Silence filled the cramped closet as Summer delayed her reply, checking for the usual sarcastic edge of Freddy's voice. Finally, she let out a nervous chuckle. "Real funny, Jones," she said. "Seriously, open the door, I can't find the light switch."

"As completely and totally hilarious as I am, Hathaway, I'm not joking. The door is locked." Freddy replied, giving Summer a 'see-for-yourself' look (not that she could see it.) Rolling her eyes (not that he could see that either), Summer blindly felt her way to the door and shoved Freddy out of the way. She toyed with the knob for awhile before finally reaching a decision.

"It's locked," she stated matter-of-factly, throwing her hands on her hips. "Wait, it's locked! What are we going to do, Freddy? We're missing class and we'll probably get suspended, if not expelled, and then I won't get into Harvard and then no one will want to marry me, so then I'll be some old woman who has no friends and no husband and-"

"Snap out of it, Hathaway!" Freddy said, smacking the back of her head. "Mr. Franklin sent us in here, remember? And, even if he is a little crazy, he's bound to realize that it's kind of odd how long we're taking to get a mop. So, calm down. And remember to breathe."

"Right. I'm a shamed to admit it, Jones, but that is perfectly logical," Summer said, giving Freddy's cheek a pinch. " Nice work."

So, they sat. And sat. And sat, until…

"Okay, it's been like… a really long time… and no one is here yet! Way to go, Jones! I'm going to be expelled, oh wow, oh gosh, oh-"

"Alright," Freddy said. "Let's calm down. There is some completely and totally calm solution to our problem."

"What would that be, Frederick? Oh, I know! Let's suddenly turn into the flipping Hulk and break down the door! We are locked in a closet with absolutely no way out. You know what, this is probably it. These are probably my last few moments. And… oh my, I'm going to have to die with you being the last boy… or even person that I see or talk to and-"

"Shut up, Summer!" Freddy said, smacking the back of her head once more. (It is said that you shouldn't hit a girl, and Freddy usually respected that rule, but it doesn't really count if that girl is crazy and hyperventilating.) "You are supposed to be the logical one. I am supposed to be the one that's going crazy or saying stupid things. Now, figure out a solution!"

"Right, right. You're completely right. I am the logical one. Why don't we just bang on the door? There's bound to be people in the halls, right? They can let us out."

"Good thinking."

So, they banged. And banged. And banged until…

"We really are going to die," Freddy murmured, sliding into a sitting position, pulling his knees up to his chest. "I don't think I've written a will. I hope they don't give Billy my clothes… lord knows what he'd do to them. Oh, I hope they give Zack my CDs, we like the same bands and-"

"What should we do?" Summer asked, sliding down to sit next to him.

"I don't know."




"Okay, this is weird… can't we just like argue or something?"

"Oh, so now we can't even have a civilized conversation, is that right, Jones?"

"Hate to break it to you, Hathaway, but 'oh' isn't exactly considered a conversation. Besides, this argument will pass the time."

"Well, what if I don't argue?"

"You will."

"I won't. I'm not talking anymore."

"Okay, and I'm the queen of England."

Summer, however remained silent.

"Summer. Are you okay? Are you like dieing or something? Because in normal circumstances your mouth doesn't stay shut for oh, say, more than two and a half seconds at a time."

Summer continued to be quiet, but her lip was twitching slightly.

"Wow. This is very nice. Ya know, Hathaway, I could live like this for a long, long time. Never hearing your squeaky, annoying, bratty-"

Summer responded with a smack to Freddy's cheek.

"That counts as talking."

"It does not," Summer protested.

"HA! You talked, I win."

'That doesn't count."

"Yes, it does."

"No, you tricked me."

"So? It worked."


"Whatever yourself."

"Shut up."

"I could probably do it better than you."

"Shut up."

"Need I repeat myself?"

"WHY AM I STUCK IN A CLOSET WITH YOU?" Summer whined, beginning to hit her head repeatedly on the wall.

"It could be worse."

"Um… how?"

"Well, for starters, Christopher could be in my position."

"What do you have against him, Jones?"

"Would you like me to start in alphabetical order, by date of annoyance, by category, or by creature involved?"

"Alphabetical," Summer said dryly.

"Okay. A, he is annoying. B, he's kind of shaped like a banana. C,-"

"Stop, stop, stop! Admit it Jones, you're just jealous!"

"So what if I am?"

Summer's breath caught in her throat. "You are?"

"A little, maybe."


It was quiet for a moment before Freddy reached out and took Summer's hand.

"Look, I know we haven't gotten along very well, and I know that you probably hate me , but it's just… I thought… I like you, Summer. A lot. And I thought that you liked me too, but then you started dating that Christopher guy and-"

"I couldn't hate you, Freddy," Summer said, giving his hand a squeeze. "I really never did."

"Well, I don't hate you either."

"It's not quite an 'I love you', but I think it's getting there," Summer giggled as Freddy leaned in and kissed her briefly.

"I think we're going to get an A," he said.

"Shut up and kiss me."

Okay, okay. That was possibly very cliché. Oh well. I finished, it's over and overall, I think it was a pretty good story. Gosh, no one ever updates in School of Rock section anymore (including me)… we really need to start. I am. Starting with this.