That's right, believe your eyes. I updated.

Later that day, when it was time for Freddy and Summer's 'counseling' session, Freddy strode up to Summer's locker only to find a certain boy he hated already there.

"Jones," Christopher said, crossing his arms across his chest. "What are you doing here at my girlfriend's locker?" He put the emphasis on 'my girlfriend' as if it really offended Freddy. Shaking the thought that it really might offend him, Freddy put on his trademark smirk.

"Well, I am married to her," Freddy replied.

"Arguing over me, boys?" Summer grinned, strolling up to her locker.

"Hi, sugar bear," Christopher said in a sickeningly sweet voice.

"Gag me," Freddy said, making a gagging motion with his hand and turning around.

"Me too," Summer added, placing extraneous papers and books in her locker. "I prefer my given name… not sugar bear." She shuddered at the hideous nickname.

"But…but…they call you that name. That ridiculous name from that fairy tale." Christopher pouted, as Freddy snickered quietly when Christopher referred to the band as 'they.'

"What, the band? Well, they've always called me Tinkerbell. Since the fifth grade! Its different," Summer protested.

"It is not," Christopher whined. "You like them better than me!"

"Oh, Lord," Freddy said, rolling his eyes and daring to glance over his shoulder. "If I give you a Dum-Dum will you shut up and go away?"

Christopher shot Freddy a glare, causing the blonde to hold his hands up in surrender and turn back around.

"Do you wanna hang out?" Christopher asked, trying to look casual and cool by leaning on the locker next to Summer's.

"Freddy and I have our session, remember?" Summer smiled apologetically. "Are you going to help us again?"

"Please, no," Freddy said, sneaking another glance.

"No, Mr. Franklin doesn't have a meeting today."

"I'll miss you," Summer said.

"Oh, please don't start the 'I love you more' game," Freddy said, turning around and grabbing Summer's arm. "Come on, asparagus."

"Bye, sugar bear," Christopher called, causing Freddy to cringe again.

"He's sweet."

"He's disgusting."

"You're just jealous."

"Excuse me?"

"Read my lips, Jones. You. Are. Jealous."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Okay, I am."

"Are t…What?"

"I'm madly in love with you, I've been hiding it for years. Tell me Summer Hathaway, will you marry me?"

"Isn't this question a little delayed?"

"Cute."

"I know."

"Do you have a song yet?"

"What?"

"A song," Freddy sighed, as if this abrupt change of subject made complete and total sense. "Do you and Christopher have a song yet?"

"No."

"Oh."

"Okay."

An awkward silence filled the air as the two trudged their way to the office.

"I got it," Freddy said, grinning.

"Got what?"

"Your song!"

"What?"

"Muskrat Susie," Freddy began.

"Oh, Lord."

"Muskrat Sam."

"No, please, no."

"Oh, even better! Muskrat Summer, muskrat Chris!"

"Clever, Jones, very clever."

Another silence hung in the air, until, "No, no. Not the muskrat song."

"What now?"

"You're the meaning in my life," Freddy began to sing, a tad off key. "You're the inspiration!"

"Try again."

"Okay, gimme a few minutes…got it!"

"That was quick."

"If you need me call me, no matter where you are, no matter how far," Freddy sang melodramatically, stopping in the hallway.

"Don't worry baby," Summer giggled, her off-key voice matching Freddy's perfectly.

"Just call my name

I'll be there in a hurry

You don't have to worry

Cause baby there ain't no mountain high enough

Ain't no valley low enough

Ain't no river wide enough

To keep me from getting to you, babe!"

Summer collapsed in a fit of giggles. "Freddy Jones, will you sing at my wedding?"

"Well, it's a little late for that."

Yes, my cheesy love song moment was great, I know. Review, please!