This is my life
It's not what it was before
-Staind 'So Far Away'
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(Freddy's POV)
You know what I hate? R&B, hip-hop or rap music. I go mental whenever I'm skateboarding to band practice and someone is blaring it out of their car. It sucks.
You know what else I can't stand?
Amy Labourne.
She scares me. Really really scares me.
One time Zack, Katie and I were at Hot Topic. Amy struts in like she owns the place with her Abercromibe and Hollister bags in-hand.
We dove behind the Happy Bunny shower curtains and when she left, the clerk yelled 'All Clear!'.
I found out the next day from my cousin Eleni (who has become the knower of all gossip at our school), that Amy only went into the store because she saw me looking at Metallica shirts in the window.
Another thing I can't stand?
Brad Parker. Summer's boyfriend.
Shizzit. Summer.
AGAIN.
After that band rehersal on the stage that ran too long, I just cannot stop thinking about her.
I can't stand Brad because he's with Summer and that drives me crazy.
He's NOTHING like her. Too...quiet I guess.
Katie told me the other day that Summer thinks I made her more energetic over spring break.
Spring Break '04.
The best 10 days of my life.
I was supposed to go to Tijuana with my dad, Zack and his dad. My mom and Summer's mom are like, good friends, and so her mom convinced my mom to take me on the school trip to Europe. Mom thought it'd be good 'bonding time'.
Our mothers went everywhere together, and my mom was afraid I'd get into trouble with other parents, so I had to be with her, Mrs. Hathaway and Summer 24/7.
Summer and I did a pretty good job pretending each other didn't exsist until we went to Brussels, and all the other girls on the trip who were friends with Summer came along shopping with us. I protested not to go with them, but mom didn't listen.
So I stood outside of this total freak shop 'Jennyfer' until my mom went balistic and I sat on the stairs inside, watching them all run around pick up different ugly clothes. Finally everyone was done and we went up the stairs.
The up escaltor wasn't working, only the down one was, and so they all went up the down one. Finally it was just Susan Morgans stuck going up on the down one. Summer kept bugging her to get off, but she wouldn't unless someone went on with her. I stepped on and we walked for a couple of seconds before I hopped off again, and she went off too.
Summer stared at me for a second with this weird look on her face and then she blinked and went back to normal.
That was just weird.
Then when we went on, she always tried to be next to me. She always was playing with my hair. I never bothered to ask why. It didn't seem wrong or anything, just kind of awkward.
It got even stranger a few days later in London.
We went to the Picadilly Circus mall, just 10 teenagers and 2 teachers. Our mothers went to the Queen Elizabeth Banquet, and we went to a mall. While waiting at Baskin Robbin's, I was complaining about how long it was taking with one of the older boys Patrick. Summer asked me if I had a hair appointment or something when she then started playing with my shaggy, top-of-ear length hair. I reached up and touched my hair, and met her hand with mine. We stood like that for a few seconds until she took her hand away from beneath mine.
It felt awkward when it was all over. I wish she could always touch my hair like that. It felt..I dunno..nice. I liked the way it felt.
The next morning she and her roommate Susan came down late for breakfast. They were out of breakfasts, so she didn't have anything. Summer just sat down curled up in a ball in her chair, looking at me. I was trying to sleep, only she was staring at me with this nice expression. I liked it. A lot. When I opened up my eyes, she averted hers to the ground.
It was like the last bit of communication we've had for a while.
Today I was walking down the hall with Zack and she was at Katie's locker with Alica and Marta, when she was looking at me. I met her gaze and she sort of smiling at me before she broke contact. Zack told me something and as I cocked my head back over toward Summer and said 'Did he now?', I saw her looking at me with some kind of weird look.
I wanted to look back at her.
I couldn't bring myself to do it.
Another reason I hate Brad.
Whenever I try to tell Summer something, he's always there, watching me like a hawk.
I want Summer to like me. Not Brad, not Zack, not any other guy.
Just me.
(End Freddy's POV)
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Amy Labourne stood at her locker looking into the mirror and applying more and more and more layers of lip-gloss. Finally she heard Freddy Jones walking down the hall, talking with Alicia Johansin about something. She caught a few words of their conversation, something about Summer Hathaway. Amy glared into the mirror.
Summer was one of the girls standing in her way of getting Freddy. The others were Alicia and Katie Stewart. Amy closed her locker door shut silently and hid behind the lockers.
"Hey I'll see you in a minute Leesh, I need to get something from my locker." she heard Freddy call out to his friend who was halfway past Amy's hiding spot. Alicia exited the building and Amy snuck up to the right of Freddy, ready to shove him against the cold steel surface.
She wasn't expecting him to open his locker and slam her in the face.
Amy crumpled up against the door next to his and fell to the floor, clutching her red nose in agony.
Freddy glanced down, rolled his eyes and shut his locker before leaving the school with his Geography homework.
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Disclaimer: I own nothing. Check your heart out, I own nothing, nothing, nothing.
A/N: Thanks to all of my reviewers who are supportive of Freddy/Summer! Just to let you know I wasn't serious of calling the ship Juciness. I think I was high on Juciy Fruit... I would perfer someone with TALENT to make up the name for the ship! I have no talent, I suck at writing any type of fanfiction except School of Rock. I can get inside their minds easier than I can Ron and Hermione's. (R/Hr, one of my favorite ships!)
Press that little button at the bottom of your screen! Review away!
Quote of the Moment:
Sarah: Mimes are cool! :P
I don't live in that one place that one reviewer guessed, although every once in a while they have 'words of wisdom' with random people. At the end, they always say: "Make it a great day, or not, the choice is yours." Really bugs me and my mates in Language.
