A/N: Ok…so I think it's good so far? Idk, I've been getting very good feedback, so I am yet inspired to write another chapter. Let me know how you like it. Oh, and to those who think this is a Summer/Chris, I promise there will be Summer/Freddy, JUST WAIT! Lol
Chris put Summer down. Summer smiled up at Chris and grabbed his hand.
'Really?' Chris said, who was very excited about it.
'Of course!' Summer said, kissing him again, 'You're too nice and sweet not to go out with, plus, you're one hot drummer and a good kisser.' Summer laughed and poked him in the chest. Summer could tell he had a good body because of his hard pecs (A/N: Yes meg, I also said HARD PECS! Lol) Chris smiled and put his hand over where she poked him, pretending it hurt. Summer giggled and kissed Chris' mouth. They were about to get back into a make out session when there was a knock at the door.
'That's probably Eric,' Chris whispered, putting his forehead against Summer's.
'Probably,' Summer said, lacing her fingers in Chris' and walking over to the door. She opened the door and Eric was there.
'Hey Eric,' Summer said. Eric smirked. He knew exactly what was going on before he got there.
'Hey Summer, hey Chris,' Eric said, rubbing a spot on his mouth, telling Summer her lip gloss was smudged. Summer blushed and wiped her mouth.
'Nice lipstick,' Eric joked to Chris. Chris laughed and wiped his mouth. Eric told Chris that they had to get going, and Eric waited at the door.
'I'll call you later? Maybe tomorrow night?' Chris said to Summer. She nodded and he bent down and kissed her lips with an 'I'm still here' cough from Eric in the doorway. Chris pulled away and laughed. Summer followed him to the door and watched him walk down the staircase to the driveway. After the 2 cars pulled out of the driveway, Summer closed her door and ran to her phone. She had to call Katie!
'Katie! OH MY GOD YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT JUST HAPPENED!' Summer yelled into the phone as soon as Katie picked up.
'Summer? Hold on, slow down, now, tell me what happened?' Katie said. Summer told her everything, and Katie was squealing.
'OH MY GOD! So, you don't hate me for getting you and Chris to meet?' Katie said, still in her squealing voice.
'Please! Not at all!' Summer squealed back, 'OH my GOD Chris is so hot, and he's an incredible drum player. I think this is going to work out, I really do!' Summer said to Katie. After about another 20 minutes of squealing and gossiping, Summer had to go to bed. She hung up the phone and threw her Pajamas on. While she was taking her make up off, her cell phone began to ring.
'Hello?' She answered in her extra chipper voice.
'Tink, it's Zack,' she heard Zack's voice say on the other line.
'Oh, hey Zack Attack, what's up?' Summer answered.
'I…uh…think you need to talk to Spazzy.' Summer groaned and grinded her teeth.
'No way, he blew it,' Summer said, still working on her eyeshadow. Black eyeshadow always gave her problems.
'C'mon, he really wants to make things right with you,' Zack said. Summer had always never been able to say no to Zack, he sounded so honest and pleading.
'Fine…' Summer said after about 30 seconds of thinking.
'Great!' Zack said, 'Freddy will be over there tomorrow night around 5. Tink, just remember the friendship you guys had that would be thrown away. Just stay open minded.' Summer was stunned by what he said. She hung up with Zack and looked in the mirror. The friendship she had with Freddy…sleepovers, hanging out, playing video games and their all time favorite card game: War, telling secrets that no one else knew, and Summer laughed at remembering all the times she tied him down and put make up in him. He never did it when Katie tried, but Summer always managed to get him tied down. Summer decided she needed to try to stay open minded.
When Zack hung up, Freddy was incredibly relieved.
'Dude, thank you SOO much,' Freddy said, patting Zack's shoulder.
'No problem, plus, I would hate to see you guys never be friends again,' Zack said. Freddy walked out of Zack's house and headed towards his car. He climbed in the BMW his mom just bought that she let him borrow, and headed home. He lived across the street from Summer, and since their parents were rich, but practically never home, that gave both of them a lot of freedom.
Freddy walked to his front door and headed to his room. His parents were out of town for a couple weeks, but he somehow managed to keep the house clean, at least until his party at the end of the week. He walked into his room and turned on his stereo to the drum solos he downloaded off the internet and burned onto a CD. He stripped down to his boxers (oohh lala!) and turned off his light. He climbed into bed and just listened to the beats of the drums on the stereo. He couldn't stop thinking of Summer, even in his sleep.
Summer woke up to her alarm clock at 7:30. She forgot to turn it off the night before, and now she couldn't go back to sleep. She got up and walked to the main house and went to the kitchen. Her parents were out of town with her little brother and she had the house to herself. Summer kept the house clean. She started pouring herself some cereal until the phone rang. She picked it up.
'Hello?' Summer answered.
'Hello Summer,' a voice answered. Summer couldn't tell who it was, or if it was a guy or girl.
'Who is this?' Summer asked, putting her milk on the table.
'You look nice this morning,' the voice said. Summer knew instantly that she was in trouble.
'Who are you?' Summer said again.
'I like the duck pants, they look really sexy, you should wear them to sleep more often.'
Summer was scared. She put the cereal bowl in the sink and put the milk in the fridge.
'Oh, Summer, don't waste a good bowl of cereal on me. Go on, put the milk back on the table, I'll eat some with you.' The phone clicked when the stranger hung up. Summer was terrified. She threw the phone down and ran out the front door of her house. The person was watching her, and she was alone with no one to help her. She was standing on her front porch and didn't know what to do, until she saw Freddy's house. She was too scared to tell herself not to before she sprinted across the street and started frantically beating on Freddy's front door.
