A/N -- for every chapter, if you tell where's I get the title for my chapter (always music -- just say the name of the band) and the lil saying underneath it…I'll…um…thank you a lot?…

Thank you ShortAtntionSpaz and The Masked Marauder for reviewing once again…got 21 jump street on DVD…so there's lots and lots more influence coming out…hmmm johnny depp….On with the SHOW!!!

Sorry about any mistakes that may lie within this WONDERFUL piece of work…heheh… read and review please. Tell me bout all the faults…or the …good parts? Just review. Lots and lots of reviews.

WASTE

All your insults

And your curses

Make me feel like I'm not a person

And I fell like I am nothing

But you made me so do something.

'Cause I'm fucked up

Because you are

Need attention

Attention you couldn't give.

"Kid!!!" Josh shouted loudly, dead sure that the 'kid' would hear him just fine. Even though he heard movement on the stairs -- they weren't fast enough. "Get your ass down here now!" The stomps seemed to pick up speed. Freddy stopped beside his father. "Get me a beer," Josh ordered strictly.

Freddy sighed loudly before walking into the kitchen and pulling out a beer. He hated being at Josh's expense. His mother was out of town on some business ordeal, she was supposed to be gone for nearly a month, but Josh encouraged her to take an extra month or two off. Freddy handed the beer to Josh, dreading the moment when he gets fully drunk.

"I have to go out," Freddy said, informative, but the look in his eyes told Josh that he was actually asking for permission. "I didn't fully understand the chemistry homework, and the girl behind me understands everything….can I go to her house and…do work?"

Josh grinned widely. He loved seeing the tortured look Freddy always showed when he was in the process of doing something he would much rather not to. "Sure," Josh answered pleasantly. "Be back by supper."

Freddy gave Josh an odd look. "Um…Josh…you don't cook…." Josh nodded. "And…I don't cook…" Another nod. "And mom left us no money…" Another nod. "We're not having supper…?"

Josh looked up at Freddy. "Aren't you leaving or something?

Freddy nodded this time and head upstairs to grab his bag -- then hurried out of the door before Josh could change his mind. He didn't lie -- he was going to Zack's -- but Josh didn't need to know that they had no chemistry homework.

He was tempted to go over to Dewey's but decided against it. He didn't want to see Dewey, and he definitely didn't want to see summer. He wasn't quite sure if Zack would be home or at practice, but he was pretty sure Billie wasn't one to go many places. He had left his only drum set at Zack's (for safe keeping) so he could always just practice. Zack's parents were actually pretty lenient about it, it was actually beginning to scare Freddy.

Freddy knocked on the door and was surprised when Stefan answered the door. Freddy looked him up and down. Stefan hadn't changed…at all! Stefan was Zack's cousin - and they hated each other. Freddy and Stefan were the exact opposite, but the same age, so Zack's parents always tried to put them together to make 'peace' -- it never worked. Stefan was proper, just like that new drummer. He spoke proper English and got As in…well EVERYTHING. He looked down on Freddy, and sometimes Zack…he thought he was better than Freddy.

"Zack is not present," Stefan said automatically, with a crude sneer on his feminine lips. "Please return to where you came from."

Freddy glared. Now he just couldn't leave. "Billie here, bro?" Sure he never spoke like that, but that sort of language did just so happen to upset Stefan dramatically -- so that is how he speaks from now on.

"Should have known you two delinquents would band together like some sort of…gang," he sighed, walking away. He left the door open so Freddy naturally suspected that it was his form of welcoming him in. Stefan walked into the dinning room and sat down at the stainless table, to continue his…homework (gasp).

Freddy went up the stairs himself, having already learned the entire layout of the house in the 5th grade. He stopped at Billie's room and knocked firmly on the door. "Stefan, I already told you I don't want to bring that D up to an A!" Came the loud, rude voice. "I don't care if Ds are Fs in Europe! We don't live in Europe!"

Freddy grinned slightly. Good ol' Billie Rebelle. Freddy pushed open the door. Billie turned to look at Freddy as Freddy looked at her TV. Music. She was watching a channel that apparently only aired music videos. Dedicate live or something like that. Except not Dedicate live, this one apparently only aired rock and punk music videos. Billie turned down the volume, but still loud enough to hear. "Hey stranger," she greeted pleasantly. "I'm surprised you still know your way around here…since it's been so long."

Freddy grinned sheepishly. He entered the room without her consent and sat down lightly on her bed. Billie looked at him for a long time before moving over so he'd have more room. She was laying down, and Freddy decided to lay down beside her. There were several long pillows that she set up so she could lay on, and now Freddy laid his head on them as well. Sure, it felt nice and probably looked nice as well -- but get this! It was completely, and totally romantic-less. Just a few friends cuddling on a bed together. Freddy lifted his arm and snuggled it around Billie's shoulders and Billie seemed to glide closer to him, as they continued to watch the music videos.

