"Look at all the stores!" Michelle gasped. It was our second day in Montreal and we had all decided to go visit the underground mall downtown.

We had planned to rest in our hotel rooms for the second day, you know, to recuperate from the trip. We had planned that thinking that there were actually English channels on TV. It turns out that in Montreal; three fourths of the channels are in French!

So, we had to find a new activity. Summer told us about the underground mall after having read an information pamphlet about Montreal. She told us that Montreal has an underground subway system (that they call a Metro, for some weird reason) and that there's actually an entire shopping centre underground at one of the Metro stops. It's pretty cool. I wish we had an underground shopping mall at home.

Michelle was right. There were many stores. I mean, who knew you could put a shopping mall underground, and a big one at that! Suddenly, Michelle and Eleni started running around looking in every single store within 15 meters of us.

"What are they doing?" I whispered to Freddy, who was standing next to me with a puzzled look on his face.

"How should I know?" he asked.

"Eleni's your sister," I answered.

"Well, you're a girl," he shot back, "You should know."

"I think it's a groupie thing," Marco said.

"Yeah," we all agreed, except for the groupies themselves who were still running around like 3-year-olds. We watched our crazed groupies for about another 2 minutes. Then, we decided to have Freddy and Zack go get them. Reluctantly, Michelle and Eleni came back with them. No, wait a second. Reluctantly is an understatement, especially since Freddy and Zack literally dragged them away from the shops and back to the rest of us.

Summer took out her clipboard, "I have a list of all the stores in this mall. We're going to have a vote as to where we start off. Now then, raise your hand if you want to go to Ardène."

"Summer," Freddy said.

She rolled her eyes, "Don't tell me you want to go to Ardène!"

"No, but it's not even 24 hours we're here and you've already got that teacher's pet attitude going on," he sighed, "Take a pill or something."

"Would a teacher's pet do this?" she asked as she hit him in the stomach with her clipboard. It must have hurt because he doubled up and clutched his stomach.

"Are you ok Freddy?" I asked him as I wrinkled my brow.

He groaned, "I think so."

"Humph," Summer smoothed her denim skirt, "Let's get back to the voting then." 15 minutes later, we had decided to go into Zellers. We came up with that because it had something in it for everyone. The guys didn't want to go into a clothes store and that's the only thing the girls wanted to go into. So, we decided Zellers was good since it had clothes and other stuff.

A few hours, and many shops, later, we decided to stop for lunch. We decided that pizza was the best thing, since everyone in the band loves pizza. What we forgot was that we can never decide what to put on our pizza, which was why Frankie and Freddy got into a fistfight and Tomika and Michelle were screaming at each other. What was I doing? I was laughing hysterically at us. Everyone was screaming and fighting and the poor waiter was standing there with a blank look on his face. The waiter was a teenage guy, about my brother's age, with shaggy light brown hair that fell in his dark brown eyes. He looked kind of shy.

"Umm, is it always like this when you go out for pizza?" he asked me with a heavy French accent. I nodded.

"What's your name?" I asked him. He blushed.

"Joel," he answered, "What's yours?"

"Marta," I smiled.

"Are you guys tourists," he asked.

"Yeah," I nodded, "We're playing a concert here."

"So you're a band," he said.

"Yeah," I told him, "School of Rock."

"You're playing a couple of concerts at the Molson Centre, aren't you?" he asked.

"I think so," I laughed, "But I'm not sure. You'd have to ask our band manager, Summer. She's the one hitting Zack, the guy with dark brown hair, over the head with her clipboard." I pointed to Summer, who looked like she was enjoying hitting poor Zack, and Joel laughed.

"You must live here, right?" I asked. He nodded. I flicked a long blond curl over my shoulder.

"Would you mind being our tour guide while we're here because we have no clue whatsoever where we are?" I asked.

"Don't you want to check with the rest of them?" he pointed to the gang, who was still fighting.

"No," I shook my head, "They know as well as I do that we need someone to help us get around! Summer might be annoyed because she loves to be in charge, but besides that, nobody should have a problem."

"Ok then," he smiled, "I'll do it."

"How much do you want us to pay you then? We're staying for another week, so how much will it be?" I asked.

He shook his head, "You don't have to pay me at all. I don't mind."

"But you've got your job over here. You'll lose your pay for a week!" I cried.

