Solitary Man
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Category:
S through Z › School of Rock
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
4,145
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own School of Rock, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Close To the Flame
A/N: New chapter! Yo! Kind of pointless…but it sets us up for something big next chapter. I’ll be faster with updates now since after Boxing Day I won’t have so much damn OVERTIME at work. >.<
Warnings: Same as other chapters.
Disclaimer: I own SHIT all. Thank you.
Solitary Man
Zack was awoken the next morning by a huge racket coming from down the hall, he jerked up and reached for the covers, hoping to help whoever was in trouble. It was then that he heard the lyrics almost drowned out by the slamming of drums:
‘I want to be the minority
I don't need your authority
Down with the moral majority
'Cause I want to be the minority
I pledge allegiance to the underworld
One nation under dog
There of which I stand alone
A face in the crowd
Unsung, against the mould
Without a doubt
Singled out
The only way I know-’
Clenching his fists Zack jumped out of bed, pulled on his cargos, shirt and blazer and literally kicked his way out of the door, slamming it into the wall with the force.
“BASTARD!”
Downstairs Katie, Summer and Dewey were just sitting down for something to eat when Zack’s scream ‘o fury ripped down the stairs. Katie giggled, Summer practically shook in her seat and Dewey got a funny smirk on his face. The next lot of noise was a second explosive bang followed by shouting and a lot of painful sounding yelps, a few seconds later Zack appeared at the bottom of the stairs looking ruffled, pissed off and tired.
“M-morning Zack…” Summer held up a hand nervously in greeting, Zack turned to her with a glare that could have withered a forest out of existence, she shrunk back in her seat, “…um…coffee?” When the guitarist reached out and snatched the coffee jug she almost screamed.
“Fuckinbastardshittymorningbloody8amfuckinassdrumsidiotbastardspazzygit-” Zack’s rant continued as he flopped into his seat, Dewey eyed him as if to make sure he wasn’t going to explode if spoken to again, then passed him the cereal, “thanks” the raven almost inaudibly muttered to the table surface.
“No problem!” Dewey grinned, his cheery self, Zack almost envied him…the vocalist seemed to have an endless supply of energy no matter what time it was….which reminded him…
“FUCKIN EIGHT.A.M!” he slammed a fist on the table in anger, Dewey immediately grabbed his wrist and shot him a look, Zack grimaced and looked away, “sorry…” it was a show of how angry the guitarist actually was that he didn’t blush or fidget at the touch, he just glared at the jug of coffee like it was personally responsible for his misery and early rise.
Everyone learned something that morning.
Zack isn’t a morning person.
***
It was later around the lounge table that Freddy put his ‘great plan’ into action, they were playing a game of poker quietly, though there was some tension between Zack and the drummer. Who was now sporting a nice shiny black eye for his mistake.
“Hey, guys…and girls,” Freddy looked up as he threw a card down, everyone turned their gaze on the blonde who was scratching his head, “how about we get some drink in tonight eh?”
Zack threw down a card as well, levelling the drummer with a curious gaze, “Freddy…we haven’t drank in ages, and-”
“EXACTLY! I could kill for some alcohol!” Freddy replied impatiently, Zack sighed and rolled his eyes, Freddy suddenly fidgeted.
“Listen, who is going to buy the alcohol? We are 18 and while we can buy in the UK we have to be 21 to buy here Spazzy.” Zack folded his arms making sure to fan his cards away from the drummer’s view, he had a strong reputation for cheating at anything he was losing and losing he was; badly. Freddy however just smirked and shot Dewey a look.
“Oooooh no! No! Not me. I am not being responsible for you lot while you’re out of your minds, you’re bad enough sober.” the vocalist looked away, Freddy grinned and elbowed Zack. The guitarist immediately got the idea and he did not like it. Zack shook his head and glared stubbornly at the blonde.
Unfortunately the rest of the band were also giving him pleading looks, even Zack had no idea about Dewey’s feelings for him…but it was no secret he was Dewey’s favourite. He mouthed a violent ‘No!’ and scowled. It didn’t take long to crack him. He sighed and turned to Dewey.
“Look…Dewey, I kind of agree with Freddy. I mean, I don’t drink much anyways, if you get us the alcohol I promise to take full responsibility for them. Come on dude, please!?” Zack turned on the ‘pleading look’ full force, Dewey covered his eyes and turned away groaning…he hated that look…he could never say no.
“…fine. But you are responsible Zack Attack, if anything gets broke or…God knows…you are paying for it out of your own cash dude!” Dewey had a finger pointed directly between the guitarist's eyes, which were crossed looking at it, Zack shrunk back a little.
“Ok! I promise dude!”
“And!” Zack and the others blinked and looked back towards Dewey who was still standing…though now with a evil smirk on his face, “we play twister.”
