At two twenty-five they were stood outside Dewey's door.
"Ok," said Zack, patiently, "can me and Katie let go of you now?" Summer and Freddy nodded, solemnly. Zack let go of Freddy and he stood there, glaring at Summer. Katie carefully released her grip on Summer, and she put her hands on her hips, scowling at Freddy. Zack checked his watch.
"One... two... three..."
"Jerk."
"Prep." Katie and Zack immediately grabbed the back of their tops, each stepping back, and dragging Summer and Freddy back with them. Katie sighed.
"I really didn't want to have to get Dewey involved again, but what can we do? Besides sending Freddy to Australia and Summer to Timbuctoo." Zack smiled at her.
"We're doing the right thing. We can't go on like this." Katie reached for his hand, but because they were separating Summer and Freddy they couldn't reach. This time Zack sighed. "The sooner this is over, the better." Raising his hand, he rung the bell.
Rrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Dewey's tired voice came over the intercom.
"H-hello?"
"Dewey - why are you tired? It's twenty five past two."
"I know but I have a - "
"Hangover?"
"Hangover?"
"Hangover?"
"Hangover?"
"Hangover," agreed Dewey.
"Well, we need to see you. Summer nearly killed Freddy."
"You're kidding. Oh, no. What you gonna do."
"You don't sound too surprised."
"I knew something like this was coming. It was just a matter of time. Ah, well. Send them up. On second thoughts - "
"I didn't know you had first thoughts."
"Whatever, dude. Anyway, come up with them. I don't want them outsmarting me again."
"After all, it's not very hard to do."
"What is this - get at Dewey day?"
"Yup. First of the month."
"No it's not!" He sighed. "Forget it. Just bring them up." Zack nodded, then remembering Dewey couldn't see him, added;
"No problem-o, big dude." Pressing the button to end the call, he opened the door, and shoved Freddy into the hallway.
"Hey!" Freddy protested. "What was that fo?r"
"Do you really want me to answer that?"
"I guess not." Following Freddy up the stairs, he turned around and gestured for Katie to follow him. Pushing Summer in the door, she did so. They made it up the stairs with no comments from either Freddy or Summer, and into Dewey's. Freddy and Summer were pushed into beanbags on opposite sides of the room, and Katie and Zack sat in between them, holding hands.
"Ok," said Dewey. "I'm taking you to see the Sage." He dragged them down stairs, and into the back of his van. "You two can go now," he added, looking at Katie and Zack. "I will take care of them this time. I swear on pain of listening to Britney Spears."

"Why do you fight? Do you want to fight? Do you enjoy it?" asked the wizened old man, sat cross-legged in front of the two teens.
"No," said Summer, softly. Freddy glanced at her.
"You wanna be friends with me, Tink?" he asked, smirking.
"No!" Summer snapped, glaring at him. "I meant that I don't want to, because it's not fair on Zack and Katie! They need privacy, and time alone, and they can't get that with me kicking your ass all the time!"

"Excuse me? You kicking my ass? I think you've got that the wrong way around, Tinkerbell." "'Excuse me? You kicking my ass?'" she mimicked him. "Why do you put so much expression into words?"

"Tell me," interrupted the Sage. "Can you tell me something?" Freddy and Summer looked at each other.
"Uh, probably," answered Freddy.
"Then tell me. When was the first time you both fought against each other?" "I'll tell him," said Summer quickly. "It all started on my first day at kindergarten.