It's not what it was before
-Staind 'So Far Away'
###
(Freddy's POV)
You know what I hate? R&B, hip-hop or rap music. I go mental whenever I'm skateboarding to band practice and someone is blaring it out of their car. It sucks.
You know what else I can't stand?
Amy Labourne.
She scares me. Really really scares me.
One time Zack, Katie and I were at Hot Topic. Amy struts in like she owns the place with her Abercromibe and Hollister bags in-hand.
We dove behind the Happy Bunny shower curtains and when she left, the clerk yelled 'All Clear!'.
I found out the next day from my cousin Eleni (who has become the knower of all gossip at our school), that Amy only went into the store because she saw me looking at Metallica shirts in the window.
Another thing I can't stand?
Brad Parker. Summer's boyfriend.
Shizzit. Summer.
AGAIN.
After that band rehersal on the stage that ran too long, I just cannot stop thinking about her.
I can't stand Brad because he's with Summer and that drives me crazy.
He's NOTHING like her. Too...quiet I guess.
Katie told me the other day that Summer thinks I made her more energetic over spring break.
Spring Break '04.
The best 10 days of my life.
I was supposed to go to Tijuana with my dad, Zack and his dad. My mom and Summer's mom are like, good friends, and so her mom convinced my mom to take me on the school trip to Europe. Mom thought it'd be good 'bonding time'.
Our mothers went everywhere together, and my mom was afraid I'd get into trouble with other parents, so I had to be with her, Mrs. Hathaway and Summer 24/7.
Summer and I did a pretty good job pretending each other didn't exsist until we went to Brussels, and all the other girls on the trip who were friends with Summer came along shopping with us. I protested not to go with them, but mom didn't listen.
So I stood outside of this total freak shop 'Jennyfer' until my mom went balistic and I sat on the stairs inside, watching them all run around pick up different ugly clothes. Finally everyone was done and we went up the stairs.
The up escaltor wasn't working, only the down one was, and so they all went up the down one. Finally it was just Susan Morgans stuck going up on the down one. Summer kept bugging her to get off, but she wouldn't unless someone went on with her. I stepped on and we walked for a couple of seconds before I hopped off again, and she went off too.
Summer stared at me for a second with this weird look on her face and then she blinked and went back to normal.
That was just weird.
Then when we went on, she always tried to be next to me. She always was playing with my hair. I never bothered to ask why. It didn't seem wrong or anything, just kind of awkward.
It got even stranger a few days later in London.
We went to the Picadilly Circus mall, just 10 teenagers and 2 teachers. Our mothers went to the Queen Elizabeth Banquet, and we went to a mall. While waiting at Baskin Robbin's, I was complaining about how long it was taking with one of the older boys Patrick. Summer asked me if I had a hair appointment or something when she then started playing with my shaggy, top-of-ear length hair. I reached up and touched my hair, and met her hand with mine. We stood like that for a few seconds until she took her hand away from beneath mine.
It felt awkward when it was all over. I wish she could always touch my hair like that. It felt..I dunno..nice. I liked the way it felt.
The next morning she and her roommate Susan came down late for breakfast. They were out of breakfasts, so she didn't have anything. Summer just sat down curled up in a ball in her chair, looking at me. I was trying to sleep, only she was staring at me with this nice expression. I liked it. A lot. When I opened up my eyes, she averted hers to the ground.
It was like the last bit of communication we've had for a while.
Today I was walking down the hall with Zack and she was at Katie's locker with Alica and Marta, when she was looking at me. I met her gaze and she sort of smiling at me before she broke contact. Zack told me something and as I cocked my head back over toward Summer and said 'Did he now?', I saw her looking at me with some kind of weird look.
I wanted to look back at her.
I couldn't bring myself to do it.
Another reason I hate Brad.
Whenever I try to tell Summer something, he's always there, watching me like a hawk.
I want Summer to like me. Not Brad, not Zack, not any other guy.
Just me.
(End Freddy's POV)
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Amy Labourne stood at her locker looking into the mirror and applying more and more and more layers of lip-gloss. Finally she heard Freddy Jones walking down the hall, talking with Alicia Johansin about something. She caught a few words of their conversation, something about Summer Hathaway. Amy glared into the mirror.
Summer was one of the girls standing in her way of getting Freddy. The others were Alicia and Katie Stewart. Amy closed her locker door shut silently and hid behind the lockers.
"Hey I'll see you in a minute Leesh, I need to get something from my locker." she heard Freddy call out to his friend who was halfway past Amy's hiding spot. Alicia exited the building and Amy snuck up to the right of Freddy, ready to shove him against the cold steel surface.
She wasn't expecting him to open his locker and slam her in the face.
Amy crumpled up against the door next to his and fell to the floor, clutching her red nose in agony.
Freddy glanced down, rolled his eyes and shut his locker before leaving the school with his Geography homework.
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Disclaimer: I own nothing. Check your heart out, I own nothing, nothing, nothing.
A/N: Thanks to all of my reviewers who are supportive of Freddy/Summer! Just to let you know I wasn't serious of calling the ship Juciness. I think I was high on Juciy Fruit... I would perfer someone with TALENT to make up the name for the ship! I have no talent, I suck at writing any type of fanfiction except School of Rock. I can get inside their minds easier than I can Ron and Hermione's. (R/Hr, one of my favorite ships!)
Press that little button at the bottom of your screen! Review away!
Quote of the Moment:
Sarah: Mimes are cool! :P
I don't live in that one place that one reviewer guessed, although every once in a while they have 'words of wisdom' with random people. At the end, they always say: "Make it a great day, or not, the choice is yours." Really bugs me and my mates in Language.