A/N: Ok, this is basically a note for Nanners: So far, you've given me really good feedback on my chapters. I really appreciate the criticism, and I've taken it and tried to make it work. Keep giving me the good and bad stuff, I really do like the encouragement, and ok…there won't be any sex, but the 'sequel' might not be and ACTUAL sequel, but just a story when they're older, I haven't decided yet.
Ok, back to everyone else, to all who review, THANK YOU! I really appreciate it and it inspires me to keep writing! Ok, well, here's the next chapter, and I know, the beginning kinda sucks, but trust me, I was going w/ a different idea, but the way this is going to happen is much better.
Suddenly, Summer was sitting up, and she was screaming.
'Tink, what's the problem?' Freddy said, running into the living room with the telephone still glued to his ear.
'Freddy, what happened?' Summer said. Freddy sat down next to Summer and looked at her like she was insane.
'Uh, no, she's fine, but when can you get the cops here to look around?' Freddy finished the phone call to the police and hung up the phone.
'What do you mean? You fell asleep on my couch,' Freddy said, holding her shoulders. Summer shook her head and tried to clear her thoughts.
'Oh…then it was just a dream…' Summer said. The kiss, Freddy's sweatshirt…it was all just a dream.
'Are you ok?' Freddy asked again, standing up. Summer noticed he was still in his boxers, and Summer still had just the pants and tank top on. She was shivering, and Freddy started to worry.
'Summer, I think you need to lay down for a while,' Freddy said when Summer tried to stand up.
'No, I think I'm fi—' Summer got out before she blacked out. Before she hit the floor, Freddy caught her.
'Oh my god, oh my god, Tink, don't do this to me!' Freddy said, slapping her face lightly, 'oh, shit.' Freddy grabbed the phone and dialed 9-11 as fast as his fingers would let him…
Summer woke up. She tried sitting up in the bed, but her head hurt and there was a sting on the back of her hand. She looked down and saw a tube taped to her hand, and she knew exactly where she was.
'Holy crap,' Summer whispered, trying to lift her free hand, but couldn't for some reason. She looked to see why she couldn't move her hand, and saw that it was being held by another hand…Freddy's hand. Summer looked down at Freddy, who was asleep with his head on his free arm on the bed and his other hand holding Summer's. Summer looked at the clock…it was 2 o'clock. Summer looked out the window, it was pitch black.
'How long have I been out?' Summer said out loud.
'Since this morning,' a nurse whispered and walked into the room, 'and this young man hasn't left your side the entire time. He fought with the doctor tooth and nail to let him stay,' she said, checking Summer's monitors, 'everything seems normal so far. You'll probably be let go in the morning, but try to get some rest,' the nurse said.
'Actually, I don't think I can sleep. Is there anyway this bed can sit up?' Summer said. The nurse nodded and started to move the bed. Freddy stirred. He lifted his head and looked at Summer.
'Tink! You're awake,' Freddy said, standing up and holding Summer's hand harder, 'How ya feelin?' Freddy stood right next to Summer.
'Fine, except my head's killing me. What happened?' Summer asked as the nurse started a morphine drip.
'You passed out in my living room. I nearly didn't catch you before you hit the floor,' Freddy said with a confused look from Summer.
'Why did I pass out?'
'The doctors ran some tests, but we don't know yet, I'm just glad you're awake,' Freddy said, 'Don't worry about anything, I'm not leaving.'
Summer looked at Freddy and squeezed his hand. When the nurse left, Freddy asked if she could shut the door, and she did. Freddy looked back at Summer.
'I figured I would let you have a private room,' Freddy smirked at Summer, 'Tink, I'm sorry.'
'This isn't your fault Freddy,' Summer said.
'No, I mean, about everything. You were right. I'm a complete asshole. I'm so sorry, and I don't want you mad at me anymore. I can't stand not talking to you, even if you are going out with Chris,' Freddy said. Summer flinched.
'Who told you?' She asked.
