Updated: 3/28/16

Chapter Three

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It was Friday night and Freddie watched as Ethan spent nearly an hour getting ready for his big debut as the cheerleading team's videographer. Somehow his roommate had managed to convince the coach that even though his You Tube videos were all of him and his friends playing video games – he would have no problem filming and editing a highlight video to show the alumni.

Armed with only his iPhone, Freddie was highly skeptical that Ethan would be able to pull it off – but he didn't bother saying anything. Ethan was out of the room for a few hours, Maddie was on her way over and Freddie was looking forward to spending some time alone with her. Her recent texts hinted that more than studying might happen tonight.

Maddie was a very cool girl with a crazy sense of humor. She had cropped brown hair and a contagious smile. In an effort to impress her, Freddie made an attempt to clean up the room and even washed his sheets. He hoped she would appreciate it.

Maddie arrived promptly with her trusty messenger bag at her side. In faded jeans, a Manchester United jersey and half laced high top sneakers – she certainly wasn't dressed for sex at all. Freddie wondered if he had misinterpreted the texts.

Shit.

He washed the fucking sheets for nothing.

Ethan didn't hang around long. He winked at Freddie as he left for his first 'official' assignment, the tumbling clinic. As soon as the door was closed, an impish grin grew on Maddie's face.

"I thought he'd never leave."

Oh. Freddie thought to himself as she shifted closer. Maybe I did get it right after all.

Opening her bag, she removed a bottle of lotion. Handing it over to Freddie she began removing her jersey. He glanced down at the label: 100% Pure Grapeseed Massage Oil

Hmmmmm. His brow toggled as he opened the cap and put a dab on his hand.

"I don't know about you," Maddie continued. "But I am SO stressed out. It seems like the work never ends."

"Yeah," Freddie agreed, rubbing his hands together to work the oil through his palms.

Under her jersey Maddie wore a thin black cami. As she pulled her hair up and tied it in place with a rubber band, she moved so her back was toward him. Freddie used his pinky to slide the straps out of the way before placing his hands on her bare shoulders.

She let out a deep exhale as his fingers rubbed the tight muscles around her neck. Maddie sighed in reply as the built up tension began to fade. Freddie made the first move this time, letting his mouth connect with the sweet spot near her jugular. Her hand reached back and he felt her fingers thread through his hair. Freddie bit down gently against her pale skin as he moved his hands along her stomach. Fighting to get beneath the cami, which was tucked into her jeans, Freddie kissed just below her ear before breathing, "let's get this off," loud enough for just her to hear.

Her head turned and their lips connected as she pulled on her shirt with her free hand. Their tongues entwined as Freddie's hands cupped her small chest.

Maddie moaned into his mouth.

Before long she was in his lap, topless, her hands running wild through his hair as he sucked her tiny nipples. It was then that he heard his phone buzzing.

Taking it out of his pocket he, quickly glanced and saw that it was Ethan. Hitting ignore – and hoping Ethan would take the hint - he dropped the phone on the bed beside him then laid Maddie down her back as he continued to kiss down her body.

Thirty seconds later, when he was unbuttoning her jeans, the phone buzzed again.

Ethan.

Freddie hit ignore but Maddie was looking at him suspiciously.

"It's just Ethan," he told her, pulling down her zipper and preparing to remove her pants.

The phone buzzed a third time.

"You'd better answer it," Maddie sat up, covering her chest with a hand, her self-consciousness evident.

"This will just take a second." Furious with Ethan, Freddie grabbed his phone ready to send a nasty text. He looked at Ethan's first message.

Holy Shit! Guess who Beck's dad is!

He scrolled down to the next one.

Tommy Oliver!

Freddie pursed his lips for a second. Tommy Oliver? As in the most famous Power Ranger in franchise history?

The final text was a picture with the words: You gotta get over here right now!

It was a snapshot of, it looked like Megan, being held in mid-air by a tall guy with long dark hair pulled back into a ponytail. Freddie enlarged the picture to see the tattoos more closely.

He felt himself trembling when he realized that the star of one of his childhood obsessions and adult guilty pleasures was currently ON CAMPUS and all he had to do was get his ass over to the gym to meet him in person.

Freddie looked over at Maddie, with her plump lips and hardened nipples. He looked at her open jeans and colorful hot pink and white panties peeking out at him.

Then he looked back at the picture of Tommy Oliver.

The decision was obvious.

no FaceTime but the people want to Skype me

A part of him felt bad letting Maddie walk back to her dorm, rejected and alone on a Friday night. Still, that didn't stop him from sprinting all the way across campus to the gym.

The guy at the desk didn't pay any attention to Freddie as he scanned his ID. Benson heard the pop as the door unlocked and he nearly ran over a few guys with gym bags coming the other way. Racing toward the basketball court (and making a wrong turn on the way) it was almost half past seven when he finally found the team.

The gymnasium was small and compact. They were working with about six mats all connected in a long column. The team was a line at the far end and there he was, standing halfway down the runway with both arms over his head.

Tommy freakin Oliver!

There in the flesh. Freddie froze in his tracks. He found it hard to catch his breath as he stared at the action star who he'd admired for as long as he could remember.

He could barely believe this was real.

"One more time," Tommy said to Carly. "Keep that arm straight."