"No, I won't," he answered, "I've got the next two weeks off."

"Even worse," I said, "I have to pay you! I don't want you to waste half your time off to play tour guide!"

"It's ok," he shook his head, "I really don't mind."

"Are you sure?" I asked. He nodded.

I smiled. "Ok then, all we have to do is tear them away from each other," I gestured to the band and yelled, "You guys stop it!" They couldn't hear me, so I tried another approach. I stuck my index and middle fingers in my mouth and whistled as loud as I could. I'm the only person in the band who can do it.

As soon as I whistled, everyone stopped what they were doing and their heads shot up to look at me. Everything was silent. I grinned.

"I knew that would get your attention! Anyway, this," I gestured to Joel, "Is Joel. He agreed to be our tour guide while we're staying in Montreal. He's even offered to do it for free. Everyone has to be nice to Joel because he was nice first." Nobody seemed to have any objections...except Summer.

"Wait," she said as she stood up and composed herself, "Does that mean I don't have to scout out new interesting locations for us to visit and stuff?"

I nodded, "Is that a problem?"

"No," she shrieked, "It's great! For once, I get a break and I get a chance to relax too! I love you Joel!" She ran up to him and hugged him.

"I thought you loved me!" Gordon cried as he placed a hand over his forehead.

"I do," Summer said as she let go of Joel, "It's just that I love him too!" We all laughed. Trust Tinkerbell to come up with the most politically correct response possible!

"Anyway, umm, we need to tell Joel what kind of pizza we want," I told everyone.

"Oh we decided that ages ago!" Katie smiled, "All dressed without any onions or anchovies."

I put my hands on my hips, "Why did no one tell me this?"

"You looked so happy with your new friend we didn't want to disturb you," Frankie said with mock innocence.

Joel got us our pizza and, well, we ate it. It was different from the one back home. It wasn't as oily and it tasted different. It was better! Anyway, afterwards, we exchanged phone numbers with Joel and told him he started the next day. Then, we decided that we wanted to shop some more, at least, us girls did.

"What store do we check out next?" Michelle asked.

"How about that one?" I pointed to a fancy boutique that had cool clothes. We all agreed and went into the store. We were there for about 20 minutes when I realized that Freddy and Zack had disappeared.

"You guys," I said as I put a sparkly pink tank top bank on the rack. Everyone looked at me.

"Do you have any idea where Freddy and Zack went?" I asked.

"No," everyone shook their heads.

"I haven't seen them since we walked into the store," Michelle commented.

"Me either," Tomika nodded.

Just then, we heard Freddy's voice saying, "Presenting Zack Mooneyham and Freddy Jones!" Then, he and Zack popped out of nowhere and we started laughing hysterically.

Zack was wearing tight jeans, a red Paul Frank crop top, a red and black mesh trucker hat and red flip-flops. Freddy was wearing a pleated grey mini, a baby blue t-shirt with a white mesh top underneath, a white bandana and baby blue sandals. They looked ridiculous! We finally managed to drag them out, but not before they insisted on buying the clothes they had on. I don't know what they want with them, and I'm not sure I want to!

That evening, we watched a movie (girls' pick "10 Things I Hate About You") as our relaxing activity of the day. It wasn't so relaxing. When we made popcorn, it exploded in the hotel's microwave. When we started to watch the movie, we couldn't work the DVD remote and then realized the batteries were dead. Then, we couldn't find batteries. When we finally got everything working properly and were about to start the movie, it turned out that half of us weren't happy with where we were sitting. Finally, after nearly an hour of preparations, we started watching the movie. I was sitting on the floor with Katie and Freddy on either side of me. I was sitting with my legs crossed and half way through the movie, I felt them getting numb, so I decided to change position. When I started to stretch my legs out, I felt Freddy's arms wrap around my waist and pull me closer to him. I smiled. He kept one arm around me and started writing on my back with the index finger of the other hand. It felt nice. Then, he started whispering things in my ear, nice things, like, "I love you," and stuff like that. Freddy got cut off though.

When he was saying, "You're the most..." Zack interrupted by saying, "Ok Freddy, we know you love her, but we can't hear the movie over you! God, shut up!" He was saying it nicely though.

"Way to ruin the moment, dude," Freddy answered.

My thoughts exactly! I thought.

