All the heartache

All the pain

-All American Rejects (Drive Away)

"What's the school's name again?" Freddy asked, spinning around on the stool behind his drumset. Freddy heard Summer sigh.
"Samson Academy. It's like this private public school. It's cheaper than the other private schools, and that's what mom and Dave want. I heard the education's good though."
"Do they have uniforms?"
"Kind of. Anyone can wear whatever top they want to, but on days that they have an assembly, everyone has to wear a collared buttoned up shirt, and ethier a plaid or navy blue tie." Summer explained.
"Ah. Are the pants and skirts plaid and navy too?"
"Yeep."
"When are you moving again?"
"After mom and Dave get back from their honeymoon. All of our stuff will be at the apartment already, but I'm going to camp when they're in Paris."
"They're going to Paris? As in France?"
"No Freddy, they're going to Texas."
Freddy paused. Paris, TEXAS? What the?
"Huh?"
"Nevermind. Hey, look, I have to go to dinner with mom and my soon-to-be Aunt Sophie. Call me later, okay?"
"Okay. Bye Tinkerbell." He could hear Summer giggle at the nickname.
"Be quiet Drummer Boy. Bye." She hung up the phone. Freddy tossed his phone on his bed before picking up his drumsticks and playing the solo from Hawaii Five-Oh that he learned in 5th grade. He played the solo whenever he was stressed or angry.

Or jealous.

Wait, was he jealous?
To be truthful, yes, yes he was jealous. Freddy was jealous of all the other boys Summer was going to meet at Samson Academy. He knew guys in New York, and they were all more handsome than he was, although he thought it couldn't be possible.

Freddy knew one guy, named Robbie McCoy. Robbie knew a lot of things about what a girl liked. Robbie knew girls didn't like guys to be late. Girls don't like it when guys don't call, so Robbie called them. Robbie knew that girls liked guys to hold their hand. Robbie just knew all these things. But Robbie was taught all these things by his 3 teenage sisters and his widowed mom just when he was 7.

Freddy knew another guy named Chad Miranda. All the girls liked Chad because, (1) His first name was the same as Chad Michael Murrys, and, (2) He looked like Ashton Kutcher. As far as the girls were concerned, it was a 2-in-1 deal. He wasn't that popular, and since the girls at his school were afraid that going out with him would destroy their social status, he remained girlfriend-less.

Robbie and Chad were total dream-guy material, and Freddy didn't want to think about the other guys he knew from New York.

So yes, Freddy was majorly jealous. Summer was going to find a guy who was totally awesome and handsome. Overly handsome, and he made her feel happy. Freddy was going to be stuck in Lanney. Hours hours and hours away from Summer.

Freddy picked up the phone and dialed Katie's number.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Kates, it's Freddy."
"What do you want?"
"That's not nice Kates."
"Well, I'm not really in the mood to talk right now, I need to finish something on the skirt I'm making."
"You're making a skirt?"
"Well, yeah. I already have the denim sewed together, and I'm done with one side of the V pattern of lace." Freddy groaned.
"Can you take a break?" Katie sighed.
"Fine, a little break. A 10 minute break. Now, what do you want?" Freddy took a deep breath.
"Do you think Summer will find a guy she likes in New York?"
"Yea, she probably will."
"Well?" Freddy pushed on.
"Well, what?"
"Does that mean she'll like guys other than me?"
"Yes Jones, and she'll probably date them."
"Why doesn't she just date me?"
"Because you'll live hours upon hours away, and she'll only see you on breaks. Long breaks, like the ones in the fall." Katie explained, "It'd be rude to say that you'd be holding her back, because you wouldn't. Summer really, really, really likes you Freddy."
"Then why is she moving?" he asked, going back to spinning around in his chair.
"She's leaving because her mother's getting married. You don't exactly want to seperate them, now do you?" Freddy thought.
"No." "Well, that was some quick thinking."
"Shut up Katie."
"Freddy, look, I know you know Summer likes you-"
-"-A lot, a lot, a lot, yes I do know."
"-But she needs to be with her mom, and by being with her mom, she has to be in New York City, so she and her mom can both be happy. She hasn't seen her dad since she was 7, and Dave is the closest thing she's got. Be happy for her okay?" Katie said.

Okay, that comment caught Freddy off guard.
"How can I be happy for her, when I want her to stay here?"
"I don't know Freddy. Look, she's gonna move anyway, no matter what you say to her."
"But I want her to stay here."
"I do too, but we can't force her to do so. Hey, I have to finish up my skirt, I really want to wear it for tomorrow."
"What's tomorrow?"
"Our graduation from middle school. Look, I only have 2 more sides to sew. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Okay. Bye." He hung up before he heard Katie respond, then he took off down the stairs, to where his mom was cooking dinner.

"Hey, mom." His mom looked up from the noodles she was boiling.
"Yes Freddy?"
"Did you know that tomorrow is my graduation from middle school?"
"Yes Freddy, I did. What are you planning on wearing tomorrow anyway? I want to make sure it's ironed." Jazzy came hopping down the stairs. "Freddy, wear that really cool green button up shirt and nice jeans, and then your green Converse." Jazzy suggested while taking a cookie from the cookie platter on the table. Their mom looked at Jazzy.
"Jasmine, that's an excellent idea. Is it ironed Freddy?" Freddy shrugged.
"Want me to go get it?"
"Yes dear."
Freddy ran to his room and came back 3 minutes later with the shirt.
"It's kind of wrinkled." His mom snatched it out of his hands.
"Which is why I wish to iron it before you wear it. Jasmine, we're taking you out of school to watch the graduation, what are you wearing?"
"Um...I don't know yet." "Well, Freddy, you help her pick something out after dinner."
"Mom, do I have to?" Freddy complained. His mom turned and pointed a spoon at him.
"Frederick Ronald Jones, you want her to look presentable don't you?" "Yea, but-"
"Don't you?" His mom was now staring at him with a look that clearly said 'pick something out for her, or you're not going anywhere for 2 weeks.
"Yes m'am."
"Good. After dinner then. Jasmine Roxanne Kordvaus-Jones, don't spoil your dinner, and go get your father." Jazzy left the room, and Freddy set the table, wishing that Summer would call him, and tell him he was dreaming, and she wasn't actually moving to New York City.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N: That was probably a really bad chapter, and I'm terribly sorry it took so long to be posted. The beginning has been sitting on my computer for ages, but I've had a lot of personal issues to deal with, and I've discovered how much fun candid pictures actually are.

For all of you worried about Summer moving, I'm sorry, but if she didn't move, I may have not started to write a sequel.
Happy Halloween, and I'll probably post another couple of chapters towards the end of November.
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