A/N- Okay this is a Katie Freddy story… I changed names…so…it's the same story as Happy Ending's but I am adding chapters

We had won Battle of the Bands. Third time in the past three years, beginning in eighth grade. Even though we were all in tenth grade, many of us were attending different academies and schools. But we were all still tight. Many of us were more than that. Especially me, Katie, and Freddy.

"You run like my grandma." Freddy Jones said. I was losing my breath as I chased him down the back of his lawn.

"Shut up! You're such a bastard!" I said chasing him. I was so close, short a couple of inches, I took a chance and jumped him.

"Ow! Get off me," Freddy moaned. He escaped from under my body and rolled over to pin me under his own. Then he began to work his fingers into my stomach, tickling me.

"Stop it, Freddy! That tickles! Stop it!" I shouted, laughing in between my quick breaths.

"Only if you admit that I beat you at the water war," he said seriously.

"Fine! You did!" I pushed him away. "Now get off of me," I told him when he wouldn't budge.

"No, I said that I would stop tickling you. Sitting on top of you is a completely different story." He grinned slyly.

"Only in your dreams, Freddy Jones, can you have me," I said, pushing him off of me. I looked off at Alicia and Tomika singing in the pool. I couldn't see Marta, so I guessed she was inside either vomiting up her meal or flirting with Zack for the millionth time. Hello? It's not like she didn't know he has a girlfriend. And it didn't make matters better that Summer happened to be that certain girlfriend.

I looked over to my side and caught Freddy staring at me.

"Do you want a picture?" I laughed.

"No, I prefer the real thing, thanks."

"Talk about being perverted," I scuffed.

"I'm not just perverted. I'm perverted and sexy." He playfully licked his lips. "Come on, Katie. You know you want me."

"Ha, sure. Even if you were Matt Damon I wouldn't want you."

"Whatever you say. But one day, Katherine Brown, you will be groveling at my feet to go out with me." He gave me his own pathetic imitation of me groveling. I rolled my eyes.

"I'm going inside." I left him there to grovel with himself and started into the house and up the stairs.

Summer and Zack just happened to be making out on the couch. I guess they were entitled to it, seeing as how they were the band's longest-going couple. Over one year, and still going strong.

Summer oddly showed a wild side when she was with the lead guitarist. If you ask me, it was scary. But once his hair was out of her hands and clipboard in its place, she was good ol' Summer again.

I forced myself to take my eyes away from the PG-13-rated action going on. I continued into Freddy's room and saw my Ramones CD near his boom box. I snatched it and put it back in its case.

I turned around, suddenly face to face with Freddy Jones. Nobody knew that I had liked Freddy since the sixth grade, right after the band got together officially. Do not ask me why because I can't even answer that.

I've only had one boyfriend. He broke up with me because he said that he saw me staring at Freddy too many times. Yet Freddy has went out with more girls than times I have breathed. I could hear Freddy breathe.

"So... you claim that you don't want me. And now you're going through my stuff? Talk about denial, Katie." Freddy smirked at me.

"Shut the hell up," I retorted. "All I was doing was taking back my Ramones CD, which was supposed to be returned last week." I saw that sly smile on Freddy's face again. He shut the door and sat down on his bed. I noticed that he hadn't locked the door behind him.

He motioned for me to sit next to him. I rolled my eyes.

"Is sex the only thing on your mind?" I asked, even though the answer was obvious.

"Sometimes," he lied.

I was about to leave when I thought, 'This is what I have always wanted. Freddy Jones to show interest in me. What if I played along with Freddy...? No harm could be done, right?'

I went over and sat on the bed.

"Freddy, I don't think we should do this now. They might wond..." I was cut off by

Freddy pressing his lips to mine. I started to kiss back, taken in the moment, but suddenly pulled away.

"What now, Katie?" he asked, slightly angered. "What did I do this time?"

"Freddy, I don't want to do this now. How am I supposed to know you're not going to use me like almost every other girl you have dated?"

He stared at me, a bit taken aback by my confrontation. He put his hand on my shoulder and looked at me in the eye. I could feel a small tingle in my spine at his touch.

"Katie, I don't know what you've heard about me. But, come on, face it. I would never hurt you. I promise," he said. "Besides, I happen to know for a fact that you... oh what is it, 'have certain feelings for me that you've never had for anyone before'?" He grinned, and I stared at him.

