AN: This is short, I'm sorry! But school is very busy and I have nowhere to go! Plus I have an unhealthy obsession with all things Stargate (esp. Atlantis and Joe Flanigan) My friend is annoying me (:DD) to finish this so hopefully I will update more and have more of a plot. Also, yes i know my grammar is poor, but he forgiving, I don't plan on writing for a living. ;D
3 hours later and Zack was still sitting on his bed staring at his backpack. The only that had changed was that he had opened his back and yes, he had taken out his notebook and test book and, yes, he had gone as far as to open them up to the corresponding pages and written the date on the crisp, lined paper. However, to actually have started the assignment was something he had not done.
He put down his comic book and stared longingly at the guitar that stood against the wall just mere feet away. No, he thought must not give in! His father had strictly forbidden him from playing guitar until his homework was done and there was no way that his dad would buy that he had finished his homework.
Zack knew he should be the good little rocker and do his math homework so he could practice but there were some things that a boy will not do for his love. Seriously though, if rock was lady, Zack knew he would get on one knee and propose to her the minute he laid eyes on her. Rock was wild. Well, maybe not wild, but it was so free, loose and comforting. Or as Freddy would say, exactly like we like our women Zack laughed to himself. He had no idea how he had gone along so long without rock and roll. He had been the conscientious worker that his dad had always wanted him to be. Granted, he hadn't been all that popular, hell- Freddy didn't even like him up until 4th grade. Now people all over the school knew who he was.
But that wasn't all that it was cracked up to be either. Sure, it was great to be well known and have everyone want to be your friend, but it wasn't for the right reasons. They just wanted Zack to get them free stuff or to introduce them to Avril Lavine. After someone asked him the latter, Zack seriously questioned the academic standards to which his private school held its applicants. More often than not, Zack found himself wishing he could play with a paper bag with an alien painted on it over his head so that he could rock his soul out but not be worried about people annoying the hell out of him for a free demo or to discuss to what degree Simple Plan rocked (which, in his humble opinion, was a negative integer.)
Zack sighed and pulled him math book onto his lap. There was nothing left to do in his room except to do homework (since his dad would hear a radio or the TV.)
If a car drove down elm street at 25 miles per hour and a truck drove the towards the car on elm street at 20 miles per hour at what time would the two vehicles meet?
Zack's eyes glazed over as he stared at the page. He would never get his homework done. Zack shook his head and tried to focus. As Zack finished his 4th problem, his phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Zack! It's Dewey!" the loud voice greeted him from the receiver. A smile crept to Zack's lips, just the distraction he needed!
"Hey Dewey! What's up man?"
"I was just calling to confirm that we are, in fact, playing the Foretop Underground in 3 weeks!" Dewey screamed the last bit. Zack laughed to himself, not doubting that in his living room, Dewey was playing air guitar and contorting his face in all sorts of unnatural positions.
"That's amazing! Freddy was having a heard time understanding how Summer had never heard of the place."
Zack was met with laughter from the older man. "I talked to him. I told him not go busting any veins. Although she may know her business, we have to remember that Tinkerbell is a newbie, we must slowly ease her down the road of rock, gently guiding her through the turns and over the bumps of degradation!" Zack snickered as Dewey continued, "But! I know you-and your father- and I will let you go and finish the homework that I know you have yet to start-" Zack opened his mouth to protest but Dewey knew him better. "don't even try to give me lip boy! I will see you tomorrow for rehearsal. Now go broaden your mind my son!"
Before he could answer Zack was met with the dial tone for the second time. Being hung up on was starting to seem like his second hobby. Zack sighed and looked at the book on his lap. He knew he should really work. Really!
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