Saxaphonebaby- Summer is being slightly odd, but she does have her reasons!
I'm sorry it's been taking me so long to update, but my cousin was over for
the week and she had me write her an excruciatingly long Good Charlotte
fic. Painful, but lovely, as it seems. Don't worry, though! I'm back to SOR
completely for the time being.
Princess642- I know! It took me all the restraint I had not to use that as the beginning of this chapter. But that really would have stolen my thunder. We're actually probably looking at a 30 chapter fic here, so I can't romanticize until later. 6 Reviews! I love you!
Wyverna- Summer is a little nut. I hate school. I spent the entire day writing my new fic, High K over Middle L. It helps a little. I uploaded this chapter in the middle of Science class. Ahh... sweet vindication.
The Cheezhead- It isn't a dream. I'll update as much as I can, but I need to try and make the chapters a little longer. I've been getting scolded for their puny length!
LightningFairy- Hopefully I'll be able to update this more! ABC!
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Summer watched Zach with apprehension, her mind still clouded with nightmarish events of that morning.
"Hate you?" he asked, his already dark-brown eyes deepening to endless black. "Summer, what are you talking about? Why would I hate you?"
He was confused. Summer could see that. But she was confused too. If Freddy and Katie were abandoning her, why wasn't he doing the same?
"Zach, all of them, all my friends, all of you guys, they..." here her voice broke. After taking a few deep breaths, Summer plunged ahead, telling Zach everything that had happened since she had woken up that morning.
After she was done, Zach sat in stunned silence. High school had taken life-long friendships and obliterated them, right in front of his eyes. He had heard about stuff like this, but it hadn't seemed real to him, to any of them.
"I thought... I thought we were all friends," Summer half-sobbed, her voice choked to nothing more than a whisper. "Why did they do this? Why did they do this to me and not to each other? Or to you?"
Zach looked at her. Not one hair was out of place. Her clothes were well pressed, neat and about as preppy as preppy could get. She looked like a librarian.
The rest of the kids in the band... well, they just didn't dress like that. They dressed... uniquely. They weren't punk and they weren't Goth or ghetto, they just all had their own style. And now, in High School, they had new friends that went along with that style.
And as for why it had been her. Summer was different. She wasn't exactly part of the band. She was its manager, which gave her an almost teacher like status. Because she didn't play, the others must have though that it made her less of a part of the group than they were.
Zach opened his mouth, trying to think of a way to tell her all of this gently. "Summer..." his voice faded away as he looked into her face. She already knew.
"I know I'm not like the rest of you. I know I'm... a little different. But this band still means more to me than anything ever has in my entire life. And for them to do that..."
Zach knew what she meant. "It's wrong." He though for a second. "Maybe if you just talk to them."
Summer gave Zach a falsely cheerful smile. 'It won't help,' she thought. 'It won't help and we both know it.'
"I'll talk to them," she said, faking happiness so Zach would leave her alone. Summer cleared her throat and wiped the back of her hands against her cheeks, hurriedly drying her tears. She began to get up, using the wall as support so her ankle wouldn't buckle under her again.
Zach put a hand on her shoulder, causing her to pause. "Summer..." he began. Damn this was awkward. "You have me." She flashed him a genuine smile.
"That was SO corny, Zach," she laughed. Zach had to laugh too. It had been kinda corny. He rose to his feet, tired leg muscles creaking in protest. Offering Summer a hand, he pulled her to her feet.
"Thanks," she said, tucking her long hair behind her ears and hiking her bag back onto her shoulder. "I can take it from here."
Zach gave a mocking bow, pretending to take off an imaginary hat . "Glad to be of service." Summer giggled once more, then spun on her heel and walked quickly away towards her first class. Once she had turned the corner however, her smile faded.
She had Zach, but she wanted the rest of her band back too. They were her friends and they meant more to her than anything else in the world. Was she willing to sacrifice who she was, who she had always been, to gain their approval back?
Princess642- I know! It took me all the restraint I had not to use that as the beginning of this chapter. But that really would have stolen my thunder. We're actually probably looking at a 30 chapter fic here, so I can't romanticize until later. 6 Reviews! I love you!
Wyverna- Summer is a little nut. I hate school. I spent the entire day writing my new fic, High K over Middle L. It helps a little. I uploaded this chapter in the middle of Science class. Ahh... sweet vindication.
The Cheezhead- It isn't a dream. I'll update as much as I can, but I need to try and make the chapters a little longer. I've been getting scolded for their puny length!
LightningFairy- Hopefully I'll be able to update this more! ABC!
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Summer watched Zach with apprehension, her mind still clouded with nightmarish events of that morning.
"Hate you?" he asked, his already dark-brown eyes deepening to endless black. "Summer, what are you talking about? Why would I hate you?"
He was confused. Summer could see that. But she was confused too. If Freddy and Katie were abandoning her, why wasn't he doing the same?
"Zach, all of them, all my friends, all of you guys, they..." here her voice broke. After taking a few deep breaths, Summer plunged ahead, telling Zach everything that had happened since she had woken up that morning.
After she was done, Zach sat in stunned silence. High school had taken life-long friendships and obliterated them, right in front of his eyes. He had heard about stuff like this, but it hadn't seemed real to him, to any of them.
"I thought... I thought we were all friends," Summer half-sobbed, her voice choked to nothing more than a whisper. "Why did they do this? Why did they do this to me and not to each other? Or to you?"
Zach looked at her. Not one hair was out of place. Her clothes were well pressed, neat and about as preppy as preppy could get. She looked like a librarian.
The rest of the kids in the band... well, they just didn't dress like that. They dressed... uniquely. They weren't punk and they weren't Goth or ghetto, they just all had their own style. And now, in High School, they had new friends that went along with that style.
And as for why it had been her. Summer was different. She wasn't exactly part of the band. She was its manager, which gave her an almost teacher like status. Because she didn't play, the others must have though that it made her less of a part of the group than they were.
Zach opened his mouth, trying to think of a way to tell her all of this gently. "Summer..." his voice faded away as he looked into her face. She already knew.
"I know I'm not like the rest of you. I know I'm... a little different. But this band still means more to me than anything ever has in my entire life. And for them to do that..."
Zach knew what she meant. "It's wrong." He though for a second. "Maybe if you just talk to them."
Summer gave Zach a falsely cheerful smile. 'It won't help,' she thought. 'It won't help and we both know it.'
"I'll talk to them," she said, faking happiness so Zach would leave her alone. Summer cleared her throat and wiped the back of her hands against her cheeks, hurriedly drying her tears. She began to get up, using the wall as support so her ankle wouldn't buckle under her again.
Zach put a hand on her shoulder, causing her to pause. "Summer..." he began. Damn this was awkward. "You have me." She flashed him a genuine smile.
"That was SO corny, Zach," she laughed. Zach had to laugh too. It had been kinda corny. He rose to his feet, tired leg muscles creaking in protest. Offering Summer a hand, he pulled her to her feet.
"Thanks," she said, tucking her long hair behind her ears and hiking her bag back onto her shoulder. "I can take it from here."
Zach gave a mocking bow, pretending to take off an imaginary hat . "Glad to be of service." Summer giggled once more, then spun on her heel and walked quickly away towards her first class. Once she had turned the corner however, her smile faded.
She had Zach, but she wanted the rest of her band back too. They were her friends and they meant more to her than anything else in the world. Was she willing to sacrifice who she was, who she had always been, to gain their approval back?