“Awww what, that game isn’t my thing…can I be spinner?” Zack almost begged, Dewey shook his head and fingered his wallet, Zack sighed…he had been the one to make the deal after all. He had to play, “fine.”
He just knew he was gonna be embarrassed somehow tonight.
***
“Ok, good so far, he’s agreed to twister and that will get him into close contact with the person he likes…while both are drunk hopefully.” Freddy was walking behind Dewey at the store, the vocalist had been filled in on the plan on the way over.
“You could have told me you planned the drink you know, then I would have agreed to buy the alcohol.”
“Exactly, that would have been suspicious, so I didn’t tell you and it looked more authentic for it!” Freddy smiled happily and clasped his hands behind his head.
“Damn Spazzy, you actually thought about this one didn’t you?” Dewey laughed as the blonde took a swipe at him and missed, cursing him out Freddy continued walking towards the aisle, following the blonde Dewey couldn’t help but think Freddy was acting a little…off lately.
‘He’s…usually impulsive…but lately he’s been more so and in an angry way…I wonder if he stopped taking his medication? No, no Freddy may be a bit on the ditzy side but he’s not that stupid, he knows what he gets like without it. Still…’
“Hurry up D!” Freddy was leaning against a freezer cabinet, scowling and looking impatient, tired and…angry. Frowning Dewey walked over to him, he eyed Freddy curiously for a minute but then shrugged and turned down the aisle. Freddy followed behind him scuffing his shoes.
***
Meanwhile, Zack had a big problem, he was currently pacing the room in front of his mirror looking stressed and he had less than two hours to get ready.
“Man, when did I become such a girl…what do I wear!?” Zack resisted the urge to scream and made his way slowly back to the wardrobe.
‘It’s only the band, you aren’t going anywhere special you dope.”
“Shut up. I need to look decent!” Zack snapped at his mirror, “what the hell…I’m talking to myself now? Great, those long months stuck with Freddy have finally kicked in.”
“You’re telling me, have you gone mad?”
Zack jumped a mile in the air and spun to his door, Tomika was standing there looking highly amused, Zack flushed and turned away. He half-heartedly thumbed through his clothes again trying to ignore the girl who plonked herself on his bed to watch.
“This is stupid…how have I got nothing to wear, casual yet striking…come on…”
“Here, let me see,” Tomika got up off the bed and pushed him to one side gently so she could peer into his drawers and wardrobe, Zack stood stock still while she rooted through the clothes, “there!”
“Wha-” Zack started as she threw him some clothes, the guitarist caught them and checked them out, “…you sure Songbird?”
“Sure I’m sure! Trust me!”
“…” Zack turned into his bathroom and locked the door, he slowly got undressed while considering his hair in the mirror. It was ok, but he could still tidy it up a little considering he hadn’t brushed it that morning thanks to Freddy.
After showering and drying his hair Zack decided now was a good time to try out a new style, he grabbed a brush and side-parted his fringe carefully, deciding it looked pretty cool he grabbed the hairspray and let rip. Running the brush through the rest of his hair he checked once more, his side parting meant the hair fell over his left eye, in his opinion it looked pretty damn cool!
“Right, clothes, no wait, Lynx then black clothes,” he muttered as he went through the actions, “ok. Now clothes.”
Zack grabbed the clothes Tomika had picked out for him and yanked them on, a white shirt followed by a black pinstriped waistcoat and some less formal, baggy black pants. A tad long for him but acceptable. He didn’t bother with shoes as they weren’t leaving the house.
“Zack what are you doing in there?! Trying to drown yourself? Twister can’t be that bad.”
“No!” Zack laughed and turned back to the mirror one last time, “Damn…thank you Tomika!”
“You like?” she asked, peering round the door after he unlocked it. Zack grinned and folded his arms, Tomika stood there gaping at him, “Zack? What did you do to your hair?! Wow you look really different!”
“Isn’t it awesome? I think I like this style,” the guitarist walked to his drawers and started picking through them, after a while he emerged with a black tie, “bingo.” He quickly threw it on an tucked it into the waistcoat.
“Messy yet classy, I like it, did Billy give you fashion tips?” Tomika giggled as Zack glared at her.
“What was wrong with my taste before?”
“Well…nothing so much wrong…just…you never made an effort. Baggy gig-bought shirts and cargos don’t do it for you like this style. Zack Attack! Lady killer! Man killer! None are safe!”
“You know about that…” Zack started but as soon as Tomika started laughing he couldn’t help but join in. When he calmed down he gave Tomika a look, “hey…do you really think that? I mean…you more than likely figured I’m trying to impress someone…”
“Zack. Knock ‘em dead.”
***
A/N: Zack is going out of his way! Well not really…but he’s making an effort! Bless him he’s so adorable. I love Solitary Man!Zack.