Freddy was in the living room watching cartoons when he heard a pounding on the front door. He stood up off the couch, still in only boxers and ran to the door. He was wearing the silver cross necklace Summer had gotten him. When he opened the door, a figure shoved her way inside and slammed the door behind her, it was Summer. Instantly, Freddy knew something was wrong.
'Tink, what is it?' Freddy said, grabbing Summer's shoulders. Summer was sobbing and instantly fell into Freddy's arms.
'Oh my god Freddy…someone just called…I don't know who it was…they were watching me…' Summer sobbed into Freddy's chest. Freddy knew what happened even from the small amount of information Summer gave him. Freddy held Summer close.
'It's ok Tink, you're ok now,' Freddy whispered into her hair. Freddy walked her over to the couch. Summer was shaking and clung to his torso until he forced himself away so he could check the windows and make sure the doors and windows were covered and locked. When he went back into the living room about 5 minutes later, Summer was sitting on the couch Indian style, rubbing up and down her arms. She was wearing PJ pants and a tank top.
'Tink, you're ok, I'm here,' Freddy said sitting on the opposite end of the couch.
'I know, I'm sorry Freddy, this is the closest place I thought I could be safe,' Summer said, still rubbing her arms.
'Uh, I'm going upstairs to throw some pants on, why don't you come with me, you can grab one of my sweatshirts or something,' Freddy said, feeling a bit uncomfortable in his boxers. It's not like he was never in his boxers around Summer before, but not while she was pissed at him. Summer nodded and followed Freddy up the stairs. When they got to Freddy's room, Summer wasn't shocked to see it clean. She knew Freddy was a relatively clean person. She walked over to his closet and grabbed his football sweatshirt from freshman year. It was 2 sizes too big for her, but she didn't care, it was warm. Freddy watched her while he put his PJ pants on. He thought she was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. When he was done we walked up to the closet and grabbed his newest sweatshirt that had the School of Rock crest on it. Summer sat on Freddy's bed.
'Freddy, let's talk now,' Summer said, looking up at Freddy. Freddy had a glimmer of hope from the fact that she didn't call him Jones. He couldn't stand her calling him that.
'Yea, I need to apologize,' Freddy said, sitting down, 'Tink, you're my best friend,' he grabbed her hand, 'and I don't want to lose you. I mean, I'm a dumbass, and I know I am,' Freddy said.
'Yea, you are Spaz,' Summer said. Freddy smiled, she called him Spaz.
'I'm sorry,' Freddy said.
'I know you are. It's ok, just don't push me again, I'll kick your ass for real,' Summer said.
'I know you will,' Freddy said, standing up and pulling Summer up with him. He pulled her into his chest and held her, 'You know, this was a smart place to come; you're completely safe here. I would never let anything happen to you, ok? Don't forget,' Freddy whispered.
'I know. That's why I came here,' Summer said looking up. Freddy pulled away from the most magnificent hug he had ever had in his life.
'We need to go call the police. C'mon, I'll do it, you can sit on the couch while I do,' Freddy said, leading the way back downstairs. Summer nodded, choking back her tears of fear. She almost lost Freddy once from a stalker who went insane during a concert and shot Freddy backstage. Luckily, it was only in the shoulder, but Summer cried and stayed in the hospital for days until Freddy was released. Freddy remembered that she refused to follow in a car from the concert hall and demanded to ride in the ambulance. They let her, after all, she was amazing at talking her way out of things. Freddy sat Summer down on the couch and grabbed the phone.
'Hello, hi, this is Freddy Jones…' Freddy told the cops what happened from Summer's directions. Summer suddenly felt completely exhausted…
After Freddy hung up, he sat on the opposite end of the couch of Summer again.
'The cops are going to go over to your house and check your phone line and check around the area. I told them you were going to stay here until they know it's safe or catch the bad guy. So, you and I need to go over now and grab some stuff you'll need for a while, ok?' Freddy said.
'Yea, let's go,' Summer said, standing up. Freddy stood up and followed her out the door. When they got to Summer's apartment door, Freddy stood in front of Summer.
'I'll go in and check it all out first, ok?' Freddy said. Summer nodded and unlocked the door. Freddy walked in and quickly checked everywhere someone could be hiding.
'Cost is clear,' Freddy said, 'You want any help getting anything together?'
'No, I can get it all, but you may need to help me carry it,' Freddy nodded and followed Summer to her bedroom and began making her bed for her. Summer began crying again. Freddy heard her sniffle and walked over to her. He held her close to him.
'It's ok Tinkerbell, they're going to catch him,' Freddy said. Summer shook her head.
'It's not that. I feel terrible about the way I assumed about you and Amanda and you and…well, ok, that was your fault with Kelli –'
'Oh, so that was her name,' Freddy said. Summer looked up at Freddy with a shocked face. He smiled and shook his head, to say he was kidding.
'Don't worry about it Tink, it's ok, I deserved it,' Freddy said, wiping away one of Summer's tears with his thumb. Before Summer could stop herself, she was standing in the middle of her bedroom, kissing Freddy Jones, the jealous type.
A/N: DUN DUN DUN! Ok, that was the chapter, let me know how you like how it's going. No, I don't know what's going to happen between them yet…but let me know if you think sex should be involved? But I might wait with the sex thing cuz I'm going to make a sequel when they like get married and blah blah, but let me know how you like it so far!
Sam