117The Beach House (Part 1)
- Jan 30, 2000Title: The Beach House(Part one)
Rating: PG13 (language)
By: Cheryl Fite
Charters: Famous people playing teens! *Yay!*
Silence echoes through the house.
"Freddie were are you?"
Fear entered her voice as she walked down the dark
hallway, her high heels tapping loudly on the hard
"Come on Freddie I need to get home this isn�t funny
any more� I give up!"
Tears run down her face as she enters the cold dusty
living room in the old abandon house. She looks around
hearing a creek in the floor behind her as the door
slams shut behind her.
"Is that you Freddie?"
she asks quietly as tears still stream down her face.
Silence. She feels a slight breeze run past her cheek
as she freezes in her steps. She runs across the room
quickly her heels still tapping loudly, as she hears a
deep loud breath behind her. She hides in the corner
hoping she won�t be spotted in the dark, she crouches
down to the floor trying to keep as quiet as possible.
A hand grabs her quickly flinging her across the room
onto the couch. She screams loudly, hoping someone
will hear her and quickly be to her rescue but a cold
hand clamps over her mouth and hushes her quickly�
"What the fuck are you doing Drew? You wanna make
people think someone�s getting killed here again?"
"Freddie!" she smacks him across the face,
"I thought you were someone else."
"I see, so you come here with other boys too? Is there
something I should know?" he chuckles slightly.
Drew hugs him wrapping her arms around him pressing
her lips against his, then pulls back slightly "You
know me�" she giggles then kisses him again.
~Five Years Earlier~
"Last night a Local girl was raped then stabbed
violently in the Old Crimson Beach House, no one has
been accused yet, but many people are being questioned
by the police. If you have any information please call
us at 555-0707." The TV�s words echoed through the
house like bats in a cave. Jean burst into tears "My
baby� how could this happen, she was such a good
girl!" Tim stroked her hair softly mourning inside
over his daughters tragic death, thinking to his self
the same thing his wife had just said. How could this
happen? Kate was a popular girl, she went to church,
everyone liked her, she dressed well and didn�t show
off her body like most pretty girls. What happened?
Still baffled over who would want to kill Kate, Tim
kissed Jeans forehead and hugged her tightly, "It�s
okay honey, we�ll find out who did this." His voice
trailed off as he started to think again.
~The beginning again~
Drew was a pretty girl, she had blond, curly hair that
ran down to the middle part of her back, but she
always wore it in a messy type bun. She was also quite
popular, more with boys than girls. Girls despised
everything about her, long blond hair, her pretty
face, her milky soft skin, her full figured body, and
how she did everything perfect. On the other hand guys
loved her, she was what the high school girls called
"Easy" or just tramp. And she was, she would sleep
with any guy that seemed the slightest hot, or on top
of that just any guy. If they were desperate they knew
were to go� if they just wanted some they new were to
go� Drew. Of course she didn�t see herself as a tramp,
she thought she was just a little misunderstood. She
did this stuff to have fun, she didn�t want to live
her whole teenage life as a little nerd.
"Drew, baby, honey�" David ran up to her, "I have two
tickets for the Jazz game tonight, want to go with me?
Then you know if we ever get board I do have a pretty
big van!" he winks then makes a clicking sound as if
he were getting a dog to come to him.
"Let me think about this� You, David Arquette, the
biggest dork in school, wants me Drew Barrymore the
most popular girl in town, to go to a stupid little
basket ball game with you, and then expect me to do
you in your van? I think not."
"Well if you�re gonna be a snob about it I�ll take
"Good luck David." She roles her eyes and flips her
hair slightly looking back only to see Freddie[prinze,
jr.] running up behind her.
"Hey Drew, what were you doing talking to Dave over
there?" he asks pointing his thumb David�s way.
"Oh, he was just trying to ask me out on a date, he�s
such a fag�" starts to walk with Freddie to Geometry
class, "you know I wouldn�t be surprised if he were
the one that killed Kate Winslet" she smirks slightly
glancing at Freddie.
"Aww, Drew, don�t be such a bitch, at least he tries
to score some points unlike those gothic fags."
"Now you�re the one being a bitch�"
Freddie and Drew were best friends, and occasionally
they made out once in a while, but it was just petty
stuff because they knew that if they would go out it
would never work and they would ruin there whole
relationship, and neither of them wanted that, so they
just had there fun every now and them, but it was just
stuff like kissing, nothing nasty, they didn�t want to
get weird either. Freddie was a Jock, and probably
the most popular boy in school, he had short brown
hair, brown eyes and those cute dimples every time he
would smile, he was also well built(head of the
football teem), and was taller than most seniors in
high school. A lot of girls gawked over him, but none
ever got him, unlike Drew he was sensible, and didn�t
like the idea of going from one girl to another, he
wanted to be happy with one girl, but he could never
find the right one for him. He was pretty content
about how things were going though so he didn�t waste
his time and thoughts on who he was going to the prom
with, or who would be his date to certain events, and
even if he would forget sometimes he always knew Drew
was there to be a back up resort.
"�so then he slipped me the tongue! Can you believe
that?! Hey Freddie? Are you listing to me?" Drew
flicked his ear trying to catch him away from whatever
was dazing him.
"Hey what the� What? I was listing!"
"Sure� what did I say?"
"Um�. You got your tongue pierced?"
"You are so dazed sometimes."
"I�m sorry, I�ve just been kind of out of it lately I
guess, I�m just a little tired."
"Right�" her voice trailed off as she went into the
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