------Flashback-----
A much younger Summer skips into the classroom, happily clutching her books against her chest.
"Hello, everyone!" she says, brightly. "What a wonderful day it is today!" "Hello!" says the teacher. "You must be Summer. What a wonderful child you are!" Summer smiles, happily.
"Thank you! You're too kind." "No-one could ever be too kind to you, Summer!" says a child, running up. "You're amazing!" "I see you've already made a friend, Summer," says the teacher, smiling.
"I want to be her friend!" says another child.
"No, me!" "Don't worry," says Summer. "We can all be friends!" A little girl sighs in admiration.
"Oh, Summer. You're so wise!" Summer gives the little girl a special smile.
"We can all be wise, if we learn!" The sun shines through the window, bathing Summer in light. One of the other children puts a silver tinsel halo on her head, left over from an old Nativity play. The rest of the children take Summer's hands, and they all form a circle, singing "Kum By Yah". Then, from a dark corner of the classroom, another boy crawls over. He's dirty, and dusty, and his hair is scraped back with gel. The boy comes bounding into the circle, laughing evilly.
"Mwahahaa!" Summer gasps, as the boy comes straight towards her. "I'm jealous of you, because you're really pretty and everyone likes you! Therefore I'm going to make your life hell!" "If it stops you from picking on other children, then so be it," Summer says nobly. "Before I further commit myself to this life of hell, tell me one thing. What's your name?" "Freddy Jones." ------End Flashback------

"No!" Freddy said, angrily. "That's not how it happened at all!" "Oh, really?" said Summer, with a superior smile. "How about you tell us all how it really happened, then?" "Alright then, I will!"

------Flashback-
A nice little boy sits in the classroom. "'Nice'? That's the best you could come up with?" "Hey, I didn't interrupt your flashback, so stay out of mine! Anyway – A gorgeous little boy sits in the classroom, smiling round at everyone. His golden hair is neatly combed, and his chocolate brown eyes radiate happiness and warmth. Suddenly, a little girl comes running up.
"Freddy, King of Kindergarten, I have a problem!" "Now, now," says Freddy, smiling down at the little girl. "I told you you didn't have to call me that title." "Oh, but I want to," replies the girl, blinking up at him.
"Well, if you must," says Freddy. "Continue." "This other girl has stolen my dolly, but she says it's hers. What shall we do?" "Bring me the doll, and bring the girl." "Of course, sir," says the little girl, before running off. A few minutes she is back, and another girl is with her. This new girl is clutching the doll tightly, her eyes narrowed evilly, and she stares at Freddy, giving him the evil eye.
"This is the girl, my king," says the first girl, who is called Josie. "She has no respect for other people and their things, and she has no friends." She added in a whisper, "She's ugly, too." "Don't say that," says Freddy.
"But it's true!" argues Josie.
"I know, but the poor girl can't help it." At that moment the evil girl spits at Freddy. "She obviously doesn't know how to behave," adds Freddy. "Now, hear what I have to say. You both say this doll is yours." "She's called Miss Princess Mopsyhead," says Josie.
"This is the solution to your problem. Miss Princess Mopsyhead will be torn in two, and you shall each have half." Josie gives a shriek, and throws herself at the King's feet.
"No! Don't do it! Just let her have it instead!" "Yay! Miss Princess Mopsyhead is mine!" says the evil girl, running off with the doll. Freddy helps Josie to her feet.
"That was a very noble thing you just did. So now, you can have this doll instead." "This one is even nicer! Thank you, King Freddy! Can I marry you when we're older?" "Maybe, Josie," says Freddy, smiling regally. "Maybe. But first, tell me one thing. What is the name of this evil girl?" "Summer," whispers Josie. "Summer Hathaway." ------End Flashback------

"And that's how it happened," Freddy said, smiling triumphantly.
"Did not!" "Did so!" "Did not!" "Did so!" "Did no -" "Stop this childish bickering and listen to what I have to say," interrupted the Sage. "You two? Your task is simple. Go to the top of yonder mountain, and retrieve from there a pitcher of clear spring water. Bring that here to me, and I will make it so you no longer argue." "What?" "Freddy? Don't you understand what he's saying?" asked Summer, with a smug smile.
"Yes... no." "We go to the top of that mountain, and bring him back some water from the top of it." "I so knew that!" "Sure you did." "I did!" "That's what I said. Sure you did." "Excuse me?" said the Sage, neatly stopping another argument. "Are you going to go?" "Yes!" hissed Freddy and Summer at exactly the same time. They raced out of the room, not noticing the Sage's mellow smile.
"Game on."

I'm really, really sorry but my Word has gone all screwy, so it's in a really weird format. Much apologies.