Billie leaned her head against the edge of Freddy's shoulder and closed her eyes, letting a tired yawn escape her small mouth. Freddy looked down at her. "Tired?" he asked, after looking back up at the TV.

Billie nodded against his amazingly firm shoulder. "Dead tired. Those brats arrived yesterday…and I haven't been able to sleep since." She yawned again. Freddy nodded, trying not to yawn. Billie looked up at him. "You're tired too though, huh?" Freddy nodded again, sinking his head deeper into Billie's soft pillows. "It's the teenage thing…always be tired…all angst and…well I hate happy people so…" Billie stopped, noticing that she was babbling. "Anyways," she yawned.

Zack yawned heavily, glancing around. Dewey was off somewhere. Most likely in the kitchen, having a 'serious' discussion with the new drummer…probably bout the sort of music Jack is into. Dewey didn't have the same connection he had had with Freddy, anybody could tell that, but he still tried. What a nice guy. However -- without a drummer…there hardly was a rehearsal…as they had already learned.

Zack dropped down onto Dewey's living room couch and rested his guitar on his lap lightly. He threw his feet up onto the coffee table in front of him to create an uneven surface to rest his guitar on (y'know…his knees? Sorry sorry SORRY if that was confusing…I'm not the greatest at explaining images I have…) He began strumming an easy enough tone. The main tune of Nothing else matters -- by Metallica…one of Freddy's favorite bands.

Summer was a busy discussing future plans of the band with Michelle, Eleni, Billy, Marco, Leonardo and Katie. Frankie was sitting on the couch with Zack, a seat over, eating a slice of pizza. Marta, Alicia and Tomeka (I didn't spell that right…I'm so sorry for it.) had taken over the TV the moment Dewey had called 'Time Out'. Zack mindlessly began filling in the words to the song in a soft tone.

Frankie was looking at him now. Zack turned his head to look at Frankie. He knew Frankie no longer belonged to the small group of friends Freddy claimed as his own. They had gotten into a small feud in the 7th grade which escalated to a fist fight. They had been separated and both suspended for two weeks -- and hadn't talked since -- but of course neither one chose to quite the band.

Zack handed Frankie his guitar gently. He somehow understood what Frankie wanted. He knew why Frankie was looking at him. He knew that Frankie expected Zack to live up to his friendship rep. -- since he could not. Zack rose from his seat and headed for the kitchen.

He wasn't quite sure what he was going to say -- but he knew what he wanted to say. He knew how this was gonna go down -- and he was afraid of that. "Dewey," Zack blurted out as he entered the kitchen. Dewey looked up from his conversation to stare at Zack with interest. He was cool like that. He immediately readied himself to listen every time one of his 'kids' came to him with any form of dialogue. "We need to talk." Wow…not a famous line…

"What's happening, Mooneyham?" Dewey asked in his anti-serious tone. Zack flashed a look at Jack, who sat comfortably beside Dewey. He hadn't changed his outfit…and looked totally out of place.

"I cannot continue to play in a band if Freddy isn't in it, Dewey," Zack said slowly. He'd felt like this ever since earlier that day, and he'd been going over this same thought ever since he'd heard of Freddy's official dismembership that morning. Dewey opened his mouth. "I'm sorry, Dewey," Zack continued. "And I'm sorry Jack, it's really nothing toward you. It's just, a band cannot be if all the members aren't united. And I'm the odd man out, Dewey…"

Dewey nodded. "I know what you want, Zack, man. But we waited like what…a few months? And Freddy didn't show. We can't have a band without a drummer, dude. We have a drummer now…and guess what -- he's right here." Dewey waved his hands toward Jack.

"Alright," Zack said plainly. "But you can have a band without three guitarists. I'm out, Dewey. But it's been real fun." Zack turned and left the apartment without a second glance. He headed straight for home, dreading the moment he'd have to admit that he had quit the band. The band -- the only thing he'd ever have to look forward to.

"You're home early, honey," Judy Mooneyham greeted her son cheerfully as he stomped into the house, slamming the door behind him. He ignored his mother and head up stairs.

Zack started to go to his room by stopped by Billie door. He might as well tell her what had happened. He pushed open the door without knocking, Billie had already showed before that she didn't care much for knocking on his door -- so why would she expect it?

Zack stopped at the sight. Billie and Freddy were snuggled together underneath the covers. They were doing nothing, of course -- they weren't like that. But it was still quite a scene. As he stared -- Billie snuggled her head against the crook in Freddy's neck…it look sorta cozy. Which Zack realize that he…still was single. He backed away, switching off the light and closing the door quietly behind him.