Title: The Fred Chronicles- Party

Author: PianoRocknRoll (A.K.A Veritas4Eternity)

E-mail: BroadwayWannabekc. The Fred Chronicle's will be a 7 part series that shows Fred's POV throughout the movie- all the way to the end. This series is the prequel to the sequel I'm writing to "Drop Dead Fred." It's not required reading this first, but I'd recommend it.

Rating: PG- minorish language.

This chapter: Fred and Lizzy crash a party, and a boy from her past annoys Fred.

Pairings: None quite yet. As the chronicles progress, the pairing will change to Lizzy/Fred, and minor Lizzy/Charles, Lizzy/Mickey.

Author note: I'm sorry guys- I've been SO busy! This chapter is ESPECIALLY for LowRidah, who's always leaving me nice comments! I probably won't update again until I work on some of my other stories, and that might be a week or two again. But next time I update, I promise the final chapter won't be too far behind!

- - - - Party - - - -

Fred smiled admiringly at Snotface as she smashed her puke pink phone into the window, shattering the glass efficiently.

"I love those breaking noises!" She said giggling. This was one of the first times since he had escaped the jack-in-the-box that Lizzy allowed herself to become completely unguarded. She was his Snotface again! The one he had missed so much… Fred smiled wistfully, and when he heard voices murmuring outside, he suddenly realized Lizzy had already climbed out the window and on to the overhang. Hastily following, he grinned goofily.

"HEY! Wait for ME!" Fred yelled, rushing after her. He was halted to a stop however when he came to face to face with a very unpleasant situation indeed.

"Mickey Fartpants AGAIN!" Fred cried, a scowl replacing his smile. Sulkily, he followed Lizzy to what seemed to be a rusty old piece of crap. He quickly climbed into the middle seat, effectively separating the lovebirds. Glaring harshly at Mickey, he proceeded to make faces for the first five minutes of the trip. He gagged as Mickey shot Elizabeth a shy, hesitant smile.

"I believe you ordered this spaghetti?" He offered jokingly, pulling a strand of spaghetti from his… pocket?

Fred gritted his teeth as Snotface smiled sweetly at Mickey. "I hate you." He spat to the gay-wannabe next to him.

"Mickey, I am so sorry about that. I hope I didn't get you into too much trouble…" Lizzy apologized profusely, and Fred found himself fascinated by the adorable look of guilt that seemed to cross over her face. Wait… WHAT?

"No, look, it's okay. I mean, this has... it's all been great to me, and I'm sure you're going to look real beautiful in your dress tonight." Mickey offered shyly. "I hope Charles appreciates it." He finished softly, a look of longing written on his face as he gazed at Lizzy.

Fred snarled inwardly. "He's just a total and utter girl, isn't he? " He said angrily. Fred wasn't completely sure why he was so angry… Snotface could handle herself. "Oh this is great, stuck in a truck with two girls…" He mumbled unhappily.

"Thanks Mickey… I hope he likes it to." Elizabeth said nervously, shooting a glance towards the box in her lap, still fiddling with her hair. Fred snorted. Of course Charles would like it. After all, Fred had. He shivered as he remembered how soft the dress had looked with her creamy skin… Fred glanced over to Elizabeth, and was stunned to see her staring intently back at him. He inwardly choked as he realized what he had been thinking. Hastily, he poofed out in a huff of green smoke, transporting himself to the back of the truck. He gazed at his hands, and was surprised to find himself shaking. Scolding himself, he quickly composed himself. What was he doing?

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The rest the ride passed quickly and soon the moving rust-bucket pulled up to the curb of a rather elegant looking building. Fred poofed to Elizabeth's side as she closed the door to Mickey's truck.

"Mickey, you're the best." She smiled thankfully. "Thanks!" Fred rolled his eyes.

"You know, I think I was six when we moved away. I remember getting in the car, pulling away, taking one last look at you, and thinking 'I'm never going to have fun with Betsy again'." Mickey said intently, staring at Elizabeth longingly. Fred stood off to the side, huffing in disgust, eyes narrowed at Mickey. Snotface was married! So WHY was Farty-Pants hitting on her?

"Micky Bunce..." Lizzy said softly, her eyes lighting up. Fred felt something in his gut clench tightly.

"Don't you just hate it when you're right about the wrong things?" Mickey finished, smiling wistfully. Lizzy opened her mouth to reply, but Fred quickly intercepted.

Grabbing her wrist gently, he tugged. "Let's go!" He urged. Elizabeth glanced at him, as if just realizing he was still there, and turned to Mickey one last time.

