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Zack and Katie sat together at his house, holding hands, and gazing into the fire. Finally Katie spoke.

"This is so cliché, Zack, you know that?"

Zack grinned. "I know."

Meanwhile, back in Summer-and-Freddy land...

Summer and Freddy were sat in Freddy's cave, watching the rain fall outside. That's right. It was raining. Summer sighed, causing Freddy to look over. What was wrong with her? He immediately ran through all the possibilities – pneumonia, cholera, TB, typhoid fever, fear of caves, fear of stone, fear of him... No! Stop worrying! This was Summer he was thinking about. No big deal. But still...

"What's wrong?" he asked, forcing his voice to sound unconcerned. Summer looked up at that. Freddy's voice sounded really weird, almost like he was trying to sound like Dewey, or something.

"Um, nothing. I'm just a bit cold, that's all. Do you think you could make a fire, or something?" she asked. Freddy laughed.

"Me? You're asking me to make a fire? You are. You're seriously asking me to make a fire. Oh yeah. Ohhh, yeah."

"Um, was that a stupid question?" asked Summer tentatively. Freddy grinned.

"Watch and learn, Tink, watch and learn." He stood up, and looked around the cave. There were no twigs to be found outside – it was raining, after all. No matter. He rummaged in one of his overly large pockets, and pulled out a few sweet wrappers. He put them on the floor, then going outside pulled up a clump of wet earth. Coming back he pulled a box of matches out of his pocket and, lighting one, threw it onto the pile of sweet wrappers. A few set alight, and he flung the wet mulch of grass onto it.

"What are you doing?" shrieked Summer, but Freddy just laughed.

"Come on, baby," he mumbled, kneeling in front of the fire, "come on. Do this for me, come on, you know you want to." At this point Summer knew Freddy had finally cracked. He was talking to a fire. Suddenly the wet earth crackled, and a few sparks shot out. Summer instinctively flinched back, but Freddy drew nearer. "Oh, yes." He got up and sat beside her.

"What was all that about?" she asked, very conscious of his warm Nirvana hoodie beside her.

"What was all what about?" he asked, not taking his eyes off the fire.

"Pyromaniac," she said, half to herself. "I should've known." Freddy dimly registered the fact that Summer had said something, but concentrated on looking at the fire, not daring to look away. If he looked away, he knew, he would have to look at Summer, and if he did that he would end up kissing her. Why, oh why, had he made himself sit beside her? Why?!

"Wha-What did you say?" he asked. Summer sighed, rolling her eyes.

"I merely said, if you'd bothered to listen, that I'm still cold." Now it was Freddy's turn to roll his eyes.

"Is that it?"

Summer looked at him, insulted. "What do you mean by that?"

"By what?" asked Freddy, still unable to bring himself to look at her.

"By saying is that it! That is not 'it', Freddy Jones, and you know it! I'm cold, not just cold but freezing, and however much you say it, that fire is not going to warm up! And look at me when I am speaking to you!" Freddy sighed, and forced himself to look at her... At her chocolate brown eyes... At her raven black hair... At her ruby red lips... "I said look at me when I'm speaking to you, not glare at me!" Freddy shook his head, pulling himself together.

"Sorry, Tinkerbell, here, take this."

"Take what?" Summer asked, but began to find out, as Freddy began pulling his hoodie off over his head. "Freddy... Freddy, what are you doing, Freddy? Please tell me you aren't going to strip, Freddy! Freddy!" Freddy finished taking his hoodie off, and handed it to her, with a slight smile on his face. Summer took it nervously.

"What... What is this for?"

"Well, you said you were cold, Tinkerbell, so if you put my hoodie on then you won't be, will you?" Summer glared at him, standing there in just his thin Metallica shirt. He'd meant for her to think something else, she knew it.

"Whatever," she said, pulling his hoodie on. When her head finally emerged from it, Freddy laughed. It actually suited her, even though the baggy top hung on her slender frame. It was way too big for her. And her hair was all mussed up.

"Here," he said softly, reaching out and brushing a strand of hair away from her face. Summer felt his warm breath on her face, saw his face inches away from her own. The atmosphere became charged... Something was going to happen...

BEEEEP! Beep, beep, beeep, beep, beep, beeep, beep, beep beep beep BEEP!

They both jumped practically a mile in the air.

"Eek!" squeaked Summer. "Oh my gosh! What was that?" Freddy didn't say anything, just gasped. "Freddy! Tell me! Oh, my gosh!" she exclaimed breathlessly.

"It... was my... cell phone," Freddy got out at last, laughing.

"Your cell phone," Summer repeated. "That was your cell phone." Freddy nodded, still laughing. "I knew it was your cell phone." Freddy managed to calm down, then looked her directly in the eye.

"Sure you did, Tinkerbell."

"I did!" she insisted, but Freddy still didn't believe her. "Fine. I may not have known exactly what it was at first, but still..." Freddy sniggered quietly. "Oh, shut up, Jones! Aren't you just going to answer the stupid thing?" Freddy dug in his pocket, and brought out his cell phone.

