A/N: My first School Of Rock Fic. Please tell me what you think and review. Oh and this fic is mostly based on the Bowling For Soup album: Drunk Enough to Dance.

Disclaimer: I do not own the movie School of Rock and the song 'I Don't Wanna Rock' is strictly owned by Bowling For Soup.

CH 1 – I DON'T WANNA ROCK Freddy's POV

You know what really sucks? The fact that I can pretty much get any girl I want except for the one that I care for. I mean, don't get me wrong, I care for Summer, Marta, Alicia, and Tomika, but there's something special about Katie. It's all different with her. I have no idea WHY it's all different with her, but it just is.

I take one look at her and I get all nervous and start caring about the way I act, the way I look, what I say or don't say. Which is bullshit, because usually I don't CARE what people say or think about me but with Katie, it's completely different.

And it's really pathetic because I've been feeling this way since fifth grade. Okay? FIFTH GRADE! And now that I'm fifteen years old, you'd think I'd have gotten over her and moved on to someone else, but oh no. No matter what I did – dating all these different girls – you'd think that I would've gotten over her and just looked at her like a sister because I know she thinks of me as a brother.

This completely sucks.

At first, I tried dating all these different girls. I know I told you this already, but still. There was Emily, Lisa, Tracy, Heather, Delia, Ashley, the list can go on and on. But no matter how much I focused my attention on them, my mind always drifted back to Katie.

So lately, I'm trying to get my mind off of her. Try a different method so to speak. I've been avoiding her all day. Actually, I've been avoiding her all week! I've been distant – and even tried to act like a jerk to her once or twice just to get her off of my mind. So far, I have made zero progress.

So then, I go to Zack Attack for some advice. Believe it or not, the guy is a master at love. I mean, he and Summer have been going out for about three years now. Sure they have their ups and downs, but I think they're really in love. And it makes me puke. I don't know if it's because of jealousy or because it just really makes me sick, but either way, the dude gives great advice.

But no matter how good or how wise his words sound, I ignore it and do not follow it.

So here I am early for practice banging on my drums out of frusteration, anger, and…other stuff. I don't think I even have a pleasant beat anymore. I think I'm just drumming for the hell of it.

In fact, I'm drumming so hard and focusing so much on my screwed up love life that I do not notice Katie standing there watching me until I finally stop drumming and she says, "Nice."

Great. Just great. This is exactly what I need right now.

"Oh. Thanks," I say and look away. I'm hoping that this is sending the message that I do not wanna talk to her right now, but it's not working.

"Freddy, can we talk?"

"Sure," I shrugged and followed her to the couch, "What's up?"

"Are you mad at me?"

"If I was mad at you, I wouldn't be talking to you right now," I said, "Besides, why would you think that?"

"Oh, I don't know. You just – you seem really distant and it looks as if you've been avoiding me all week. Is there something wrong?" Katie looked at me with her big blue gorgeous eyes.

Something wrong? Of course there's something wrong! I (censor) LOVE her!

Oops…did I just say that? No, I don't love her. I don't. I like her, that's for sure, but I don't LOVE her. But then again, maybe I do. Hmm….

"Freddy? You there?"

"Oh sorry. I just spaced out for a minute," I laugh nervously.

"So you're not mad at me?"

"Of course not. Why would I be?"

"Okay. Just making sure," Katie said picking up her bass, "Wanna practice?"

"Yeah. Sure." I walk to my drums and we began playing, I Don't Wanna Rock by Bowling For Soup.

[sighs] That was a perfect opportunity to ask her out. But I didn't. I hate myself.

I don't wanna talk. I don't wanna rock. And I don't wanna tell her that I love her.

Am I pathetic or what?

Katie's POV

Right now I am on the bus sitting by myself, listening to I Don't Wanna Rock by Bowling For Soup, and thinking about my screwed up life. More like screwed up love life.

And since you're here reading this, I might as well tell you.

I have always had a crush on Freddy. Probably since the fourth grade. I've always liked him and we've always had been friends since we were babies. Well, obviously – I mean our mothers are like the best of friends.

But anyway, it wasn't until fourth grade that I started having a crush on him. And it sucks. Cause I know that a lot of these other girls like him too, and I probably have zero chance. Not to mention the fact that he probably just thinks of me as his sister or something.

And it's really pathetic because I'm fifteen years old and I've been liking the dude for six (censor) years!! You think that this stupid little crush would've been over by now. You think that my heart would've moved on.

Summer keeps telling me to go for it. And so does Zack! How Zack knows that I like Freddy? I blame Summer. But that is besides that point.

Anyway, I think Freddy doesn't have a clue that I like him. I'm real good at hiding things. I've always acted like just an older or younger sister – either annoying him or helping him with his homework.

And I really want to tell him that I liked him and I was so close to doing it today too, but there's one problem.

He's been avoiding me.

And I get so worried. Is he mad at me? Did I do something wrong? Does he hate me?

Well, I guess I'll find out right now. I got off the bus and started walking up the stairs to Dewey's apartment. I could hear the sound of drumming which means Freddy is here. So I walk in and there's Freddy drumming away. God, he looks so cute. His face is so full of concentration and his drumming solo is just so perfect. The way he just hits the cymbals and the snare and everything.

And he's so focused, he doesn't even notice me standing there until he finishes his drumming with a bang on the cymbals and I say, "Nice."

"Oh. Thanks," he said and looked away from me. See? Not a good sign. I told you he's been ignoring me lately.

"Freddy? Can we talk?" I said sitting on the sofa.

Freddy put down his drumsticks and sat besides me, "Sure. What's up?"

"Are you mad at me?" I said with the tiniest sound of sadness.

 "If I was mad at you, I wouldn't be talking to you right now," he said and grinned, "Besides, why would you think that?"

"Oh, I don't know. You just – you seem really distant and it looks as if you've been avoiding me all week. Is there something wrong?" I looked at him concerned.

He stayed silent. Uh-oh. This is a very bad sign. I think.

"Freddy? You there?"

"Oh sorry. I just spaced out for a minute," he laughed nervously.

"So you're not mad at me?"

"Of course not. Why would I be?"

"Okay. Just making sure," I said picking up my bass, "Wanna practice?"

"Yeah. Sure." Freddy walked to the drums and we began playing I Don't Wanna Rock by Bowling For Soup.

And what a coincidence. I was just listening to that song too.

While we were playing I began thinking to myself do I love Freddy? And I don't know what made me think that, but then I also thought would I die for Freddy? Would I do anything for him?

And my answer to all of this was, yes, I would. So did that mean that I loved him? What did love mean anyway?

Strumming my bass I looked at him and sang the lyrics to the song, "I don't wanna talk. I don't wanna rock. And I don't wanna tell you I love you…"

A/N: So should I continue or am I wasting my time with this fic? Please review and tell me. Flames will be ignored. However constructive critisim will be taken to heart. Thank you.