As promised, Katie came over almost straight away, and the two teenagers went shopping. They went to the mall, and started looking through the shops. It took them a while, and they stopped for lots of rests, but they found the perfect outfits for the two of them.

Later in Summer's room, they got ready. Katie focused on Summer first, and she had no idea what Katie was doing, as she didn't let Summer look in a mirror.

"Ok," said Katie, "you can look now." She took the sheet off from where she'd hung it over the mirror. "What do you think?" Summer could only stare, open-mouthed. She was not only wearing make-up (a first for her) but jeans and a top. Summer had never worn jeans in her life before, saying they were too 'scruffy'.

Katie had been getting ready while Summer was staring, and now came to stand next to her. She was wearing blue jeans, with a purple velvet dress over it. She looked amazing, they both did.

"Well," said Katie, smiling slightly, "Zack's here." They went out to the cab, and met Zack. "Where's Freddy?" asked Katie.

"Oh, he got bored of waiting, so he went on ahead and said he'd meet you there. Katie, you look gorgeous."

"Thanks," said Katie, smiling. "What do you think of Summer?" Zack glanced at her, then looked back.

"Summer? That's Summer?" Summer bit her lip, nervously.

"Is it that bad?" she whispered.

"Bad? Summer, you look way different. You look really cool, though. I don't think Freddy will recognise you. Really, I'm not joking. I really don't think he will." Summer smiled, then remembered she hated Freddy, and rolled her eyes.

"Good. Maybe that way I won't have to speak to him, or even look at him."

They rolled up outside the club, and went in. It was all black, with a sculpture of a red apple hanging from the ceiling. The bouncer on the door knew them, and let them in straight away. Katie turned back.

"Hey, you seen Freddy?" The bouncer (his name was Sim) frowned slightly.

"Oh, c'mon Sim, you know him!" This was Summer joining in. She was by far Sim's favorite, he acted quite paternal sometimes, and always called her Princess. He didn't like Freddy at all, another reason he and Summer got on well.

"Well, for you, Princess, I might... Blonde kid, acts real smart, bit of a jerk?"

"Yeah, that's him!"

"Yeah, he's inside." Sim jerked his head to gesture whereabouts. Summer smiled.

"Thanks, Sim, you're a star!"

"Yeah, well, you owe me one, Princess!" he said gruffly, as Summer hugged him, before following the others in. Inside it was packed, and dark. She could just tell which figures were Zack and Katie.

"Can you see him?" asked Katie.

"No. Come on, let's dance. You coming, Summer?"

"No, I might get a drink."

"Ok, but watch out for Freddy." Summer smiled, Zack was still adamant that Freddy wouldn't recognise her. She made her way to the bar, pushing a few people aside, and said hi to the barman. She didn't come here a lot, but because she was so nice and polite, which was unusual in the Red Apple, most people remembered her, and liked her.

"Hey, Joe. My usual, thanks."

"Summer? That you?"

"Well, yeah, Joe. Who else would it be?" she said, laughing.

"I don't know. Wow, Summer, you sure look different."

"Good different, or bad different?"

"Just different, different. You staying like that?"

"Like this? I don't think so. It's nice for a change, but I don't think I'll keep this look."

"Good. It suits you, but I like the old Summer. Here's your drink." He passed it over, and she took a sip of it, swiveling on the high bar stool. After a few minutes someone came over, and sat beside her. She ignored them, and took another sip of her drink.

"Hey, what's a pretty girl like you doing here? Shouldn't you be dancing with your boyfriend?" The voice was unmistakable. Freddy. She turned to face him, and searched his face for any sign of recognition, but it was blank. As far as he was concerned, he'd never met her before in his life. Maybe he'd recognise her voice.

"No, I don't have a boyfriend," she said, humoring him. No, he still didn't know who she was. Maybe she'd have a little fun with him...

"You're joking?! You don't have a boyfriend? This must be my lucky day." Summer giggled, trying to sound like those air-headed bimbos he usually went for.

"I'll be back in a minute," she said. "I've just got to go re-do my make-up."

