My first school of rock fic. Enjoy!
He watched her bite her lip with that pensive expression on her face. They
were allowed to practice playing during their breaks in the school's music
room. She stood at her usual spot by the window, her back leaning on it; he
could watch her inconspicuously from where he sat, behind his drums. Her
fore and index fingers continued to strum the bass, her rhythm perfect, but
you could tell what was on her mind was the farthest from the instrument
she was holding. She had always been like that; silent, stoic, extremely
talented and astonishingly beautiful. She usually only speaks when spoken
to, and politely and passively always. Unless provoked, which is where he
He remained oblivious to her as he walked closer. When he was near enough,
he pulled out one of his drumsticks from his collar and used it to flip the
hair cascading down her shoulders. Her hair smelled like apples and he
caught himself smiling uncontrollably.
"Freddy, quit messing around," Katie said with a flippant wave of her hand.
He looked at her gravely before clearing out his throat. "Katie, darling, I
am not here to --," he puts up both hands and makes quotation marks in the
air, "mess around. I came here to tell you something. Your playing has
become, at least in my opinion, a matter of grave concern."
Katie raised her left eyebrow.
"I believe you've become rather robotic. Where is the passion? The feeling?
The profound arduous relationship between you and your bass guitar? The
deep love for rock and roll? The 'sticking to the man' with fiery
pitchforks of G's?" he finished dramatically with his hands gesticulating
as if he were reciting 'I Have A Dream'.
Katie merely snorted. "Whatever you're smoking? I want some of it."
"I'm serious. I might have to report you to Dewey," he said with a playful
glint in his eye.
"Fine, Mr. Jones. My playing is not robotic. You see, I'm not like you. I
do not need to "feel" every single note or beat I'm playing. And in your
case "feel" is just a euphemism for 'trying to remember the next thing I'm
going to play' since you have the attention span of a teacup. My playing is
second nature to me; it's called talent. Look it up." Katie finished with a
bass solo she has been working on and a pout on her mouth.
"Ouch." He squint his eyes and grabbed his chest as if someone had just
poked his heart with a bread knife.
"Don't RSVP if you can't come to the party." Katie gave him a wink and
turned her attention back to her bass.
He walked back to his drum set with a defeated hunch on his shoulder. Well,
not really. He didn't mind getting shot down by the clever Miss Brown all
the time, if it means having her complete, undivided attention for a few
As he sat back on his stool, he watched her. She had the same pensive
expression on her face once more, the brown pools of her eyes mistier than
it ever seemed. If only he could guess what she was thinking.
He continued watching her, completely abandoning the thought of practicing
some of the songs for himself. It wasn't as if she noticed anything, she
was too immersed in her thoughts. The only other people in the room were
Lawrence and Summer and they were busy catching up on advanced reading
("Whatever that means," he thought.) He heard the bell ring at the back of
his head and he knew she did too as her head shot up so suddenly as if
woken from a reverie. She placed her bass guitar in its leather case, and
was about to slide it over her shoulder when Freddy caught the leather
strap with his hand.
"I'll take that for you," he said beaming down at her.
"Oh thank you kind sir, I couldn't possibly have carried that darned heavy
thing over the threshold all by my teeny, helpless self," she teased.
"Shut up. Can't I do something nice for once without having you mock me?"
he said with an apparent hurt in his tone.
"Aww, did I hurt poork ickle Freddiekins feelings?" Katie said, giving him
that pout again. Damn Dewey for teaching her that pout.
"Yes, you did. I might never recover. The only way you can make it up is,"
Freddy pointed to his lips.
Katie just rolled her eyes. "Some other lifetime, Jones."
"Come on you guys, we're going to be late," Summer called back to them as
she and Lawrence made their way to the door.
"Well, you heard the man," Freddy said with a sigh. Katie playfully swatted
his arm before hooking her own over it. She was pressed so near him and he
wondered if she felt him tense up.
A/N: Needless to say, the sole purpose of this fic is to share some
Freddy/Katie love. There has got to be more Freddy/Katie shippers out
there! Come one you guys, show the love! Feed me fics! Cause as much as I
love to write, when it comes to fanfics, I love to read more. Anyway, some
snogging might be called for in the coming chapters (