A/N: I want to thank my reviewers. Thanks to you I have deemed this story a full fic. I will continue and I promise that it won't end like Shadow Girl. ((If you didn't know I cut that short.))

Freddy and I sat down at a table and ordered our ice cream.

"So what are we going to do about this?" he asked me.

"About what?"

"The band. Katie I'm the blonde not you."

"Oh," I laughed. "Well, I guess that if we want to get ourselves back together-"

"Which is our goal."

"Yes. We'll have to figure out the root of our problems."

"Okay," he said.

"When did we start fighting?" I asked thoughtfully.

"Uhh...I think it was about 3 months ago, right after BOTB."

"Oh yeah...it had been the first practice after we had won. Dewey and Zack were talking about, uhh..."

"Songs and junk," he commented not looking up from his milkshake.

"Yeah. Didn't Zack have something he wanted to try but Dewey wouldn't let him do it? Yup, and then they started to argue over Dewey's 'control issues' and Zack's 'need for attention.'" I noticed that Freddy was hardly paying attention and was drinking his milkshake. "YO!" I exclaimed. I surprised him.

"Dude!? What!?"

"I seem to be the only one thinking here!"

"Okay. Zack then, like, left practice cause he got all pissed. I remember I went after him."

"At the end of practice Summer announced that she had to double the agenda. Alicia practically exploded protesting."

Freddy laughed. "I wish I could've seen that."

"No you don't. She looked like she was ready to take Summer down!" I practically scolded him.

"Girl on girl fighting. Every man's dream."

"Shut up. You're so retarded!" I said as I rolled my eyes.

For a response he rolled his eyes back at me, only a lot more dramatically. Everything was a competition with Freddy. I made a face at him and he made one at me. I put my left hand in the shape of an L and put it on my forehead. He did the same. I stood up. We left the parlor and started to walk.

"I still can't get deal with the fact that School of Rock is over," he said as he kicked a rock.

"Yeah I know. It certainly wasn't sudden."

"Uh huh," he said nonchalantly, "I'm bored want to come over my house?"

"Yeah, I'm going to have to run back to my house and tell my dad. Be back in a second," I said as I ran ahead.

((5 Minutes Later))

I rang the doorbell. Freddy's 4-year-old little sister, Janie, opened the door. She looked exactly like Freddy only shorter and a girl. I smiled at her.

"Hey, Jamie. Is Freddy here?"

"Yea he is. One moment please," she said, trying to sound like an adult. She slowly turned around. "FREDDY!!!!!!!!!" she shouted. "He will be down in a moment."

I picked her up. "You know that you act very mature for a 4-year-old little girl?"

She smiled and nodded. "Thank you."

Freddy came down the stairs. "Sup?"

"You have a very sweet little sister."

"I guess, when she's not being a brat," he laughed.

"I am not a brat! I am a nice little girl," she defended.

I put her down. She ran over to her dollhouse and began to play.

"So what do you want to do?" I asked him.

"Wanna listen to my CDs?"

"Ooh! Do you want to bake something?"

"B-bake something?" he asked, confused.

"Yeah, it's fun. I don't know I just feel like baking something."

"Uh, okay."

"Come on, it'll be fun," I smiled as I dragged him into the kitchen.

"Katie…you're scaring me."

"Freddy, haven't you ever cooked for yourself?"

"No, that's what they have take out for," he said like that's what everyone did.

"Freddy, that's for when you are in a pinch or once in a while. Plus we can make cake or something."

"I don't bake Kathryn."

"But you will bake Frederick."

"No I won't."

"Yeah, you will. Freddy don't fight with me. You know that I'll win," I said confidently.

"Yeah right."

"Freddy, you will bake. Now where do you keep the flour?"

"I don't think I'll tell you."

"Jamie!?"

The little blonde girl scampered in with her kitten stuffed animal under her arm.

"Yep?"

"Can you tell me where the flour is? Your big brother is being stubborn."

"The flowers are outside."

"No honey. I need the white powdery stuff that your mom uses when she makes cakes."

"Oh," she said. She scampered over to a cabinet and pulled out a pound of flour.

"Thank you so much." Freddy was still standing there as stubborn as ever. He had a look on his face that read 'there is no way in hell I'm going to bake.'

I knelt down in front of the little girl. "Freddy and I are going to make cookies. Do you want to help?"

"I'm not baking," Freddy piped in.

"OOH!!!! COOKIES!!!!!"

"Okay. We'll need chocolate chips, baking soda, eggs, salt, we have flour, ((A/N: Do you add milk? Oh well.)) and milk. Freddy, please pretty please help us," I said to him as I put on my best puppy-dog face and Jamie looked at me and did the same.

"UGH! FINE! I can't say no to The Face! Katie, I swear to GOD that if you tell anyone I will kill you."

I gave him the cheekiest smile. "Why would I do that to a nice guy like you?"

"Thank you Freddy," Jamie said as she hugged his leg and looked up at him.

He rubbed her head. "Anything for a squirt like you," he laughed.

((15 Minutes Later))

"Freddy think fast!" I shouted as I threw a big ball of dough at his face.

"Huh?"

He turned around and was met by a large ball of chocolate chip cookie dough in his face.

Jamie started giggling hysterically.

"Yeah, it is pretty funny. Isn't it Jamie?" I asked her.

She nodded still laughing.

"Don't die, Jamie," he said sarcastically.

"She'll only die of laughter," I piped in.

"YOU!" he shouted before I could react he made a ball of flour and threw it at me.

I blinked and coughed. Then started laughing.

"You should see you guyses!" Jamie laughed.

"I'm taking you down!" I shouted.

"If you can catch me!" he smirked as he wiped a chocolate chip off his cheek. Then he jumped over the table and ran up the stairs.

Right after he leapt over the table I began following him. I sped up the stairs and followed him into his room. He wasn't that hard to catch. He was fast but I was faster. I was on the track team so he had no chance!

I grabbed his arm and we both fell to the ground. We looked at each other in silence for a moment and then laughed.

We sat there laughing for what seemed like hours but it was only minutes.

"You want to stay for dinner?" he asked me suddenly.

"Uh, yeah, sure."