"Well, you two have ruined all the moments in the movie!" Summer shot back at him.

"Point taken," Freddy shrugged, "Let's go then Marta. We can tell where we aren't wanted." He got up and left. I decided to follow him. Once we had left the room, I decided to ask him.

"Freddy," I said.

"Huh," he looked at me.

I asked, "Where are we going?"

"To have fun," he grinned, "Come on! Dewey, Marta and I are going out for a bit." With that, he dragged me out of the hotel and we started walking around downtown Montreal. Freddy decided we should go to a club.

When we got to one that didn't look too trashy, the guy at the door let Freddy and me in without even asking for i.d.! I was surprised, but didn't have time to think about it much because Freddy grabbed my arm and headed for the dance floor. The song "Turn Me On" from Kevin Little started.

"I love this song," I grinned as I swayed my hips from side to side in time to the beat.

"I know," Freddy laughed, "You've only told me about 6 845 271 times!" I giggled and kept rotating my hips, while adding in some movement from my arms.

"Hey," Freddy said, "I'm thirsty. I'm going to go get a drink. Is that ok?"

I nodded, "I'll just keep dancing." Freddy nodded and walked towards the man serving the drinks.

"Hey," I heard a voice whisper in my ear. I turned around. It was a boy I had never seen in my life with blond hair and navy blue eyes.

"I've never seen you here before," he smiled, "Are you new in town."

"No," I shook my head, my blond ponytail swinging, "I'm just visiting."

"Oh," he said, "What's your name then?"

I grinned, "I'm not supposed to talk to strangers."

"If you tell me your name and I tell you mine, we won't be strangers anymore," he said as he came a little closer to me.

"You first," I said and edged further away from him.

"Fine, Eric," he answered, "Now you."

"Marta," I replied.

"It's a pretty name for a pretty girl," he said as he came even closer to me.

I smiled weakly, "Thanks, but I really should be going. My boyfriend is waiting for me."

"Oh no," Eric shook his head, his blue eyes glimmering in the flashy lights, "You're not going anywhere, unless it's with me." He grabbed my wrist when I tried to move away. I tried to pull away, but he was too strong.

"Let go of me," I tried in vain to get away from him.

"Nothing giving," he said, "Come on, how much do you want? Is 100 ok, how about 200?"

"What are you talking about?" I wrinkled my brow.

"You know," he said looking me over, taking everything about me in. I was wearing a black mini, black ankle boots, and a light green tank top with black designs, a black long-sleeved mesh top underneath, and my light green beaded necklace.

"No," I said firmly, "I don't."

"You know damn well," he paused to breathe, "What the fuck I'm talking about, now give it to me. We can go somewhere else you know." He smiled again and kissed my neck.

"Get away from me, you freak!" I shrieked. Unfortunately, nobody besides Eric heard me because of the loud music. He pressed my body towards him and kissed me on the lips, a long kiss. I would have bit him, but decided it wasn't a good idea since he was much stronger than I was. He pulled away to breathe for a minute and then started kissing me again.

Oh my God, I thought, this guy is psycho!

"Marta," I heard someone call my name.

Disclaimer: If I owned School of Rock, I wouldn't be writing this. I hope you get the message.

Thank-you's:

Super Monkey289: I like the dare too. I actually thought of it while playing with my sister and I was like, "Oh my God, I have to use that in my story!"

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Wyverna: Cool! I want that guitar too! I don't play guitar and I don't plan too, but it sounds really cool!

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Random Comments: Sorry this has taken so long! It's just that school started, I have loads of homework, and I was banned from the computer for a while too.

I was almost the only person in school who even cared Johnny Ramone died! When I read it on VH1, I started crying hysterically! In memory of him, I had a little moment of silence and played my favorite song of his (My Brain Is Hanging Up-Side Down...) three times in a row! Most of my teachers knew who he was (except my French teacher, our conversation turned out pretty funny though) and, like, five girls knew who he was! I felt depressed about it. They were all like, "Oh, who cares? It's just some dead old guy!" He was only 55! Besides that, at least he had talent! He was an awesome guitarist! If it were Britney Spears, who I can't stand because she can't sing and is the trashiest singer I know (besides Christina Aguilera, but I'm not even sure about that anymore), we'd be in mourning until the end of the school year!

Moving on, REVIEW...please?