Dewey opened his door to see four young faces, two of which looked up at him worriedly, and the other two just looked plain angry.

"So," he asked, "how did the dance go?"

"F-Fine," stammered Freddy, and turned to go. Unfortunately, Zack grabbed the back of his top, yanking him back to the door.

"Did something happen?" inquired Dewey.

"Nothing at all. It was amazing," said Summer, briskly. "We just came by to check if Band Practice is on tomorrow. Saturday, right?"

"Uh, I already told you it's not on until Monday. You guys, stop changing the subject! How did the dance go?"

"It sucked. You said you were going to do something about those two, and you're going to have to, right Katie?"

"Yes! They completely ruined the dance! Summer actually slapped Freddy! Look!" She pulled Freddy around to face Dewey, and showed him the red hand print. "Something is definitely going to have to be done. So, what are you going to do?"

"It's nearly midnight!" interrupted Freddy. "Why don't we talk about this in the morning?"

"No! This is it."

"Ok," said Dewey. "It's time to go see A.S."

"Ass?" queried Freddy.

"No, A. S." repeated Dewey.

"Who the hell is A.S?" asked Freddy, but Dewey only replied mysteriously:

"That's what you're going to find out. Zack, Katie, I'll see you later, ok?" They nodded, and walked off. "Now, you two are staying here tonight."

"What?" asked Freddy incredulously. "We can't! Well," with a glance at Summer, "I can't. My parents are expecting me back home," he finished, with a smug smile.

"Freddy Jones, you little liar!" Summer exclaimed. "Since when have your parents ever expected you home? Not since you were thirteen years old! Now, my parents expect me home at one am each night, so I'm afraid I'll have to see you in the morning, Dewey."

"No. No, you're not going to get away that easy," Dewey said, shaking his head.

"Dewey, you make it sound as though we're tricking you," smiled Summer. "We wouldn't do that, would we, Freddy?" Freddy stared at her in confusion.

"Yeah, that's what we're doing now!" He caught sight of Summer shaking her head frantically, and caught on. "I mean, no, no, why would we do that? We decided to get on, you see."

"Yeah, we're best friends now," added Summer, slowly backing out the room.

"Bestest friends, bestest best friends," said Freddy.

"We're such good friends, that we're going out now, to-to-"

"To have a picnic in the woods with the fairies!" said Freddy, quickly, and with that the two turned, and ran out the door. Dewey stared after them for a while, then smacked his forehead.

"Man, those two have done it again! How do they manage to trick someone with such superior intellect as me?" He then went off to eat some ice-cream from the tub.

Outside Summer and Freddy high-fived. "We did it, Jones, we did it!" laughed Summer. "Now we don't have to meet that A.S. Guy."

"You mean 'ass'?" smirked Freddy, winking. Summer giggled, then they both realised something – they were actually getting along. They stared at each other, and there was something between them. Summer broke it first, and smoothed down her dress, then Freddy looked away, and ran his hand through his hair.

"I mean, we would have done it faster if it hadn't been for you?" he said nervously, almost as if he were asking if this was right. Summer half-smiled, this was what she was used to.

"No way, Jones! This was all my idea."

"Oh, yeah? You couldn't think up an escape from a field."

"One word. Fairies."

"Fairies are awesome! Look, I don't have time for this. I'm going home."

"You could at least give me a lift."

"Aw, is ickle Summer afraid of walking home on her own? Is she afraid of the nasty-wasty monsters getting her?"

"No, I'm afraid of psychopaths getting me! In fact, I think I see one now. It's hideous!"

"Where? Where?" asked Freddy, looking around worriedly.
"It's got big ears, and a big mouth, and messy hair, and it's so ugly!"

"Where is it?!" screeched Freddy, trembling uncontrollably.

"It's... It's... It's you!" screamed Summer, before dissolving into hysterical laughter. Freddy growled, and leapt at her. Summer screamed again, as Freddy lifted her up, and flung her over his shoulder.

"Put me down, you big bully!" she called, teasing him. Freddy just laughed, and started to walk off. Summer beat on his back with her fists, but he just ignored her. It was all in fun, they both knew it. About half a metre away from the car he stopped, and put her down. She stared up at him, realising how little six years had changed him. His blonde spiky hair was the same, just spikier, and his eyes were the same as well, still big, and dark brown... chocolate brown... She violently shook her head. No! She was not thinking this! He's an obnoxious, rude, cocky, arrogant, self-centred jerk! Then why was she still looking up at him...? This time Freddy broke the spell by turning away, and walking to his car.

"C'mon," he said, sharply. "If you still want a lift home, then get in." The drive home was in silence, and when they got to Summer's house, she got out of the car and went into the house without even saying goodbye. Her parents were both in bed, as they'd long since given up waiting up for her.

She got changed into her old, baggy, lilac pj's, and crawled into her clean, white bed. She suddenly had an urge for her raggedy doll, which she hadn't had since she was ten. She'd given her up just after Dewey came, claiming she was too "rock 'n' roll" for things like that now, and that they were "kid's stuff". She suddenly remembered where she was, and standing up on her bed, she reached up to the top of her wardrobe. After feeling about, she touched something soft. Smiling, she slowly brought down Miss Princess Mopsy Head. Cradling her gently, she sat back down on her bed.

"Oh, Mopsy," she sighed, "what am I going to do? I think I've just fallen in love with my worse enemy." The doll just smiled back up at her, her stitched smile as calm and as loving as ever. Call Katie, she seemed to say. Call your best friend.

Summer snatched up her cell-phone, that she always kept on her pink princess table. She was sixteen, and a bit old for that now, but her bedroom made her feel like a little girl, and when she was confused it always calmed her down. She quickly punched in Katie's number, and lying on her bed, she counted the rings. It was always four rings when Katie picked up, and old habit from when they were kids.

-------Flashback------

"But Katie," Summer said, "why do you wait for four rings before answering the phone when Zack calls?" Katie sighed, Summer was so naïve.

"Because," Katie explained, "pick it up on three rings and a boy thinks you're eager, pick it up on five and he thinks you're not interested." Summer nodded, and since then both girls always waited exactly four rings before answering the phone.

----End Flashback----

"Hello?"

"Katie, it's Summer. I've got a problem."

"What is it?"

"I-I love Freddy."