throws at you. You hate her, and she hates you. You just know she's going to be nasty to you, because you've got one of those instant dislikes. Everyone seems to be in a group around Ana, and she's reading something off a bit of paper. She looks up as you come in.
"Look what I found!" she says, waving a bit of crumpled paper at you. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. It's Freddy's poem!
"'I'll always love you, no matter what..." she mimics, nastily. As you clench your fists, you notice a big tub of PVA glue on the teacher's desk. You also notice Ana's Gucci bag...
A few minutes later you lean back in your chair with a satisfied look on your face, just as the teacher walks in. Oh man, this is gonna be sweet. 3...2...1...
"AAAAAAARRGGGGHHHH!" Ana shrieks. "My five hundred dollar unique limited-edition imported real rabbit fur Gucci bag! Ruined!"
"Now, Ana," says Miss Redmond, crossly. "If you really didn't want your bag to get spoiled, then you shouldn't have brought it to school. What's happened?"
"Well, I was telling everyone how great (You)'s boyfriend's poem was –"
"No, you weren't!" you yell. "You were making fun of it!"
"- when she went crazy, just like that, and poured all your glue over my bag!" Miss Redmond gasps.
"Miss (Your Last Name)! I would not have expected that type of behavior from you! Go outside, and wait for me after homeroom!"
"But-" you try to explain, but she doesn't let you.
"NOW!" You go outside, ignoring the identical smirks from Ana and the Clones. You slump on the floor outside the classroom, and check your watch to figure out how long you have to wait. Fifteen minutes. Not too long. You pull out your sketch pad and begin to doodle. After about five minutes someone trips over you.
"Wow." Says the someone. "Just like the first time we met." You laugh, as he helps you up. Freddy. Who else?
"What are you doing here?" you ask. He flashes a hall pass at you.
"I got bored, so I faked needing a – needing the toilet, and decided to wander around. What are you doing here?"
"Oh, I, uh, poured PVC onto Ana's 'five hundred dollar unique limited-edition imported real rabbit fur Gucci' handbag thing. So the teacher sent me out." He starts to laugh.
"You did what?"
"I just told you, Jones. Or are you deaf?"
"I heard you. You're going to get detention, you know." You look up at him, sweetly.
"Like to keep me company?"