Chapter Two: Boy Talk
Zack's PoV
I reached Freddy's colossal house and rang the bell. He (much like myself) lived in the rich neighborhood, where all of the houses were huge, with enormous, perfectly mowed front lawns, and three car garages filled with Volvos, Beamers and even a few Porsches. Freddy answered the door, dressed in his favorite Green Day shirt and faded jeans, defiantly not something you would expect in a neighborhood like this.
So, I stepped into his perfectly spotless house ( I'm pretty sure they have more than one maid, otherwise I have no clue as to how they keep it so clean) and we both clmbed the enormous spiral staircase up to his room. His room was so different than the rest of the house. Sure, his bed was made, but most of his other stuff was disheveled and spread all over the floor. His walls (which I think were once blue) were completely covered with his favorite rock bands, and famous drummers like Neil Peart. Over by his window seat were his drum set and surround sound stereo.
"So...what'd ya wanna talk about?" Freddy asked as he flopped down on his bed.
I sat down in his leather desk chair. "Well...it's kind of hard to say, but what the hell...I'll just come out with it." Freddy stared at me expectantly, "D-do you like Katie?"
"What? Katie as in Katie Montone? No offense dude, 'cause I know you like her...but no way!"
I let out a long sigh. "Good." I said firmly.
"Why do you ask anyway?" Freddy asked me as he picked up a Sports Illustrated magazine, "I mean, I know you're like in love with her."
"I am not in love with her." Freddy gave me a look that plainly said 'yeah right'.
"Yes, you are." He said, and before I could even open my mouth to rebuttal, he spoke again, "I mean, you're always either talking about her, or staring at her. You totally goggle at her man." He said dully as he flipped through the pages of the magazine.
"I do not goggle!"
Freddy just laughed. "Okay, whatever dude. But let me ask you something....when are you going to ask her out?"
I practically fell out of his chair. "WHAT?! Ask her out? Oh no no no no no way! I mean, it's obvious that she'd turn me down anyway. She could never think of me that way."
I've never really been a positive kind of guy. I mean, I knew she couldn't like me. At least not in the way that I liked her. Sure, I'd always hoped that she did, but for some reason I could never accept the possibility that she might actually like me back.
"I wouldn't be so sure of that."
"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked. I was totally lost.
"Nothing, all I'm saying is if you find the right person just ignore all the awkward crap and do it." He looked up from his magazine, "And trust me, you and Katie were like, made for each other (A/N lol if you know the title to my HP story)."
I smiled inwardly to myself. I couldn't help but want to laugh at all that he had just said. Freddy...mushy? Now that was odd.
"So I guess this means that you haven't found your 'right person' yet?" I jested, a wide grin spreading across my face.
"Nope. I figure when I might the right girl I'll know it." He turned his magazine upside down, then turned it back the right way.
"What about Marta?"
"What about her?"
"Well...didn't you ever like her?" (A/N Am I the only one who was pissed when Freddy carried Marta around on his back after Battle of the Bands??)
"Uh....NO."
"Oh...so you're still waiting?"
"Yup. And when I find her, I won't be an idiot like you. I'll actually do something about it."
"I guess you're right. I mean what's the point of waiting any longer?"
"Exactly!" Freddy sat up straighter and put his magazine back on his night table.
"I'll just have to wait for the right time."
Freddy rolled his eyes. "So...do you wanna just start our homework? Band practice starts in an hour."
"Alright." I agreed grumpily. I think Horace Green Junior High is the only school that gives actual work in addition to all that paper work stuff on the first day back.