'Zack. News travels fast,' Freddy said, 'But don't worry about it. I was being an insensitive jerk. I couldn't even believe myself with the way I pushed you and all. But, I mean, if you really like this guy…he can't be all that bad,' Freddy let out. Summer smiled.
'Good, I'm glad. C'mon, you need sleep and so do I,' Summer said patting the bed next to her and she scotched over. Freddy smirked and laid on top of Summer's bed sheets. He stretched out his arm around Summer's shoulders and Summer put her head on Freddy's shoulder. Summer was so happy that she had her best friend back.
Within 5 minutes, Summer was in a blissful sleep, and Freddy couldn't have been any happier. He had his best friend back; he had his crush back, even if she was going out with someone else. Freddy laid his head back and closed his eyes. He fell fast asleep and dreamed about Summer.
He was walking on a sidewalk alongside Summer, who was talking about something that Freddy couldn't understand. Suddenly, the sky turned dark, and the air was cold.
There was a dark figure ahead of them, and he was floating towards them. Freddy Jumped in front of Summer, but the dark figure knocked Freddy out of the way. Freddy stood up in time to see the dark figure grab Summer and put a knife to her throat. Summer was screaming for Freddy's help, but he was glued to the ground…
Freddy jolted awake. He was breathing hard. The doctor was standing next to the bed.
'You know, Mr. Jones, it's not aloud to lay on the bed with a patient,' Dr. Smith said.
'Just like it's not aloud to stay with a patient over night?' Freddy smart assed him back as he slowly and quietly got out of the bed, being careful not to wake the sleeping Summer.
'Moving on, her blood tests are back,' Dr. Smith said, 'but I can't tell you the results until Miss Hathaway wakes up and gives me permission to tell you.' Freddy groaned and sat on the chair next to Summer's bed. He put his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.
'Doc, I've known you since my accident, Tink…I mean, Summer is my best friend,' Freddy said, looking at the doctor. It was the same doctor who was on his case when he was shot during a concert. Dr. Smith looked at Freddy and sighed.
'All I can tell you, which is more than I'm aloud to tell you, is that Summer cannot stay in her house until this stalker is caught,' he said. Freddy looked at the doctor and couldn't believe his ears. Summer was in trouble.
'Oh, god I love morphine!' Summer laughed groggily. Freddy jumped up and was at Summer's side in less than half a second. He grabbed her hand and put his other hand on her forehead.
'The doctor has the tests back,' Freddy said. Summer sat straight up and looked at the doctor.
'Before I tell you, I need your permission to tell you the results in front of the visitor,' Dr. Smith said and nodded to Freddy.
'Of course, what were the results,' Summer said, holding on to Freddy's hand for dear life.
'You had an excessive amount of a low power tranquilizer in your blood system. Frankly Summer, you're extremely lucky you're alive, but, we caught it before it fully infected your brain, and you should be able to leave tomorrow,' Dr. Smith said. Summer stared at the doctor.
'A tranquilizer? How did I get tranquilizer in my blood system?' Summer said and started shaking. Freddy sat on the bed and put his arm around Summer.
'Did you eat anything before you were over at Freddy's?' the doctor asked. Summer thought about everything she did. Suddenly she thought about something…her milk.
'I had a glass of milk. Oh god, I remember, the person on the phone told me not to put the milk away,' Summer said, about to cry. She looked up at Freddy who was looking at the floor, almost shaking with anger.
'Well, then that's how it must have gotten in. I'll talk to the police and tell them to bring the milk in for testing. But, we're going to monitor you until tomorrow morning, and if everything is ok, you'll be let back into the custody of Mr. Jones here,' the doctor said and left the room.
'You're staying at my house until either your parents get back or the freak is caught,' Freddy said through clenched teeth without looking up from the floor. Summer nodded and leaned back against the bed. She was in trouble.
A/N: OK, I know I know, it was a short chapter, but I like the way it ended, so I think it works. Let me know how you liked it! I LOVE feedback!
Sam