"I'll stay right here," he said, winking at her. She smiled at him, and got up and went. He sighed, and re-arranged his position on the bar stool into a more comfortable one. He didn't really know what he was doing, he wasn't in the mood to be like this. There was just something about the girl... Maybe she'd make him forget about Tinkerbell. About Summer. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about her since the night of the prom. Not that he liked her, or anything.

In the bathroom Summer did her make-up, putting a bit more on until she was sure Freddy wouldn't recognise her. She put on some thick eyeliner, and some darker eyeshadow. She put on some dark lipstick, and then, satisfied that her disguise, as she thought of it, was Freddy-proof, she headed back to meet him. She sat back on the bar stool.

"You know," he said, "you remind me of someone I know."

"Really? Who?"

"Oh, just this girl. She's called Tinker – Summer. She's called Summer."

"I'm prettier than her though, aren't I?" she asked, pouting.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, yeah, much prettier." Smiling, she invited him to dance, and he accepted. They were about half-way through the song, when it got too much for both of them.

"Look – "

"Excuse me – "They both laughed.

"You first," said Summer.

"Thanks. Look, this isn't going to work. I thought that just 'cause you look like this girl I know you might be like her. You're really different, though, and this isn't right. I've got to go." Summer nodded, and leaving him headed for the girls' bathroom. She felt so wrong, like she was who Freddy thought she was. Like she was just another of his air-heads. This wasn't her. She scrubbed off her make-up, and went out of the bathroom, and out of the club.

The next day was Sunday, and she went over to Zack's at two o'clock exactly, as always. She was wearing a red shirt, and a neat black skirt, and she loved it. She wasn't a 'rocker', or a bimbo. She was who she was, and she liked who she was, too. Zack answered the door, and smiled at her.

"Hey, Summer. What a surprise." They laughed, and he held the door further open. "Come on in." They went up to his room, and he shushed her, before opening his door wide.

"Presenting... Miss Summer Anne Hathaway!" She walked in, smiling.
"Hello, Mr Zackary Joseph Mooneyham. Good day, Miss Kathryn Marie Brown. Hey, Jones."

"What was that for?" he protested.

"I don't know, Zack's the one who decided to go all formal."

"I didn't mean that, you know what I mean."

"Really? Then enlighten me. Oh, sorry, was that too clever for you?"

"Oh, ha, ha. I know what 'enlighten' means, and I will enlighten you. Why did you say 'Jones'?"

"It's your name, isn't it? Or would you prefer something closer to your character, like 'idiot', 'jerk', or 'screwball'?"

"You called all them by their first names! Why wasn't I 'Mr Frederick David Jones'?"

"Why should you be? Are you jealous of a few words?"

"Not at all, Anne." Freddy hit a nerve. Summer hated being called by her middle name.

Summer spoke through gritted teeth. "Don't call me that."

"Why not?" Katie threw Freddy a warning look, but he ignored her. "Anne."

"I said don't call me that. My mother callsme that." Summer hated her mother; they were always getting at each other, and didn't have a good relationship. Freddy smirked, at last he'd found a good way to annoy Summer.

"Call you what? Anne?" Summer nodded, slowly.

"Anne Anne Anne AnneanneanneanneanneANNE!" he gabbled. Summer flew at him.

"DON'T YOU EVER CALL ME THAT AGAIN YOU IDIOT... STUPID..."She locked her hands around his neck, and began to attempt to throttle him. "JACKASS... IMBECILE..." If the situation hadn't been so real, it would have been funny. Freddy was hunched over, going red, trying to lift Summer off where she was clinging on around his neck. Freddy was tall, and looked nineteen, whereas Summer was still tiny, and looked only about fifteen still. Katie was nearly in tears.

Eventually Zack managed to separate them, and Freddy massaged his neck, trying to get some feeling back. He looked at Summer.

"You idiot!" he spat.

"I told you not to call me 'Anne', Jones," she flung back.

"Ok," said Katie, angrily, "this is really, really, it! We are taking you both to Dewey's, and not leaving until something is actually done about you both."