Sorry about the confusion I may have caused last chapter -- Zack gave Frankie his guitar -- but he was using Dewey's guitar. So -- y'know, he wouldn't have brought it home anyway. I was thinking about adding that in -- but…I couldn't really make it sound…I dunno -- good. Thanks for the reviews. It helps me -- tons and tons.

The title is from a certain fabulous ex rapper, but the quote below it's from a fabulous rock/rap group -- guess who? Hmm hmm?

Y'know…I was gonna type something here…but I forgot what it was -- so…this'll have to do I guess…attribution to -- 21 Jump Street, the greatest (not only cop but also) 80's tv series EVER!!!…and here is a quote from our own and favorite -- Johnny Depp(!!!) -- never mind. As it turns out…I don't actually have a quote from him…so…a dialogue including Johnny Depp'll have to do.

Ioki: Look at this -- kids are taking it seriously

Hanson: (looks Ioki up and down) New shirt Harry?

Ioki: What? This old thing?

Penhall: The way to go is act naturally.

Ioki is Harry, in case you didn't get that. And Johnny Depp is Hanson. It's from an episode from the first season -- 13 blown to 35. Don't rush out to buy the dvd -- you might not like it -- but I do...and since I'm the greatest advertiser ever…On with the show! (expect to get dialogue or quotes every chapter from now on -- all from 21 jump street)

What it's like

I don't know what set me off first but I know what I can't stand

Everybody acts like the fact of the matter is

I can't add up to what you can

But everybody has a face that they hold inside

A face that awakes when they close their eyes

A face that watches every time they lie

A face that laughs every time they fall

So you know when it's time to sink or swim

The cries were far louder than they should be. Billie opened her eyes slowly, looking around for the source of the sound. She rose from the seat she had been sleeping in and began to slowly walk out of her room. It was an olden room, one made of wood -- white wooden floors -- white wooden walls…white wooden ceiling. Such a small room -- such an unfamiliar room. Billie entered the hall way, staring down the hall before walking down the stairs. She some how glided over to the far door, slowly pushing it open. The crying had gotten amazingly louder.

There was a mass of people, all surrounding a coffin. Billie slowly glided into the room, stopping beside the closest stranger to her. She didn't have to ask, she didn't have to say a thing. The echoes were every where -- the echoes of what had been done. The stranger turned to Billie knowingly. "Somebody shot Judy Rebelle," the stranger gasped. But Judy had been dead for over an hour, and they all still treated it like a shock.

Billie slowly phased through the crowd, stopping beside the open casket. Judy's face was as white as a clean sheet. There was a single clean hole in the front of her forehead -- but the blood had long since stopped flowing. Billie stared down silently at her dead mother. Someone had placed a picture in the coffin. It was hardly obvious, but once you looked long and hard enough, you could make out who was in the picture without having to actually touch the body. Doug Rebelle. It was an old photograph of him when he was in his teen years, when he wasn't a killer.

Billie awoke with a jerk. She was covered in sweat (I know I know…it's not exactly original), but at least she was back in her room. Billie looked around quickly, before the memories of the earlier day came rushing back. She looked down and realized Freddy wasn't there.

Billie ran a shaky hand through her hair and collapsed back down onto the bed. She looked over at the digital alarm clock on her bedside table. 3:24. She sighed loudly, clenching her eyes closed. Sleep used to take her away. It used to be her escape from this mad mad world (now who sings that song…hmm hmm). Dreams were delightful -- they were welcomed. But now…lately…all her dreams have been doing is keeping her awake within her sleep. Killing her and yet still forcing her to remain a part of the living. She couldn't stop it, and she couldn't seem to get around it.

Billie snapped open her eyes. When had Freddy left? Billie naturally was a VERY light sleeper. Her father liked to come during the night; he used to give Billie the first hit while she was asleep. He liked the way she reacted. By the age of twelve, Billie had learned how to wake herself up at the slightest sound, touch or vibration. Her father was pretty good at walking like a shadow -- but even the slickest moves still send off vibrations. Newly added mass messes up the vibration the room had had before that addition. Why hadn't she noticed Freddy's movement? Billie had woken up earlier that night, around midnight, and Freddy was still snuggled against her in a deep sleep. He couldn't be stupid enough to leave that late. It was past curfew…there were psychos roaming the streets…

Billie, now fully awake, slipped off of her soft bed and eyed her room. It was stupid sure, but she still couldn't be sure if he was or was not in her room. Despite how much she blinked, all she could see was the wooden walls. The wooden floors and the wooden ceiling. And then there was the coffin. Her mothers faceless face.

Billie went to take a step back, but stumbled instead. She stumbled into a strong force, nearly knocking herself to the ground…but she was in the middle of the room. Billie turned around sharply. "Oh god, Freddy," Billie gasped, breathing heavily. She threw her arms around Freddy's neck and hugged him tightly.

Freddy wasn't quite sure what to do now. He slowly wrapped his arms around her, giving her a hug back. "What happened?" he asked in a whisper, breathing into her flawless hair. "What's the matter?"