Will it work? What is wrong with Freddy? Who knows…besides me? >=P Wait an see.
Warnings: Same as other chapters.
Disclaimer: I own SHIT all. Thank you.
Solitary Man
Zack was awoken the next morning by a huge racket coming from down the hall, he jerked up and reached for the covers, hoping to help whoever was in trouble. It was then that he heard the lyrics almost drowned out by the slamming of drums:
‘I want to be the minority
I don't need your authority
Down with the moral majority
'Cause I want to be the minority
I pledge allegiance to the underworld
One nation under dog
There of which I stand alone
A face in the crowd
Unsung, against the mould
Without a doubt
Singled out
The only way I know-’
Clenching his fists Zack jumped out of bed, pulled on his cargos, shirt and blazer and literally kicked his way out of the door, slamming it into the wall with the force.
“BASTARD!”
Downstairs Katie, Summer and Dewey were just sitting down for something to eat when Zack’s scream ‘o fury ripped down the stairs. Katie giggled, Summer practically shook in her seat and Dewey got a funny smirk on his face. The next lot of noise was a second explosive bang followed by shouting and a lot of painful sounding yelps, a few seconds later Zack appeared at the bottom of the stairs looking ruffled, pissed off and tired.
“M-morning Zack…” Summer held up a hand nervously in greeting, Zack turned to her with a glare that could have withered a forest out of existence, she shrunk back in her seat, “…um…coffee?” When the guitarist reached out and snatched the coffee jug she almost screamed.
“Fuckinbastardshittymorningbloody8amfuckinassdrumsidiotbastardspazzygit-” Zack’s rant continued as he flopped into his seat, Dewey eyed him as if to make sure he wasn’t going to explode if spoken to again, then passed him the cereal, “thanks” the raven almost inaudibly muttered to the table surface.
“No problem!” Dewey grinned, his cheery self, Zack almost envied him…the vocalist seemed to have an endless supply of energy no matter what time it was….which reminded him…
“FUCKIN EIGHT.A.M!” he slammed a fist on the table in anger, Dewey immediately grabbed his wrist and shot him a look, Zack grimaced and looked away, “sorry…” it was a show of how angry the guitarist actually was that he didn’t blush or fidget at the touch, he just glared at the jug of coffee like it was personally responsible for his misery and early rise.
Everyone learned something that morning.
Zack isn’t a morning person.
***
It was later around the lounge table that Freddy put his ‘great plan’ into action, they were playing a game of poker quietly, though there was some tension between Zack and the drummer. Who was now sporting a nice shiny black eye for his mistake.
“Hey, guys…and girls,” Freddy looked up as he threw a card down, everyone turned their gaze on the blonde who was scratching his head, “how about we get some drink in tonight eh?”
Zack threw down a card as well, levelling the drummer with a curious gaze, “Freddy…we haven’t drank in ages, and-”
“EXACTLY! I could kill for some alcohol!” Freddy replied impatiently, Zack sighed and rolled his eyes, Freddy suddenly fidgeted.
“Listen, who is going to buy the alcohol? We are 18 and while we can buy in the UK we have to be 21 to buy here Spazzy.” Zack folded his arms making sure to fan his cards away from the drummer’s view, he had a strong reputation for cheating at anything he was losing and losing he was; badly. Freddy however just smirked and shot Dewey a look.
“Oooooh no! No! Not me. I am not being responsible for you lot while you’re out of your minds, you’re bad enough sober.” the vocalist looked away, Freddy grinned and elbowed Zack. The guitarist immediately got the idea and he did not like it. Zack shook his head and glared stubbornly at the blonde.
Unfortunately the rest of the band were also giving him pleading looks, even Zack had no idea about Dewey’s feelings for him…but it was no secret he was Dewey’s favourite. He mouthed a violent ‘No!’ and scowled. It didn’t take long to crack him. He sighed and turned to Dewey.
“Look…Dewey, I kind of agree with Freddy. I mean, I don’t drink much anyways, if you get us the alcohol I promise to take full responsibility for them. Come on dude, please!?” Zack turned on the ‘pleading look’ full force, Dewey covered his eyes and turned away groaning…he hated that look…he could never say no.
“…fine. But you are responsible Zack Attack, if anything gets broke or…God knows…you are paying for it out of your own cash dude!” Dewey had a finger pointed directly between the guitarist's eyes, which were crossed looking at it, Zack shrunk back a little.
“Ok! I promise dude!”
“And!” Zack and the others blinked and looked back towards Dewey who was still standing…though now with a evil smirk on his face, “we play twister.”
“Awww what, that game isn’t my thing…can I be spinner?” Zack almost begged, Dewey shook his head and fingered his wallet, Zack sighed…he had been the one to make the deal after all. He had to play, “fine.”