Author's Note- Okay, I finally got the second chapter up. Sorry it took so long, but school ended, then I went on vacation. I managed to type it there, but it was hard with my four little boy cousins running around. I'm probably going to get a lot of flames for chapter three though, it's pretty corny. I'll try to make it better. So next chapter: an important announcement and a lot of mushiness. If that's even a word. All right...without further a do... Please review!! (flames are accepted)
Zack's PoV
I reached Freddy's colossal house and rang the bell. He (much like myself) lived in the rich neighborhood, where all of the houses were huge, with enormous, perfectly mowed front lawns, and three car garages filled with Volvos, Beamers and even a few Porsches. Freddy answered the door, dressed in his favorite Green Day shirt and faded jeans, defiantly not something you would expect in a neighborhood like this.
So, I stepped into his perfectly spotless house ( I'm pretty sure they have more than one maid, otherwise I have no clue as to how they keep it so clean) and we both clmbed the enormous spiral staircase up to his room. His room was so different than the rest of the house. Sure, his bed was made, but most of his other stuff was disheveled and spread all over the floor. His walls (which I think were once blue) were completely covered with his favorite rock bands, and famous drummers like Neil Peart. Over by his window seat were his drum set and surround sound stereo.
"So...what'd ya wanna talk about?" Freddy asked as he flopped down on his bed.
I sat down in his leather desk chair. "Well...it's kind of hard to say, but what the hell...I'll just come out with it." Freddy stared at me expectantly, "D-do you like Katie?"
"What? Katie as in Katie Montone? No offense dude, 'cause I know you like her...but no way!"
I let out a long sigh. "Good." I said firmly.
"Why do you ask anyway?" Freddy asked me as he picked up a Sports Illustrated magazine, "I mean, I know you're like in love with her."
"I am not in love with her." Freddy gave me a look that plainly said 'yeah right'.
"Yes, you are." He said, and before I could even open my mouth to rebuttal, he spoke again, "I mean, you're always either talking about her, or staring at her. You totally goggle at her man." He said dully as he flipped through the pages of the magazine.
"I do not goggle!"
Freddy just laughed. "Okay, whatever dude. But let me ask you something....when are you going to ask her out?"
I practically fell out of his chair. "WHAT?! Ask her out? Oh no no no no no way! I mean, it's obvious that she'd turn me down anyway. She could never think of me that way."
I've never really been a positive kind of guy. I mean, I knew she couldn't like me. At least not in the way that I liked her. Sure, I'd always hoped that she did, but for some reason I could never accept the possibility that she might actually like me back.
"I wouldn't be so sure of that."
"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked. I was totally lost.
"Nothing, all I'm saying is if you find the right person just ignore all the awkward crap and do it." He looked up from his magazine, "And trust me, you and Katie were like, made for each other (A/N lol if you know the title to my HP story)."
I smiled inwardly to myself. I couldn't help but want to laugh at all that he had just said. Freddy...mushy? Now that was odd.
"So I guess this means that you haven't found your 'right person' yet?" I jested, a wide grin spreading across my face.
"Nope. I figure when I might the right girl I'll know it." He turned his magazine upside down, then turned it back the right way.
"What about Marta?"
"What about her?"
"Well...didn't you ever like her?" (A/N Am I the only one who was pissed when Freddy carried Marta around on his back after Battle of the Bands??)
"Uh....NO."
"Oh...so you're still waiting?"
"Yup. And when I find her, I won't be an idiot like you. I'll actually do something about it."
"I guess you're right. I mean what's the point of waiting any longer?"
"Exactly!" Freddy sat up straighter and put his magazine back on his night table.
"I'll just have to wait for the right time."
Freddy rolled his eyes. "So...do you wanna just start our homework? Band practice starts in an hour."
"Alright." I agreed grumpily. I think Horace Green Junior High is the only school that gives actual work in addition to all that paper work stuff on the first day back.
Author's Note- Okay, I finally got the second chapter up. Sorry it took so long, but school ended, then I went on vacation. I managed to type it there, but it was hard with my four little boy cousins running around. I'm probably going to get a lot of flames for chapter three though, it's pretty corny. I'll try to make it better. So next chapter: an important announcement and a lot of mushiness. If that's even a word. All right...without further a do... Please review!! (flames are accepted)