From the other end of the mat, Carly took a few running steps and then placed her hands down on the mat. Her legs went over her head and then her feet landed on the mat. She threw herself backward and Tommy Oliver, gracefully and perfectly placed a hand under her back, lifting her just enough so her arms hit the floor instead of her face.

Landing on her feet, Carly shrieked and excited – "I did it!" while the rest of the team cheered.

Tommy extended his hand and they exchanged a high five. "One more," he told her.

It was then that Freddie saw Ethan waving to him. He wasn't sure how long Ethan had been trying to get his attention but at the moment he felt like a twelve year old fan girl for staring so long at the man, the myth, the legend: Tommy Oliver.

Taking the long way around, so he wouldn't interrupt Carly's tumbling, Freddie stood beside Ethan shaking his head in amazement.

"You should have warned me!" Ethan joked. "I would have worn my MMPR shirt."

"I had no idea," Freddie admitted. "Beck Oliver. Tommy Oliver. Who would have thought?"

"Right!" Ethan agreed, filming the next victim Tori.

"Very nice!" Tommy complimented her. "With a layout like that, you shouldn't have any problem getting a full. Try it again. This time with a half twist. Like this." He took her arms and held them straight over her head and then had her pull them in quickly, rotating her body.

Freddie stood there for hours, watching Tommy Oliver give corrections and advice to every member of the team. Except for Fred.

Even Benson had to admit the guy was phenomenal. The height of his flips alone was impressive. Apparently Tommy felt that way too because he asked Fred if they could trade tumbling skills for a day.

It was almost ten before they started putting the mats away. A few members of the team were standing around getting last minute advice from Tommy. Freddie shyly stood in the background, waiting for a chance to ask for a picture.

He caught Jade giving him a dirty look and he immediately looked at the ground. But a second later, she was next to him, a handful of his sleeve in her fist as she dragged him away from Tommy.

"Show's over," she hissed at him.

"I just wanted a picture," Freddie explained.

"Then buy a ticket for ComicCon!" She shoved him hard, causing Freddie to take a few steps back.

"Jade!" Tommy exclaimed as he began walking their way.

"He was going to bug you for a picture," Jade explained as arms folded and her hip stuck out to one side.

"Then let him bug me," Tommy extended his hand cordially toward Freddie. "Jade thinks she's my bodyguard."

The dark haired girl forced a smile as Tommy took Freddie's phone and handed it to Jade.

"Say Megazord," Jade gritted her teeth as she took the picture.

Freddie couldn't believe that he was standing next to Tommy Oliver. His mind was in overdrive and he wanted so badly to start a conversation but he was afraid that he might sound stupid.

"I've been a fan of the show for as long as I can remember," Freddie began.

"Thanks," Tommy grinned.

"I mean, it kinda changed my life," he said not caring how lame that sounded or that Jade was mock-gagging herself. "In high school, I wanted to be a director so I starting filming these two girls who wanted to do their own web series."

"Very cool," Tommy nodded his approval.

"I got better at the tech end of things than directing but I would love to work on show like yours someday. In any capacity."

"Believe in your dreams," Tommy said. "Anything is possible."

"So does that mean you'll pay for us to go to Nationals? Because that's my dream," Jade's eyes challenged his.

"I told you I would match whatever money the team raised through donations and fundraisers."

"We don't have time to do all that stuff! "

"If it's important to you, I know you'll find time."

"Our bid video in due in six weeks and you saw what a mess our tumbling is. Our partner stunts are even worse!"

"Jade," Tommy placed his hands on her shoulders. "I know how hard you've been working to put together a good team."

"This is my last chance to go to Nationals!" Jade snarled.

Freddie wondered why the hell she was getting so bitchy with Tommy Oliver.

"Then this asshole decides he's 'too busy' to do our video," Jade threw shade and a nasty look at Freddie.

"I have a tough course load," Freddie replied defensively, trying not to look bad in front of Tommy Oliver.

"Yet you're here. For three hours now. It can't be that tough," Jade called him out once again.

"I don't think you understand how much work is involved in…,"

"I do. Believe me. I do."

Freddie looked at Tommy for help but the celebrity remained neutral. "I'm sure things will work out."

"Oh yeah?" Jade pointed to Ethan. "He was supposed to be filming us but instead he's been posting pictures of YOU to Snapchat," she looked at Tommy.

"Can I talk to you a minute? In private?" Beck grabbed Jade by the hand and yanked her away from the conversation. Even though they moved to the other side of the gym, they were loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Why are you giving my dad a hard time?"

"I wasn't giving him a hard time."

"Yes. You were."

"I was just asking him to make a donation so we could go to Nationals."

"You realize that my dad is not a bank, right?"

"Just because you don't like to ask him for money…"

"You still don't get it!"

"I do get it! He donates to charities ALL THE TIME!"

"That's not the same and you know it."

"You don't think we're a charitable cause? Have you seen Gibby's cartwheel?"

"Jade, I'm only gonna say this once. STOP ASKING MY DAD FOR MONEY!"

At that Jade stormed out of the gym, slamming the large metal door behind her. A thunderous BANG was heard as it hit the frame. Beck's hands clawed through his thick hair.

"Anybody want to get some pizza?" Spencer asked loudly to offset the tension.

So yes - a surprise cameo from Tommy Oliver (exclusive property of whoever currently owns the right to the Power Rangers).

This chapter is dedicated to the one and only ADJ - You are the best.