He just knew he was gonna be embarrassed somehow tonight.
***
“Ok, good so far, he’s agreed to twister and that will get him into close contact with the person he likes…while both are drunk hopefully.” Freddy was walking behind Dewey at the store, the vocalist had been filled in on the plan on the way over.
“You could have told me you planned the drink you know, then I would have agreed to buy the alcohol.”
“Exactly, that would have been suspicious, so I didn’t tell you and it looked more authentic for it!” Freddy smiled happily and clasped his hands behind his head.
“Damn Spazzy, you actually thought about this one didn’t you?” Dewey laughed as the blonde took a swipe at him and missed, cursing him out Freddy continued walking towards the aisle, following the blonde Dewey couldn’t help but think Freddy was acting a little…off lately.
‘He’s…usually impulsive…but lately he’s been more so and in an angry way…I wonder if he stopped taking his medication? No, no Freddy may be a bit on the ditzy side but he’s not that stupid, he knows what he gets like without it. Still…’
“Hurry up D!” Freddy was leaning against a freezer cabinet, scowling and looking impatient, tired and…angry. Frowning Dewey walked over to him, he eyed Freddy curiously for a minute but then shrugged and turned down the aisle. Freddy followed behind him scuffing his shoes.
***
Meanwhile, Zack had a big problem, he was currently pacing the room in front of his mirror looking stressed and he had less than two hours to get ready.
“Man, when did I become such a girl…what do I wear!?” Zack resisted the urge to scream and made his way slowly back to the wardrobe.
‘It’s only the band, you aren’t going anywhere special you dope.”
“Shut up. I need to look decent!” Zack snapped at his mirror, “what the hell…I’m talking to myself now? Great, those long months stuck with Freddy have finally kicked in.”
“You’re telling me, have you gone mad?”
Zack jumped a mile in the air and spun to his door, Tomika was standing there looking highly amused, Zack flushed and turned away. He half-heartedly thumbed through his clothes again trying to ignore the girl who plonked herself on his bed to watch.
“This is stupid…how have I got nothing to wear, casual yet striking…come on…”
“Here, let me see,” Tomika got up off the bed and pushed him to one side gently so she could peer into his drawers and wardrobe, Zack stood stock still while she rooted through the clothes, “there!”
“Wha-” Zack started as she threw him some clothes, the guitarist caught them and checked them out, “…you sure Songbird?”
“Sure I’m sure! Trust me!”
“…” Zack turned into his bathroom and locked the door, he slowly got undressed while considering his hair in the mirror. It was ok, but he could still tidy it up a little considering he hadn’t brushed it that morning thanks to Freddy.
After showering and drying his hair Zack decided now was a good time to try out a new style, he grabbed a brush and side-parted his fringe carefully, deciding it looked pretty cool he grabbed the hairspray and let rip. Running the brush through the rest of his hair he checked once more, his side parting meant the hair fell over his left eye, in his opinion it looked pretty damn cool!
“Right, clothes, no wait, Lynx then black clothes,” he muttered as he went through the actions, “ok. Now clothes.”
Zack grabbed the clothes Tomika had picked out for him and yanked them on, a white shirt followed by a black pinstriped waistcoat and some less formal, baggy black pants. A tad long for him but acceptable. He didn’t bother with shoes as they weren’t leaving the house.
“Zack what are you doing in there?! Trying to drown yourself? Twister can’t be that bad.”
“No!” Zack laughed and turned back to the mirror one last time, “Damn…thank you Tomika!”
“You like?” she asked, peering round the door after he unlocked it. Zack grinned and folded his arms, Tomika stood there gaping at him, “Zack? What did you do to your hair?! Wow you look really different!”
“Isn’t it awesome? I think I like this style,” the guitarist walked to his drawers and started picking through them, after a while he emerged with a black tie, “bingo.” He quickly threw it on an tucked it into the waistcoat.
“Messy yet classy, I like it, did Billy give you fashion tips?” Tomika giggled as Zack glared at her.
“What was wrong with my taste before?”
“Well…nothing so much wrong…just…you never made an effort. Baggy gig-bought shirts and cargos don’t do it for you like this style. Zack Attack! Lady killer! Man killer! None are safe!”
“You know about that…” Zack started but as soon as Tomika started laughing he couldn’t help but join in. When he calmed down he gave Tomika a look, “hey…do you really think that? I mean…you more than likely figured I’m trying to impress someone…”
“Zack. Knock ‘em dead.”
***
A/N: Zack is going out of his way! Well not really…but he’s making an effort! Bless him he’s so adorable. I love Solitary Man!Zack.
Will it work? What is wrong with Freddy? Who knows…besides me? >=P Wait an see.