Okey…so I didn't update on a daily basis…oh well…skool started and stuff is pretty hectic…in fact I shuldn't even be doin this..shuld b studying…but oh well…for my lovely lovely readers………

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Chapter 5: Take My Hand

So it was done. Freddy Champanhet Jones and Summer May Hathaway were officially going out. Of course it was only a dare, but only the band was to know. Everyone else had to believe that they were going out, even their parents. Not that their parents would object of course. Freddy's parents loved Summer for her straight As and responsibility, while Summer's parents loved Freddy for his family's social status. It was a perfect match to everyone but our two "lovebirds". They were both still seething at the dare on the outside, but somehow, felt little tugs at their heart. Freddy even almost started whistling. Freddy hadn't whistled ever since his ex-best friend and cousin, Devon Lyre, had been sent away to a psychiatric ward for erotic-mania#. Erotic-mania is when an individual is so deeply infatuated with another individual, that he or she imagines having a deep and loving relationship with that individual, and actually believes that the relationship had in reality happened. Devon Lyre had been in love with his perfect teacher when he was in 3rd grade, and had been so infatuated, that he started acting like her boyfriend and threatening others who she loved, even though she was almost 20 years older. Luckily, he had been diagnosed before he could do any harm to anybody. However, Freddy had lost a best friend that had been around since the very day of his birth. Devon was born a day before Freddy, on the 24th of December. Their mothers, who were sisters, had requested that they and their children be put into the same wards. Thus, Devon had always been with Freddy since ever. Until the 3rd grade. Until now, Freddy had never heard from him, though he picked up from his parents that Devon had actually been released a year ago, in 7th grade. However, Freddy had never made an effort to contact him. He just didn't. He couldn't.

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Freddy looked into the mirror and saw the image of perfection. But wait, not quite perfection – there was one particular strand of hair that didn't quite stand right. It never was right. That strand of hair was always rather obstinate, with a mind of its own. It was the one that always stood up in the wrong place on the days where Freddy needed his hair to be just perfect. Days just like today. He reached for his tube of extra strength gel and squeezed a large amount onto his hands. With great skill, Freddy attempted to tame that wild strand of hair, but to no avail. Finally, Freddy gave up. He looked at himself in the mirror, and a hot dashing young man decked in a pair of black low-crotch jeans and a white undershirt with an open grey button-up shirt smiled back at him. Freddy tried a few poses, flashing his brilliant smile. Or smiles. Freddy had many different types of smiles, which showed his emotions though they were all smiles. Suddenly, Freddy's checking-out of himself was interrupted…

"Hot date huh, son…" Mr. Jones boomed from the stairwell with the trademark Jones smirk. Without thinking, Freddy replied…

"Yea… Real hot date…" His father guffawed his infectious laugh. It was really amusing for him to see his son serious about a girl. The same little boy who had thought that little girls grew from "cooty trees" (Yes, Freddy was a strange kid who went the extra mile) was now the same young man getting ready for a hot date. Kids grew up too fast. Too fast for even pictures and journals to record. Only memories were fast enough. But memories faded. Mr. Jones sighed at his teenage son and continued bugging him.

"So who's the unfortunate girl who gets the 'honour' of going out with my son?"

"It's Sum…" Suddenly, Freddy realized what he had said earlier. He had told his father that Summer was a hot date. Well, his dad didn't know it was Summer yet, but Freddy did. And it scared Freddy to think that he thought that Summer was a hot date. Summer wasn't a hot date! Summer was an annoying prick of a manager that was NOT a hot date. And it wasn't even a normal date, it was a dare…yes that's right Jones, keep telling yourself that and maybe you can trick yourself into believing that. Suddenly, Freddy's thoughts were interrupted by a cough from his father. Mr. Jones shot his son a questioning glance.

"Um Kiddo, penny for your thoughts? Your face looked pretty constipated there…" Freddy considered for a moment, opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again.

"Nah, I'll pass Dad. But thanks."

"No problem, son. Just remember, I'm always here if you need big people advice. And I love you."

"I love you too Dad."

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"Summer! You can't catch me! You can't catch me!" 5-year-old Jasmine taunted. Summer laughed and continued to chase the bushy-haired bundle of energy around the yard. Jumping over a tree log, Jasmine raced, ducked and dived, escaping the grasp of her older friend. As Summer skidded over the grass, strands of her dark hair escaped her loose ponytail, flying into her face. Suddenly, she felt a little tug at the end of her moose cartoon shirt. Just as she was about to trip, she steadied herself and looked down at the little boy who had tugged her shirt.

"Yes Jesse?" Summer said concerned to the 3-year-old whose eyes were brimming with tears.

"There's a boo boo on my pinky Summer, and it really really hurts…" The little one said while tears spilled down his rosy little cheeks.

"It's all right Jesse," Summer said while sitting down and pulling the boy onto her lap, "Summer will make it feel all better okay?" She hugged the little boy and softly blew on his tiny finger. Whispering comforting words into his little scrunched up face, she kissed him lightly on the finger, then on his forehead.

"All better Jesse?" The little boy nodded as he wiped away his tears, and a sunny smile crept onto his face. As they got up, Summer felt a tug again on her shirt. She looked down to see little Jasmine pointing at something.

"What's the matter Jasmine?" Summer said with a comforting smile on her face as she watched Jesse run off towards a butterfly.

