You've taken my girlfriend, my friends, my band, my health... What more do you want?
You, Freddy. I want you.
Freddy sighed as he walked into Band Practice, now the only place that he felt accepted. He saw past the dark, unfriendly faces, past the unwelcoming looks, but he noticed the smiles. They weren't happy smiles. They weren't friendly smiles. They were smiles that meant he was going to get hurt, and they were smiles that meant they couldn't wait for it.
It doesn't matter. None of it matters. The main thing was that he was in the band. He was still a drummer. He still had his music.
I guess you know what's coming next. He knew what was coming next. He walked over to his drums, and she bobbed up from where she'd been hiding behind the bass.
"Surprise," she grinned. He looked round in disbelief. Knowing that something is going to happen doesn't make it any easier when it finally does.
"What..." He licked his lips, for some reason his mouth was dry. They couldn't do this. They couldn't take his music away. "What is she doing here?"
"She's my girlfriend," said Zack.
"She's our friend," said Summer, who had taken over bass while Katie was in hospital.
"She's the new drummer," said Lawrence.
"New... drummer..." repeated Freddy, trying to comprehend it.
"You have done wrong, Freddy. You hurt her. You didn't believe us. You did wrong, Freddy." Freddy stared at them. What the hell was going on here? It was like he'd been sucked into some freaky 60's sci-fi movie. He half expected them to turn to Wyverna and say 'You're one of us, now.' Then they'd start chanting it. One of us. One of us. One of us.
He snickered, and Zack glared at him. "It's just all one big joke to you, isn't it? You never take anything seriously, including this band! Well, lucky for you, you don't have to anymore! You're out of the band, Freddy." He gasped.
"No! You can't do this to me!" Zack rolled his eyes.
"For goodness' sake, Freddy, get over yourself. The vote was unanimous. You're out. You don't belong here anymore." Wyverna came over to Zack, and he put his arm around her shoulders. She smiled at Freddy. To anyone else it would've looked like a nice, friendly smile, but he could see it for what it really was: pure evil. He raised his arm and pointed a shaky finger at her.
"It's her, dude. She's caused all this. It's all her fault." Zack sighed.
"Stop blaming her for your mistakes. Just... just leave, Freddy."
"But, Zack, you don't understand! She's only going out with me to get to you! I mean, the other way round! She's going out with you to get to me! She wants me! Can't you see?"
"Like I said, get over yourself! Not everything is about you, Freddy! Go! Now! Before I have to call security."
"But Zack -"
"Frankie, Leonard? Take him away."
Freddy tried to struggle, but they'd been in their job just too long. As he landed on his back, he stared at the closed door and listened to the faint strains of music coming out. He wished – oh, how he wished – that it was him sat behind that drum kit. He walked down the steps, and out the door. He leant against the wall, and looked up at the window high above him, then back down. He was just about to go home when
Splash! He looked back up at the window and caught sight of Wyverna's calmly smiling face above him.
"Zack," she called, "Zack! He's all wet, maybe we should let him come in and warm up." He heard Zack call back a reply.
"You're too nice, 'Verna, you know that?" She giggled, and came away from the window. Freddy slumped against the wall. He was cold, he was wet, and he had no band. How could his life get any worse?
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Two hours later, Freddy made his way home. His Green day shirt clung to him like a sodden rag, his perfectly spiked hair was now plastered to his head, and his was shaking badly, due to the fact that every time he started to dry off slightly, another water bomb was thrown at him. Perhaps he should've moved, but he was just too depressed. He walked into his house, shivering non-stop, and leaving a trail of water droplets behind him. He started to sneak upstairs, but his mom heard him.
"Freddy? Is that you?" He sighed.
"Yes, mom, it's me. I'm going upstairs, ok?"
"Just you come here one minute! What's all this water all over?" He went over to his mom. "Freddy David Jones! Where the heck have you been?"
"Don't you mean 'where the hell', mom?"
"Don't use that language with me!"
"Whatever, mom."
"Freddy! Don't go! Come here, now! Your lips are blue!" She took his arm. "Can't you stop shivering?" He shook his head, his teeth chattering. "I'd better get you to hospital right away."
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He lay in the hospital bed, still shaking. He had a mild case of hypothermia. This meant, apparently, that he was very cold. In his opinion, it didn't take a doctor to work that one out. He had a hot water bottle, he was surrounded by heaters and he had about five massive fluffy padded quilts on. He didn't feel cold, but he was still shivering. He had to stay in hospital at least overnight. The nurse came into the room, refusing to look at him since he'd flirted with her last time. Half-heartedly, but still. He was Freddy Jones, and it was expected of him. He didn't know who expected it of him anymore, but still.
"Visitor for Freddy Jones," she announced, then left the room.
"Mom?" he asked.
"No. Me." He raised himself up on his arm, and caught sight of her. He let himself fall back down.
"What do you want? You've taken my girlfriend, my friends, my band, my health... What more do you want?"
"You, Freddy. I want you."
"You mean..." He sighed. What had he got to lose? And at least this way he might be able to at last show Zack what she was really like. But then, on the other hand, it was her. The girl who'd taken everything from him. "You mean you want me to go out with you?"
She nodded. "Yes, Freddy. I always have."
He sighed. She was pretty. She was psycho.
What on earth should he do?
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And you know what? It's up to you to decide. Even if he does say yes, they won't be going out for long. So vote – yes or no. I'll write the total results down, so you know I'm not making it up. Which is stupid, 'cause if I was I wouldn't leave it up to you to decide, would I? Duh. So, review and vote! Next chapter will definitely be the last. Definitely
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