That Perfect Son.

By Wyverna Aiken.

Once upon a time... Well, maybe not. A little while ago, there was a boy. A boy called Frederick David Jones, but known to his friends as Freddy. He was always the punk-ass bad-boy of the band, the urban rebel, the cool skater. The one all the guys secretly wanna be (except maybe for Zack) and all the girls wanna date (except maybe for Summer). One time, Freddy had just been called into the Principal's office ('I put the "pal" in "Principal"!'), and he wanted to get him back...

"Yo, Zack!" Freddy struggled to catch up with the other boy, as he'd run all the way. "Zack!" Zackary Joseph Mooneyham, aka Zack, heard Freddy this time, and turned around to wait for his friend. Freddy staggered the last few metres, and collapsed onto Zack.

"Wow, Freddy," said Zack through a mouthful of his friend's t-shirt. "I never knew you cared." Freddy pushed Zack away with an effort, not noticing Zack's calm smile.

"Dude, no way!" he spluttered. "If you're looking for that kind of relationship then go to Billy, I'm sure he'd be only too happy to oblige." Now it was Zack's turn to look outraged.

"Freddy! I've told you not to say stuff like that about him, it's not nice!"

Freddy rolled his eyes. "Nice? Nice? How many times do I have to tell you, Zack, nice is one thing I am not!"

"Whatever. Why did you want to talk to me, anyway?"

"Well..." began Freddy, with a grin.

"No."

"What? I haven't even told you yet!"

"I know that grin. That's your evil grin."

"I don't have an evil grin!"

"Hate to break it to you bro, but yah that's what it is."

"Number one; that's my line. Number two; I do not!"

"Fine," said Zack, knowing better than to argue with Freddy when he was in this mood, "what bites?"

"Ackney, what else?"

"Why, what'd he do this time?"

"He reckons mom 'n' dad need to talk to me about something. I know not what. I think..."

"Yeah?"

"I think he's just being a pompous idiot again, and he needs to nose out of my home life," said Freddy, red in the face. Zack glanced at him.

"Dude – what gives?"

"He... aargh! He just makes me so damn mad!"

Zack looked at his friend with concern. "Freddy – what is up with you? I've never seen you like this before."

Freddy just shook his head. "Mom... Mom said she needed to talk to me about something... I thought it was about my sixteenth, you know, coming up soon? But now... now I have no idea."

"Cheer up, it'll be nothing," said Zack, slinging a comforting arm over his friend's shoulder. Freddy turned and stared at him.

"I told you before, Zack, go to Billy. I just can't satisfy your needs..." It took Zack a while to realise what he meant, and by the time he'd worked it out, Freddy was out the door. He turned back, laughing. Zack growled.

"Freddy Jones, get your sorry self back here!" He chased after him, and the two teenagers were soon involved in a complex game of Zack-trying-to-wrestle-Freddy-while-Freddy-ran-away.


"Mom?" called Freddy, from his room. "Mom, you home yet?" Stupid question, Jones, he thought to himself. If she's not home, then she can't exactly say, can she?

"Freddy? Freddy, sweetie?"

He jumped up, and ran downstairs. "Mom! Hey!" He wrapped his arms around her in a BIG hug. Contrary to all belief, Freddy Jones was one big mommy's boy.

"Hey, baby," she said, messing up his hair. He smiled up at her – she was the only person he'd let do that... Well, except maybe Janey, his girlfriend. Janey was special. She had coffee brown skin, black shoulder length hair, and black eyes. He loved her, and she loved him.

"You know that thing you had to tell me? Well, now Ackney knows!"

"Who's Ackney?" she asked, looking down at him, her chocolate brown eyes filled with worry.

"You know – the principal? John Ackney?"

"Ah, yes! Such a lovely man." Freddy snorted, and his mom gave him a disapproving look. "Don't do that, dear, it's not polite."

"Whatever, mom. He only likes you because you went to the parent-teacher meeting in a miniskirt and stilettos."

His mom laughed at the memory. "Oh, yeah! Your dad wasn't too happy about that, but when he found out it meant you passed Math he wasn't as bothered," she said, giving him a conspiratorial smile. He smiled back. "Anyway, what were you saying about him, sweetie?"

Freddy didn't answer at first, he was too busy remembering the sight of his principal drooling over his mom. With her natural blonde hair and great figure, she could've been a model.

"Freddy? Hello, earth to space cadet?" He blinked, and shook his head.

"Sorry, mom, what did you say?"

"I asked why you started talking about Mr Ackman, baby."

"Oh, yeah! Well, he seemed to think you had some secret or other to tell me! I mean," he gave a little laugh, "as if you'd tell some principal before me!" He looked up at his mom, who was looking a little worried. "Mom. Oh man, you didn't? You did! I can't believe this, I can not believe this."

"I only rang up to see if they'd give free councelling! But that Ackman is a very persuasive man, especially when he wants you to tell him something..." She trailed off, probably something to do with the death glares Freddy was giving her.

"So?"

"So what, honey?"

"Don't you 'honey' me, mom! Not now!"

"Sorry, hon- Freddy."

"Now, what's this secret?"

His mom bit her lip nervously, causing a thin trickle of bright red blood the exact same color as her lipstick to slide down her lips. She blotted it with a tissue.

"Do you, ah, maybe wanna sit down for this?" Freddy remained standing. "No? Ok then, but I hope you don't mind if I do." She sat down, crossing her legs. "Ok, now, you're nearly sixteen, and I wasn't going to tell you this until you were sixteen, but I don't suppose it matters..." She took a deep breath, and then the door slammed a couple of times.

"Honey, I'm home!" Freddy's dad bellowed.

Mwahahahaaa! I, too, can create cliffhangers! Indeed I can! So, if you really wanna find out what Freddy's mom's secret is, then REVIEW!

Disclaimer: Well, according to the men in the white coats, I don't own Joey Gaydos... or Kevin Clark... C'mon, not even a little bit?