"You read my diary," I said punching his arm

"I plead guilty your honor," he smirked, and leaned in to kiss me. Soon, to my absolute delight, we started making out on his bed.

After about 5 minutes he started untying the back to my red bikini. I was about to reject when I heard the door creak open.

"Freddy, having fun there? Who's your new mistress?" Freddy got off of me and stared at Marta. "Oh. Her," she said dryly.

Marta and Freddy went out in 9th grade but Freddy had broken up with her. Nobody knew why, though. And he wouldn't tell. Not even Zack.

"What do you want, Marta?" Freddy said in an annoyed, yet polite, voice.

"I was told to find you guys," she said, crossing her arms in the doorway. "Summer supposedly has some big news downstairs," she began to leave when she turned back and pointed at me. "Oh, and... Katie? Your hair looks like a mess."

I rolled my eyes. Marta and I have never been tight. She always had disliked me and now she was going to hate me because it was so obvious that she still liked Freddy. She slammed the door and went downstairs. Freddy tried to kiss me on the cheek, but I got up too quickly. We went downstairs, not trying to seem too obvious.

"It's about time! What were you two doing up there? Making out?" Summer said sarcastically and rolling her eyes.

"We were listening to Freddy's ACDC CD," I said, my brow beginning to sweat.

"Yeah right!" Marta suddenly erupted from the other room. "Just tell her the truth," she shouted.

"What truth?" Summer asked, giving both Marta and I a suspicious look.

"Nothing. Really, Summer." Freddy lowered his voice. "Not in front of everyone," Freddy pleaded, referring to the band. Zack overheard Freddy and smiled.

"Come on dude!" Zack happily cupped Freddy's shoulder. "We are all so eager to hear what you, and Katie, have to say," Zack said earnestly. Freddy sent him a death glare.

"We were just talking about..." A cold sweat similar to Katie's began on his hands. "A surprise for someone in the band." Freddy said quickly. He was a terrible liar.

"Oh puh-lease!" Marta groped. I sent her a silent plead to shut up. I knew it wouldn't work, though. "They were making out on his bed and I walked in on Freddy starting to untie the back of this slut's bikini," Marta said, disgusted. I was stunned. How could Marta call me a slut when she was wearing a tube-top bikini and shorts that came up to her bikini line?

"Marta, uncalled for," Freddy said dryly.

"Bullshit. She's a slut. Just look at her." She said. "Hair completely astray, her lipstick smudged, oh, and look. You can even see the top of her bikini through her unbuttoned shorts." She snorted and looked at me. "How pleasant of you, Katie."

That bitch! I was so mad; it only took me two steps and one hand movement to slap her right across her ugly face.

"At least I'm not a jealous, preppy cheerleading bitch," I said coldly.

"Diss," Frankie lightly said.

"You guys break it up," Summer said, pushing through us. "Marta, maybe you should apologize?" she suggested.

"No way am I apologizing. I don't apologize to boyfriend stealers." Marta said. I could tell she was on the verge of tears.

"What? Newsflash, Marta: Freddy's not your boyfriend anymore!" I shouted.

"Yeah? I guess you didn't know that Freddy broke up with me because of you!" she screamed, tears penetrating the thick layer of cover-up on her face.

My heart sunk. Freddy had never told me that. Duh, of course he wouldn't.

"You know what? I think you two should just shut up!" Summer shouted, enraged that she had good news to tell everyone and they were messing it up. Marta ran into the bathroom and locked the door.

"Summer has something to tell us," Zack said, putting an arm around his girlfriend and ignoring Marta.

"Tell us, Summer. I've been wanting to know all afternoon," Michelle spoke for the rest of them.

Summer's face grew a smile on it. "We finally got the invite to go on tour. 10 different places in Florida in three weeks of Summer."

"Oh. My. God!" Alicia and Tomika screamed at the same time.

"Does Dewey know?" I asked. I was just as excited as everyone else, but am trying to not show too much emotion after the 'Marta' incident.

"Not yet. I got the call earlier this morning."

"Maybe we can all tell him together?" Billy suggested.

"Okay. I'll put the phone on speaker." Summer crossed over to Freddy's phone, towing Zack and the rest of the gang behind her.

"Uh, babe, can't do this right now," Zack whispered. He took Freddy's arm and grabbed him from the throng of excited band mates.