Ok, this may or may not work, I'm not sure. But for this chapter, the characters are going to be talking entirely in Green Day lyrics. That's why there's no song lyrics at the beginning of this chapter. The lyrics might not be in the right order, but each sentence is definitely from a Green Day song. If there's one that you don't believe tell me it and I'll name the song, but don't ask me to go through them all.Please let me know what you think. I hope it all makes sense.

Oh, and just so you know, I did not pick random lyrics. I spent AGES doing this. I really, really hope it works.

Summer was the first to pull away again. How dare he just come back into herlife like this, as though nothing had happened?"I hate you," she said, in a deadly quiet voice.

"I hate everything," replied Freddy, with no emotion in his voice. "Wasted youth, and a fistful of ideals. Here's to me."

"No-one ever said that life is fair," replied Summer. Freddy always felt so sorry for himself, as though everything reflected around him. Didn't he get it? Other people had just as bad lives as him; why did he always assume that just because he was going through something, he was the worst off.

"I lost before I did any wrong," continued Freddy, as though he hadn't heard her. Or maybe he just didn't want to. He had this image of himself, oh, poor me! Poor little hard-done-by Freddy, who never got a good start in life, who was doomed for the start.

"For crying out loud!" Summer snapped, thinking out loud. It came out wrong, as though she was going to correct him, as though she was going to boost his ego, when she had no intention of doing either.

"Don't even try. Who the hell are you to tell me what I am and what's my master plan," Freddy said morosely.

"I guess I just can't listen to this one sided conversation again," snapped Summer. He never listened to her. She felt like telling him all about what was going on with her, about her life. She'd felt like ending it many a time, but she wasn't that selfish. She dragged herself through it simply because of all the people it would hurt if she didn't. She wasn't going to take the easy way out. "You're always cracking the same old lines again." Couldn't he ever complain about something different, for a change?

"As I stepped to the edge," Freddy said, and she knew he was talking about how close he'd just come to ending it all. "Can't take anymore."

"You don't say," Summer replied sarcastically. "Do or die. No reply? You're pathetic."

"I'm a snot-nosed slob without a job," said Freddy, as though he agreed with her. This just made Summer madder. For goodness' sake, couldn't he argue? He's just so resigned to the fact, it's just infuriating!

"Thank you, sir," she said, resorting to sarcasm yet again. "Hell hounds on your trail once again?"

"Nothing but hell to pay," Freddy said, trying to make her understand, "when all you want to do is not give up." Why couldn't she see? Why couldn't she see what he was going through, and how much he wanted her back.

"I don't care!" shouted Summer, and both were taken back by the force of her anger. "I'm beat down and half brain dead, the long lost king of fools! I may be dumb, but I'm not stupid enough to stay here with you."

She turned to go, but Freddy caught her wrist. "I know I'm not alright," he whispered. "My own worst friend... my own closest enemy..." Please, he was trying to say, please come back. Don't you see? We're no good as normal friends, but together we can do so much.

"The world owes me, sofuck you! Troubled times, you know I can not lie. Taken for granted now. What's in a name?" That's all he seemed to want, she thought, good old Summer, to come and save him again. What about her? Not just the one who always pulled him out from a scrape, what did he actually need? What did he want from her?

"A conscientious objector to the war that's in my mind," Freddy replied, knowing exactly what she meant, as usual. "I'm taking back what's mine," and as he said that, he pulled her after him down under the bridge, to shelter from the steady beating of the rain.

As she followed him, Summer murmured to herself, "Today is the first day of the rest of our lives."

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