"There's a stranger boy that's been looking at you for a long time, Summer. And he smiles funny." Jasmine replied giggling at the object she was pointing at. Summer followed her finger and brought her gaze to a certain familiar blonde head. Suddenly, a wave of realization hit her. Summer rolled her eyes at herself and quickly sent the children back to their house. As they said their goodbyes, Summer felt someone approaching her. As she turned around, she saw the one and only notorious Freddy Jones.

"Oh my gosh! Freddy! I'm so sorry…I totally forgot about our da…" Summer trailed off embarrassed.

"Date…" Freddy replied, or rather smirked.

"Yea, that…"

"So what was so important that you forgot a date with ME." Freddy said jokingly. But on the inside, he was hurting though he didn't know it himself. Embarrassment waved over him. Freddy has spent so much time and work on getting ready for this date, but Summer had forgotten about it. Freddy was dressed to perfection and ready, while Summer was standing there in jean shorts and a moose cartoon shirt flustered from running, and her hair sticking to her face and falling out of her ponytail. Though Summer did look really hot red-faced, sweaty and in those rather short shorts. But of course, Freddy wouldn't admit that.

"Oh, just playing with my neighbours' kids. They're such sweethearts. Don't you just love kids?" Summer replied.

"No. Not really. Let's see, they're annoying, tiny, and annoying." Freddy said back haughtily.

"Psh Freddy. No girl is gonna want to marry you, all girls love kids." Summer said laughingly.

"Well, you're the one going out with me Summer."

"Not by choice." The minute Summer said it, she felt uncomfortable. As expected, Freddy was silenced and a pained expression flickered across his eyes, but they were soon to be replaced by a look of resilience and cool. It was as if the expression never crossed his face. Finally, Freddy ended the awkward silence.

"So you gonna change or what?"

"Oh, sorry. We're not going anywhere fancy right? Coz I'm too lazy to change out of these shorts, I'm just going to change my top."

"Yea go ahead…" Freddy said like he didn't care. Though he really did, because Summer looked really good in those shorts…

"Okay! Be down in a second!" As he watched Summer "fly" into her house, Freddy prepared for a long wait. From experience, when girls had said a second, it had meant half an hour. But this time it was different. Summer wasn't down in a second, but she was far from half an hour. In fact, she took five minutes. There was no make-up on her face, except for a hint of raspberry shine lip gloss on her lips. Summer was definitely different from all the other girls.

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"So what are we going to do Freddy?" Summer and Freddy were walking side by side down the street leading towards downtown. And their hands were almost touching. Not quite, but almost.

"What do you want to do?" Freddy said back. His hand reached for hers, but drew back. There was nothing wrong with holding her hand right? I mean, they were going out. It didn't mean that he liked her; it just meant that he was trying to convince others that they really were going out. So there was no-one here to convince, but acting was 100 all the time right? Right?

"I don't know, I'm fine with anything. What's there to do?" Summer looked down as his hand brushed hers. A jolt of electricity passed through her body. Wait no, that didn't just happen, because that would mean that she had a crush on Freddy. No, it was static electricity. Yes that was it. Static electricity in the end of June.

"Why don't we just grab some food at Mandy's, and then we can do something fun. Like the movies or something." Come on Freddy! What's your problem today. She's just another girl. Whose hand you can hold. It's no big deal. Just reach out with your fingers, and hold her hand! Yes! Almost there! You're touching her fing…FREDDY!!!!!

"Not the movies please! All the people in there just make out and grope each other. I think some even have sex in a theatre…" There it was again. The fingers brushing her hand. Followed by that shock of electricity. The STATIC electricity. Yes, just keep telling yourself that.

"Fine, how about paint-balling…" Freddy. You suck. Period. You can't even hold her hand. Come, on try it again! And Freddy reached for her hand again.

"Sure! I'm dressed for it anyway…" Urgh! There goes the finger brushing again. You know what? I'm going to do it for him. I'm just going to grab his hand.

"Oh..okay…paint-bal…" Summer is holding my hand. SUMMER IS HOLDING MY HAND. Oh my god. Now she tilting her head towards me, smiling like an angel blushing like crazy. Did I just think that? OH MY…Suddenly, Freddy's thoughts were interrupted as he smacked into a pole. A very bright orange pole.

"Freddy! Are you alright!" Summer screamed at him, all the while not letting go of his hand. She liked the feeling of his hand. It was warm and manly (A/N: don't ask about the manly hand). Freddy had a surprised yet happy look on his face while he grimaced in pain. Freddy's face was very expressive.

"Yea. I'm good, boy that was dumb…" Freddy said while smiling and grimacing at the same time. He still couldn't believe that his hand was in Summer's. Summer's hand was a really nice hand. It was small and soft and small. It made Freddy feel like protecting the owner of this small hand.

"Yes, you were dumb. Don't ever do something stupid like that! I mean look at the pole! It's BRIGHT NEON ORANGE…" Freddy just chuckled at this and sub-consciously rubbed Summer's hand with his thumb. Summer looked at their entwined hands, then looked up at him. Smiling.

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#This is from a movie called Obsession with Renee Zellweger in it…I think I got the name wrong, but the concept is the same….i don't noe if there is such a thing though………

Oh and I think the messed up the pov thinking in the last part….forgiveness???? im tryin to work out a gd pov and self-thot writing system…still haven't found a gd one I like…but just sticking to this….

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Btw, for those who can't tell, this is gunna b very long…..very….like I wuld tell u the whole plot, but that wuldnt b nice wuld it…but really…its really long…need yr patience!!! Email me to encourage and push me long, kay? I NEED BETA READERS!!1!!!! thxsxssss