Monday

"Hey Summer." Katie ran up to me. "Hey..." Katie seemed more excited then usual. "So..." She was trying to get somthing out of me. "So what?" I asked all puzzeled. "I seen you flirting with Freddy...Like ever scince Friday." Flirting! With Freddy! That girl is crazy! "I wasn't." I said hotly. "Well he was with you for sure. I seen that smile on him when he's with you. Thats his flirting smile." She pointed out. "Do you like him?" I was stunned. "Like him? No. What would give you that idea?" I asked her. "I don't know. The fact that you flirt back." I do no such thing! "I do not! I don't like him like that!" I told her. Do I?

It was library. Barley anyone was in the library. I think I was the only one who signed up for it. I took out my journal and wrote then someone touched my shoulder and I snapped it shut. "Oh hey." I said cheerfully. "Writing in your little diary I see?" Freddy noticed. "Journal, not diary. Little girls have diarys. I have a journal." I clutched it in my arms. "You signed up for library too?" I asked him. "Yeah. I realized that you don't have to do anything just sit around. Easy enough." He had a point. Then he reached over and snatched my art book. "Hey! Give that back!" I demanded but he just flipped through it. "You drew these Summer? Amazing. You didn't tell me that you can draw." He said wide-eyed looking at the pictures then he flipped to one picture that I knew he would think was amazing. He turned the book around. "This is so detailed. This is the band?" The picture was of the band. Dewey singing at his mic, Zack shredding guitar, Katie rocking it out on bass, the back-up singers singing thei heart out, Freddy beating the drums and Lawrence being the hot-shot on keyboard. "Yeah, it is. Took me 2 weeks to draw it too." Ok...Secret revealed! You caught me! Guilty as charged. "And you got my twitch on paper. That takes skills. And Katies pouty face. You have a gift. You should design for our CD covers." Well at least I impressed somebody. Freddy knows alot of my secrets that no one else knows. Katie's my best friend and dosen't know any of this stuff. She would be so mad if I told her that I told Freddy first. The bell rang and it was last subject. "Art." I said getting up with my art book.

"Now class. Today i'll be giving you your art canvases. Their rather large so handel them with extreme caution." Mrs.Leons said. She passed us out our art canvases and she discussed the rules. "There will be a presentation too. Write a speech at least 1 paragrah long. 10 lines on why you chose what you've drawn on your collage and why it's important to you. The rules are, nothing offensive or innapropriate. Be creative and expand your horizions. Take your time you have awhile to do this. You don't have to use all of your page, if you don't try to make some kind of border like fadded or shades. This project is in black and white only. Be carefull too, you only get one of these." She told us. It took her about an hour to tell us about it and by the time she finished time was up and school was over. "Your house?" Freddy asked me. "Yep. And I told mom and dad to keep the door unlocked this time. Just in case I remembered not to forget my key." I sang jingleing it in my fingers. I helped Freddy carry the canvas to my house.

"So, I was thinking, if it was ok with you, that was do a moasic on music. Different instruments and notes." I told him. "I was thinking the same thing. And we can both draw. I'm good with drawing fire and your good with drawing everything!" He complimented. "But will we need fire in this?" I asked him. "Probly not but I have this book scince like I was in grade 2 and has soooo many doodles in it. 6 years of doodles. It's in my bookbag i'll show you after if you want." He said. "Yeah sure." I unlocked the door and we stepped inside. I took off my black converse shoes and said. "I'll help you put that in my room." I offered and held onto one side of it. "We can draw it on...this." I layed it on an esal. I opened a drawer full of paints, pastels, chalk, pencils, leds, everything you'd need for drawing. I took out a bunch of black leds and art pencils. "Their all HB, 2B, 4B, different shades and textures. If you make a layer of this one it's smooth and shiny." i held up a pencil. "Charcoal." I sharpened some of them. "So how are we going to do this?" I asked him. "Start in the middle and then work your way up. Start with a instrument in the middle. A guitar." He suggested. "We'll make it overlapping so the guitar is fully shown. A flying V guitar or somthing else?" I asked him. "Flying V." We drew for hours. I stretched and then looked out my window. It was december and about time it would start. "Oh my god! Snow!" I said excitetly. "I am so in the mood for skating!" I got up and stretched. "But what about the art project?" He asked. "Oh c'mon! We've been working on it for hours! Lets just take a break. You stay up here and work no the drumset and i'll go downstairs and get my skates. Then we'll stop by your house and get them on the way to the rink." I said running down my hallway and then down my stairs.

Freddy's POV

"Oh shoot." I said when I accidently dropped the pencil. I knelt down to get it and it rolled under Summer's bookbag. I moved the bag and a book fell out. I picked it up. It was black with the words in silver Tink written across it. Oh she'll never know. I thought and opened the book. It was a journal. I knew it was wrong but I turned to the last page she wrote on. December 4th, 2005. Thats today.

It's library. I guess no one takes the course. Katie thinks I flirt with Freddy or he flirts with me or somthing stupid like that. Zack, Marta, Katie, Tomikia, Alicia, and practicly everyone else, including Dewey comes up to me and asks me if I'm going out with Freddy or dating him or somthing. I reply no. I don't like anybody. At least I don't think...

TinK

"What are you doing?" Summer came up and I snapped shut the journal and hid it. "Uh...Nothing. So ready to go?" I asked. "Yeah. Got my skates and a warm sweater. C'mon." She left the room and I put the journal back in her bookbag.