Ok, so this is going to be a multi-chapter, but at least not until I finish House of Problems. Yes, HoP is coming to a close, but don't worry, there is a sequel. Oh, and most of the time this story will be in third person, unless I say otherwise… Just so you know.
"Um, Amber?" Mara said, trying not to draw attention to herself. "I was wonder if you could to my numbers and Mick's…is that too weird?"
Amber looked at her for a second, a blank expression on her face. "No! No Not. At. All. I am so, like, over Mick. It's almost like I'm on another universe…" Amber finally said. "So um, write down your full name and date of birth…" Amber said, handing her a notebook and a pen. Jerome overheard the conversation.
"I thought you weren't into all that hokum, Mara." He said, seeming slightly annoyed.
"Oh, Jerome, I didn't see you there…It's just for a giggle…" She said as she handed back the notebook to Amber, seeming a little bit embarrassed.
"Um, so Mick's a four, which means he's going to be really successful, which is why I got together with him in the first place even though I'm a nine, which means I'm a little more creative and not really suited to a four…" Amber rambled on. "Anyway, this isn't about me. Ah, so, um… Let's see. You're a…"
"What?" Mara said eagerly.
"You're a four…" Amber said, taking off her scarf in defeat. "Perfect…Match…"
"Don't they say to go to someone who's…different from you?" Jerome asked, barging into the conversation once more.
"Not in this chart, no." Amber answered. Jerome was taken aback. "So…Congrats, well done, go…get him…"
"Thank you, Amber." Mara said, getting up from the table and running out of the room. Jerome watched her leave until he was sure she wasn't in earshot.
"Amber, I'm going to sound like a complete idiot, but I want you to do my numbers too." Jerome said, rushing over to the table.
"'I thought you weren't into all that hokum, Jerome.'" Amber mocked.
"Oh, just do it." Jerome said, practically yanking the pen and notebook out of her hands and writing down the information.
"Ok, ok, I'll do it, yeesh…" Amber took back the notebook and pen and started working. "So you're a…a six. Same as Ms. Robinson."
Jerome looked dejected. A six? He could've sworn he'd be a four. But hey, he thought, I'm still compatible with a hot teacher…yay…
"Thanks, Amber…" He said, getting up from the table and continuing his chores. "Hey, if you see Alfie, tell him to get his butt in here before I kill him."
"Will do…" Amber said, collecting her stuff and leaving the table. As soon as she couldn't see him anymore, she ran down the hall to his and Alfie's room.
"Alfie!" Amber screamed as she entered the room.
"What?"
"See this?" Amber said, holding up the notebook.
"Yeah, what about it?"
"It's Jerome's Numerology number."
"And that's important how?"
"Mara's is the same."
"We have to hook them up…" Alfie said, a sly smile growing on his face.
Just to make sure none of you are confused, Amber lied to Jerome. Yup.