At Night ;)

Here at Horace Green

Freddy walked into the empty classroom. It was 5 PM, long after the rest of the school had left, including the teachers. The hallways were dark and were only illuminated by the occasional window. When he got to Mr. Schneebly's classroom, he took a deep breath and pushed open the door. He strode over to the drumset in the corner of the room. It was covered by a big white sheet (like that was fooling anyone into thinking there was no drum set). Freddy tore the sheet off of the set and stared at it silently. His parents were on vacation, which meant he had ditched his babysitter. This was done by pulling a rather elaborate prank on her. Typical. All he wanted to do was play drums. It was therapeutic for him. It allowed him to let out his pent up emotions. He needed to be woken up inside and the drums woke him up.

He sat down on the drum throne bc he is the KWEEN. He practiced fills first, and then entire songs. It was stupid of him to run away from home just to play drums at his school. Even he knew that. But still, it was too tempting. He needed to feel that rush of energy; the rush of dopamine that spread through his head when he played drums. No where else did he seem to find this rush.

The sound of a door that hadn't been oiled in ages filled his ears. His mind went blank.

"F U C K" was all Freddy could think. He was definitely busted. A teacher had come in, and heard Freddy playing. He would be expelled for sure. The rest of the band would be found out and Mr. Schneebly would be fired.

"Freddy???????" You could see the relief on Freddy's face, just before he became extremely confused. He turned towards the closet, where Billy was standing. He was half inside and was still holding the doorknob.

"Billy, what the hell are you doing here!? And why are you in the closet? (( ;) ))" Billy's face was noticeably redder than usual. He looked a little frustrated.

"I needed more time to work on the costumes. And I hate my dad. So I came here, expecting no one to be here. I thought you were a teacher, idiot!! That's why I was hiding in here."

"I've been drumming for like 15 minutes and you just now realized it probably wasn't a teacher,"

Billy looked frustrated, as if he were searching for words to say. Just then, he was pushed by something. Freddy had noticed this and just sorta stared for a couple of seconds. Billy was shoved again, harder this time, and he nearly fell, letting go of the doorknob and tripping out of the small closet. A black ponytail that looked sort of like a fountain popped out from behind Billy.

"Hi." The dude said while waving stupidly. It was FCUKING ZACK. He had black eye makeup smeared down his face and was wearing a sparkly shirt. The shirt wasn't as colorful and extravagant as the other clothes Billy designed. Freddy just sat there trying to process this.

"You were in that tiny, dark closet for like fifteen minutes" Billy's face was the facial embodiment of 'OH SHIT'.

"FREDDY, WE WEREN'T DOING ANYTHING WEIRD!! GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER!!" Billy yelled, his face even redder than before. Zack didn't really give a shit about the situation at hand. He was kinda just staring into space.

"I could blast MCR in the hallway and scream-cry the lyrics right now if I wanted to," Neither Billy nor Freddy were listening to him.

"What else would you have been doing in there with him!? This place is empty and it's getting late, it's a perfect situation to get wEIRD you sickos!!" Freddy said aggressively.

"I was working on costumes and I needed a human mannequin, OKAY?? We both hid in there because we thought you were a T EA C H ER!!!"

"I think I'm gonna do that actually," Zack mumbled, referring to the MCR thing.