"Thanks!"

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Fred stood outside the ladies restroom as Lizzy got dressed. He was pacing in front of the door, gritting his teeth, and muttering under his breath. He was still seriously irked at how Mickey had treated Lizzy! Like he… had a thing for her or something! It was disgusting! Lizzy was MARRIED, and even if she weren't, she certainly wouldn't date a moron like Mickey! Fred huffed indignantly.

'Why don't you like Mickey?' A small, annoying voice asked him in the back of his mind.

'Because' He thought stubbornly, 'he's a stupid face.'

'You sure that's the only reason?' the voice asked, slightly amused.

'Yes!' Fred thought viciously.

'Are you sure it doesn't have anything to do with the fact that he actually has a chance with Lizzy if her and Charles don't work out?'

'Well of course it does! Snotface is MY friend! Mickey… Mickey doesn't know her like I do!' Fred thought determinedly. 'Now shut up.' The voice apparently chose to listen, because Fred was suddenly surrounded by silence. It seemed like time froze for just a split second… or maybe it was the fact that Lizzy had just stepped out of the bathroom.

'Wow.' Fred thought, stunned. If he thought she had looked good in just the dress, she looked… breathtakingly gorgeous with her hair and makeup done properly with it.

"Wow Fred…" She commented, smiling as she took in his spiffy green apparel. "You look great!" Fred felt a burst of pleasure. Taking her arm, he led her into the connecting room.

"Thank you! And might I just say…" Fred paused dramatically. "Snotface, you are looking great!"

"I am?" Lizzy turned to him, eyes widening slightly, then searching his for… something.

Fred shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah…" He smiled softly. "For a girl!" He added hastily. Suddenly, Lizzy was gripping his arm tightly.

"There he is!" She whispered in awe, staring at a group of men across the room. At the center of the group stood a taller, dark-haired handsome man.

"Is that him?" Fred asked curiously. Lizzy murmured in affirmation, and Fred studied the man carefully. He didn't seem that great… and why was he spitting out wine?

"I thought he liked wine, why does he keep spitting it out?" Fred asked, eyes shifting to Lizzy for a split-second. When he looked back, Charles was gone. "Where's he gone?" Fred scowled, searching for the man.

"I don't know…" Elizabeth replied, a frown crossing her lips. "Come on, let's go."

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It had been a joke. Really, it had. But Elizabeth seemed so… tense. He just wanted to make her laugh. That's why he had slid under the woman, and whispered "no panties!' But she didn't laugh. She was furious. Fred grunted in annoyance. Every nice thing he tried to do for her, she threw back in his face! Currently, she was talking to the all to plastic blonde he had targeted in on.

"Yeah, it looks really good on you!" Lizzy covered, overly enthusiastic.

"It feels good. I like yours- yours is nice. It's very... purple." The blonde trailed off, giggling. From his peripheral vision, Fred saw Charles walking towards them. 'Excellent! He's spotted Lizzy!' But Fred was most confused when instead of Lizzy, Charles wrapped his arm around the blonde, smoothly kissing her neck.

"Annabella..." He murmured. Fred turned to stare at Snotface. Her face was an ashen pale, and he desperately wished he could pull her into a hug.

"Honey, there you are." The blonde (Annabella?) gushed. Charles smiled, turning to greet Annabella's new friend. His mouth dropped in shock when he realized it was his not-quite-yet-divorced wife.

"Elizabeth! My God..." He choked, taking in her dress, her hair. Fred felt a small burst of jealousy at Charles lustful stare towards Lizzy. He suddenly had an urge to jump I front of her to block his view, plus it'd do no good. Besides, he wanted them to get back together. Fred swallowed bitterly at this thought. 'Do I really?' He wondered nervously.

"That's him! Well, don't just stand there! Go on!" Fred poked her, hoping to get a response. He didn't. "Go on, KISS HIM!" With a gentle shove, he sent Elizabeth falling into Charles arms. Annabella let out a small gasp.

"You said she was mousy!" She shrieked.

Elizabeth pulled away, and Fred could see the beginning of tears forming in her eyes. "I'm sorry, excuse me…"

"Don't go, it's going great!" He called after her desperately. He sent an exasperated look in Charles direction, before chasing after Lizzy swiftly. He had to get them back together again. Being with Snotface again… it was changing him.

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Ta da! Part five. Hope you enjoyed it, because I need to update another fic (a much longer one) before I work on this one again!)

Preview for next chapter: Charles was the wrong man for Lizzy, because Fred was the right one.