"Uh, y'ello?... Hey, Zack man! What's up?... Uh-huh... Yup... You wanna see a picture of us? Why?... To make sure we're not killing each other?... But... I-... Fine!" He swung his phone round in Summer's direction, and took a picture. "It's on it's way, ok? What?... Yes, of course it is just Summer!... You want to see us both?... Dude, you're like my mom... Fine!" He flipped his phone shut, then re-opened it, and put it onto camera.

"Come here," he said roughly. Summer pouted.

"No. You come here, then!"

Freddy took a deep breath. "Summer, now is not the time to go all giggly and girly on me, ok? Just come here!"

Summer frowned. "Now you listen to me, Freddy Jones! I am not giggly or girly! I am myself, and I will certainly not go over there after you have taken the liberty of being utterly patronizing and condescending! Now, you come over here, or Zack isn't going to get his picture!"

Freddy sighed, and making a big show of it, made his way over to Summer. Throwing his arm around her he raised the phone and took a picture of them. Summer couldn't help being aware of his arm... around her. She shook herself, and pushed her way out from under his arm. Freddy looked hurt for a minute, but the next second the look was gone, and Summer was sure she'd imagined it. Freddy pressed a few buttons on his phone, and growled.

"How the hell do you work this thing?" Summer went over to him, and took the phone from him. Their fingers touched, and their hands found each other. Their fingers became interlocked, and then they were holding hands. Summer looked up at him, with a nervous feeling in her stomach, a mixture of butterflies and sickness. He looked down at her, with a warmth in his eyes that she'd never seen before. He came closer, and closer, and then they kissed. Fireworks went off in her head, and she knew what people meant by the perfect kiss... Breaking away, she busied herself with his phone, sending the picture to both Zack and Katie. A few minutes later it was her phone that went off, meaning she'd got a text. She opened it.

OMG, SUM! He kissed you! I can't believe it – I thought you hated him! And how did you manage to get his NIRVANA HOODIE?! He loves that hoodie! Text me back RIGHT NOW, no, wait, PHONE ME!!!!! NOW!!!! Lots 'n' lots 'n' LOTS of love (although not as much as you're getting off Freddy ;)) from Katie. P.S. TEXT ME BACK!!! No, RING ME!!!!!!

Summer gazed at it in shock, barely hearing Freddy's phone go off next to her. She quickly rang Katie.

"Katie – how do you know?!" She could hear Katie's squeals and giggles clearly.

"How could I not know!" shrieked Katie. "Freddy sent me that movie!" Wait – movie?

"It was a photo, wasn't it?" Summer asked confused. "And, what, it wasn't of us kissing, was it?"

"Oh, my gosh, Summer! Don't act all innocent with me! I saw that kiss – it definitely had tongue!"

"Ewww! No way! Wait – don't distract me! What movie?!" screamed Summer down the phone. Katie gasped.

"Oh, my gosh! He didn't tell you he made that movie?"

"WHAT MOVIE?!" yelled Summer.

"Hold on one minute; I'll call you back after I've sent you... this... movie." Summer could hear Katie busily pressing buttons on the other end of the phone, then the dialing tone. She bit her nails anxiously, waiting for the familiar beep beep that would tell her that the movie was here.

Beep beep.

Summer almost dropped the phone, she was so surprised. Fumbling with it, she quickly opened it, and there it was again, their hands meeting, then her looking up at him, then... Hey, could you get this in slow motion?... No! Don't think like that! Be mad! At him! She marched over to Freddy.

"You took a movie of us?!" she screamed.

"What?" Freddy's brow furrowed. "Movie? I told you, Summer, I took a picture."

"Picture, my ass!" she yelled, then realized how that sounded, and blushed. Freddy took this as a good sign, his trademark smirk beginning to appear.

"Summer, I – "

"Shut the hell up, Jones!" She was angrier than she'd ever been in her life. "I can't believe you took a movie! I mean, is that all I am to you? Some trophy show girl to, to parade around? To take pictures, no, movies of us, and send them all through your phone book?!"

"But, Summer – "

"Don't you dare interrupt me now!" She was on a roll, he realized, it'd probably take her a few hours to wear herself out. "In fact, do!" What? That was unexpected. "Do interrupt me! Tell me! Tell me why the hell you took a photo – no- a movie of us!"

"There's an 'us' now?" Freddy inquired, smoothly.

"Not the point, Jones!"

"But I didn't. Take. The picture!"

"Sure. Then how did that movie get on – " Summer stopped abruptly. She had a horrible feeling in her stomach.

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

Freddy pressed a few buttons on his phone, and growled.

"How the hell do you work this thing?" Summer went over to him, and took the phone from him... She sent the picture to Zack and Katie...

------End Flashback-----

Summer's hands flew to her mouth. "Oh, my gosh."