If you need me
Let me know
I'll be around
If you got no place to go
And you're feeling down
- 'Take a Chance on Me' A-Teens
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Jasmine (Jazzy) Kordvaus-Jones dived beneath the once perfectly still surface of the water. Jazzy stayed under for about a minute. She came back up for air, then threw the rings to the side of the indoor pool next to her adopted brother Freddy.
"There's 10 more!" Jazzy yelled excitedly. Freddy smiled.
"Yeah, go get them okay?"
Jazzy nodded and took a deep breath, then dove underneath the water again. Freddy loved watching her swim. Swimming and diving came natural to her, and she was training for some sort of relay race, where she swam out in a huge - HUGE - pool, then dove under in the deep end to grab 20 rings.
The entire outcome of the team from Lanney rested on Jazzy shoulders, considering she was the first person to go. If she didn't get all 20 soon enough, the team wouldn't have any chance of winning.
Jazzy came back up and threw the rings to Freddy one at a time.
"One...Two...Three...Four...Five...Six...Seven...Eight...Nine...Ten! YES!"
Freddy allowed his adopted sister do a couple of flips in the pool, before he jumped in and stopped her from getting a headache.
"Whoa...careful there."
Jazzy looked back at him, and then shot a mouthful of water on his face.
"Hahahaha!" she laughed. Freddy took his hand and splashed her in reply.
Jazzy was orginally from Australia. She was adopted when Freddy was 11, and she was 10. She was now 12, and enjoying the fact that she could - still - get away from being in any kind of trouble. One thing Freddy liked about her was that she could understand all of his girl problems.
Mrs. Jones walked into the pool area.
"Hey, you guys, get out of the pool, dinner will be ready in 15 minutes."
"Guests again?" Jazzy asked, cocking her head to the side, and kicking Freddy while treading water. Their mother nodded, and pointed her index finger at the two of them.
"Yes, and dress for the ocasion. That means no AC/DC shirts Fredrick, and Jasmine, no wearing bandanas. 15 minutes!" she said, before leaving the room.
Jazzy looked back at her brother, did a flip, then swam over to the ladder, Freddy following. Jazzy got her towel and was going into the foyea when Freddy grabbed her arm.
"Hey, Jazz...you're a girl."
"No. Duh."
"Yeah, well, this one girl at school, who I thought didn't like me whatsoever, and her best friend told me she liked me."
"Katie tell you this?"
Freddy looked confused.
"Yeah, well - wait...how'd you know?"
Jazzy ignored this question.
"Summer's the girl who likes you? Summer Hathaway?"
"Yeah....wait, how'd you know all of this information?"
Jazzy shrugged.
"She told me. Slipped more like." Jazzy shook her head. "Look, we have to go get ready or mom will have a field day. GO! Scramble, scatter, scat! What do they tell you in your classes when you're supposed to leave?"
"Goodbye. More polite if you ask me."
Jazzy stuck out her tounge.
"Whatever. See you in..." Jazzy looked down at her watch. "12 minutes."
Jazzy walked down the hall and into her room, making Freddy wish he had never asked her about his problem. She was usually right about all of these things, and some odd sensation in Freddy's stomach made him feel like his encounter with Summer for today wasn't over.
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Disclaimer: I don't own School of Rock. I own Jasmine (Jazzy) Kordvaus-Jones. You wish to use her, ask me first.
A/N: I do hope you enjoyed this - short, sorry 'bout that - chapter. The next one will be longer. I was at my friends house today, and she has a pool, and I had this wicked idea to write a story featuring Freddy's little sister who enjoys getting things at the bottom of the pool. I didn't feel like writing another fic, and so I decided to make it fit in with PS I love you. By the way...can anyone guess by the last line what's going to happen? (wink wink wink)
Let me know
I'll be around
If you got no place to go
And you're feeling down
- 'Take a Chance on Me' A-Teens
###
Jasmine (Jazzy) Kordvaus-Jones dived beneath the once perfectly still surface of the water. Jazzy stayed under for about a minute. She came back up for air, then threw the rings to the side of the indoor pool next to her adopted brother Freddy.
"There's 10 more!" Jazzy yelled excitedly. Freddy smiled.
"Yeah, go get them okay?"
Jazzy nodded and took a deep breath, then dove underneath the water again. Freddy loved watching her swim. Swimming and diving came natural to her, and she was training for some sort of relay race, where she swam out in a huge - HUGE - pool, then dove under in the deep end to grab 20 rings.
The entire outcome of the team from Lanney rested on Jazzy shoulders, considering she was the first person to go. If she didn't get all 20 soon enough, the team wouldn't have any chance of winning.
Jazzy came back up and threw the rings to Freddy one at a time.
"One...Two...Three...Four...Five...Six...Seven...Eight...Nine...Ten! YES!"
Freddy allowed his adopted sister do a couple of flips in the pool, before he jumped in and stopped her from getting a headache.
"Whoa...careful there."
Jazzy looked back at him, and then shot a mouthful of water on his face.
"Hahahaha!" she laughed. Freddy took his hand and splashed her in reply.
Jazzy was orginally from Australia. She was adopted when Freddy was 11, and she was 10. She was now 12, and enjoying the fact that she could - still - get away from being in any kind of trouble. One thing Freddy liked about her was that she could understand all of his girl problems.
Mrs. Jones walked into the pool area.
"Hey, you guys, get out of the pool, dinner will be ready in 15 minutes."
"Guests again?" Jazzy asked, cocking her head to the side, and kicking Freddy while treading water. Their mother nodded, and pointed her index finger at the two of them.
"Yes, and dress for the ocasion. That means no AC/DC shirts Fredrick, and Jasmine, no wearing bandanas. 15 minutes!" she said, before leaving the room.
Jazzy looked back at her brother, did a flip, then swam over to the ladder, Freddy following. Jazzy got her towel and was going into the foyea when Freddy grabbed her arm.
"Hey, Jazz...you're a girl."
"No. Duh."
"Yeah, well, this one girl at school, who I thought didn't like me whatsoever, and her best friend told me she liked me."
"Katie tell you this?"
Freddy looked confused.
"Yeah, well - wait...how'd you know?"
Jazzy ignored this question.
"Summer's the girl who likes you? Summer Hathaway?"
"Yeah....wait, how'd you know all of this information?"
Jazzy shrugged.
"She told me. Slipped more like." Jazzy shook her head. "Look, we have to go get ready or mom will have a field day. GO! Scramble, scatter, scat! What do they tell you in your classes when you're supposed to leave?"
"Goodbye. More polite if you ask me."
Jazzy stuck out her tounge.
"Whatever. See you in..." Jazzy looked down at her watch. "12 minutes."
Jazzy walked down the hall and into her room, making Freddy wish he had never asked her about his problem. She was usually right about all of these things, and some odd sensation in Freddy's stomach made him feel like his encounter with Summer for today wasn't over.
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Disclaimer: I don't own School of Rock. I own Jasmine (Jazzy) Kordvaus-Jones. You wish to use her, ask me first.
A/N: I do hope you enjoyed this - short, sorry 'bout that - chapter. The next one will be longer. I was at my friends house today, and she has a pool, and I had this wicked idea to write a story featuring Freddy's little sister who enjoys getting things at the bottom of the pool. I didn't feel like writing another fic, and so I decided to make it fit in with PS I love you. By the way...can anyone guess by the last line what's going to happen? (wink wink wink)