Billie shook her head. "I saw my mother's dead body," Billie whispered in his ear, still holding him in a death grip. "I saw her emotionless face."

It took him a moment. But soon Freddy realized that what Billie really saw was nothing more than a dream. "It was just a nightmare, Billie. A dream. Nothing more."

Billie shook her head, letting go of Freddy and taking a step back to look at him. "The mind's unpredictable, Jones, but we don't have certain dreams for no reason. We're like robots, except we don't know what our capability really is. We know our past, our present and even our future. But we're unaware of it. And when we dream, our unconscious sometimes gets the upper hand and attempts to warn us of what is bound to come to past." Freddy raised an eyebrow. "Lincoln dreamt about his death, Freddy. He had a dream just a mere few days before he died."

"Billie," Freddy started, soothingly. "Lots of people dream about death, not all of them come true. Not all of them are predicted."

Billie stared at Freddy for a long time. Before long, Freddy was sure he had some something wrong. "You're right," Billie finally said in a serious tone.

Freddy was the one this time to look at Billie long and hard. From his experience it was excruciatingly difficult to change Billie's mind, there was no way he could have done it so fast. So easily. "No, I'm not," he argued defensively.

Billie nodded before turning and trotting over to her bed. "Indeed, you very well may not be. But only time can tell. For all we know all I had was just a dream. But then again -- just because we're unaware of its significance doesn't make it any less of what it is already." She dropped down onto her bed, pulling her legs onto it, to sit Indian style. She then turned her attention back to him. "Wait, what are you doing up?"

Freddy shrugged. It was a casual expression, and it was carried out quite casually. And perhaps even our blind eyes would have missed it. Perhaps it was quite well that we wouldn't have noticed a single thing out of place. But there was something out of place. Something large, indeed. "Had to go to the bathroom," he finally answered.

Billie nodded, ready to accept his excuse with out a hesitation, except… "I was facing the bathroom," Billie said passively, as if it were just an after thought.

Freddy stared at her for a moment. "Look, Billie, I --"

"It's alright," Billie interrupted. "You planning on going back to sleep?" She asked quietly.

Freddy shook his head. "I don't think I'd be able to…fall back to sleep."

Billie rose from her bed again. "How bout we see a movie," Billie suggested. Freddy shrugged. He'd seen Billie's impressing collection of movies, and he liked most of it. But then again, there were a few movies that was…well, in the least -- just chick flicks. But then again, she was a girl after all, she was bound to act like one sooner or later.

Billie had let Freddy choose a movie, either from her vague collection, or from Zack's and led him down to the basement. Freddy had never been to the basement of Zack's house before, and surprised at what was to be found there. It was huge, to begin with, but there were various comfy couches and a wide screen television set. Most people in this area had much more than this, of course, but ever since Freddy's father had…passed away, his family had been slowly going down hill.

Freddy dropped down onto a couch, and threw his feet up on the table in front of the couch as Billie went to put in the movie. "Hey, how come you don't have any girlfriends." Billie turned to give Freddy a look. "I mean friends that are girls…heh…of course…"

"Well you see, Jones," Billie began. "I don't really like many females that attend Horace Green. Sure, haven't really met all of 'em, but the ones I have met are judgmental and hypocritical. I don't intend to associate myself with stuck ups such as thus."

"You've never had any girlfriends before?" Freddy asked, eyeing Billie's back.

Billie shook her head, before grabbing the dvd controller and trotting over to the couch to sit beside Freddy. "Of course I have," she finally answered. "Well, not a whole lot. But a few. And they were great and all. But remember, I moved. I'm still a little new at your school. These 'friends' I used to have, I've known them since kindergarten. That's like what, eleven years? (they're sophomores). I don't think I'm gonna be able to build relationships like those in a few months with people like the people at Horace Green."

Freddy nodded. He'd noticed it to. Horace Green was a rather expensive school. And the people there, besides the band and a few other students, expected their friends to be just as rich as them. Freddy hadn't really gained many friends, he was a wild child, they sort of stayed away from that type. But there were good souls in Horace Green as well. Such as Zack.

That's the end of the chapter. The next one will introduce a few 'girl friends' for Billie to bond with. But now -- here's a quote from…(drum roll please) 21 jump street!

Hanson: She offered me 1700 dollars to murder her father.

Penhall: What? She asked you to participate in a special circumstances class A felony murder…of her father? I'm telling fuller!

Hanson: Now wait a second you said you were my friend!

Great great scene. Hot hot actor. - It's after a gurl asked Hanson to murder her father because he was undercover. Episode -- Blindsided. They soon realize that the girl asked simply because her father sexually abused her and she'd called for help from cops before but they ignored her because her father was a highly respected police officer. That all ends when…Officer Hanson gets involved!

Doug Penhall -- is Peter Deluise, the director of Stargate…something something. It's a good actor…I'll update as soon as possible. In fact I'm starting on the next chapter right now.