A/N::: Thanks for the reviews. There will be either one or two more
chapters coming up after this. I left it at kind-of a "cliff hanger" Well,
anyways, hope you enjoy this. Oh and this is for Kanoi wanting to see more
of Emmanuel. And just to remind you, you can review this as much as you
want *wink*
OH yeah, sorry if I have bad grammar at some parts.
Emmanuel walked around the corridors and was suddenly pulled into a room by Pete.
"Emmanuel...you're right," said Pete sadly. "I - I can't be with out her.."
Emmanuel widened his eyes. Could this be true? Pete was actually not being stubborn? "Really?"
"Yes." He dropped his head. "I've been such a jerk lately."
And you just notice now? Emmanuel thought. "Hey, don't get all sad about it. She's going to go to the concert, right?"
"Yeah?"
"Then at the concert, you can make it up to her, maybe take her out for dinner afterwards, tell her you've been a jerk, conceded, full of yourself..."
"I get the point," interjected Pete.
"Well, then you can make up with her. That is, if she still wants you back. But anyways, you just really have to show her that you really care. Chicks love that stuff." Emmanuel said.
"Alright. Thanks, man. You've been a great help," said Pete, patting his back.
Emmanuel smiled. "Anytime." And walked out of the empty room.
Suddenly he felt a tight grip on his arm and was pulled in, again, into another empty classroom.
He collapsed on a desk and saw Jeanette with dark circles around her eyes. "What's wrong, Jeanette?"
"Oh, Emmanuel. I can't get Pete out of my head! All I can think about is him! I know I should be over him by now, but it's too hard. I miss him too much," she said as tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Don't worry," said Emmanuel as he walked over to her and patted her back. "But, would you take him back?"
Jeanette thought for a second. "Pete loves jazz band too much, he can't possibly love me again. But if by some miracle he does, then...I guess I would. I don't know!" She sniffed. "Why?"
"Oh no reason."
"Are you sure?" She asked raising her right eyebrow.
"Yes. Positive." Emmanuel said. "Well, I gotta go. 'Bye!" And he walked out of the room.
"Oh boy," Emmanuel said to himself. "I hope that at the end of the concert, they'll make up. If they don't, I'm going to go crazy."
During the concert, Jeanette sat in the back row, constantly staring at Pete performing with the utmost talent and grace. Everyone around her were dressed very nicely in black and dark colors mostly. There were lots of photographers around and women with pads of paper writing.
After a while, it was finally intermission. All the reporters and photographers rushed to Mr. Mifado and asked them questions. As everyone was getting drinks or snacks at the refreshment stand, Jeanette just stayed in her seat, not willing to move. Pete saw how beautiful she looked in the black dress she was wearing. How lovely her hair looked, but her sad face was what he was really concerned about.
Screw the plan for dinner, Pete thought. Quickly he jumped down from stage and ran towards Jeanette, lonely in her chair. Then he knelt next to her and took her hand.
Jeanette stared at him. What is he doing? She thought. "Jeanette...I - I've been such a jerk. I'm sorry," said Pete in a soft tone. "I hope you know I love you, and I always have. It's just I was so caught up in all these things. I didn't realize that you're what I've wanted. Not first chair - you."
Tears filled Jeanette's eyes. She bit her lip and looked away. "How can you say that? It's been too long...you don't know how miserable I've been without you, Pete. I can't just accept your apology like that," said Jeanette, slowly beginning to cry.
Pete took out the locket from his pocket. "I'm sorry," he said again, beginning to feel his eyes water. He handed her the locket. "Remember...no matter what, I still love you," he said under his breath. Slowly, he got up from his knees and walked solemnly to the stage.
Mr. Mifado saw them from a distance and grinned. This day was getting better and better for him.
Jeanette held the locket next to her heart as tears continued rolling down her cheeks.
Mr. Mifado proudly walked up to the podium and put his baton in the air. "Are we all ready to play?" He asked loudly.
OH yeah, sorry if I have bad grammar at some parts.
Emmanuel walked around the corridors and was suddenly pulled into a room by Pete.
"Emmanuel...you're right," said Pete sadly. "I - I can't be with out her.."
Emmanuel widened his eyes. Could this be true? Pete was actually not being stubborn? "Really?"
"Yes." He dropped his head. "I've been such a jerk lately."
And you just notice now? Emmanuel thought. "Hey, don't get all sad about it. She's going to go to the concert, right?"
"Yeah?"
"Then at the concert, you can make it up to her, maybe take her out for dinner afterwards, tell her you've been a jerk, conceded, full of yourself..."
"I get the point," interjected Pete.
"Well, then you can make up with her. That is, if she still wants you back. But anyways, you just really have to show her that you really care. Chicks love that stuff." Emmanuel said.
"Alright. Thanks, man. You've been a great help," said Pete, patting his back.
Emmanuel smiled. "Anytime." And walked out of the empty room.
Suddenly he felt a tight grip on his arm and was pulled in, again, into another empty classroom.
He collapsed on a desk and saw Jeanette with dark circles around her eyes. "What's wrong, Jeanette?"
"Oh, Emmanuel. I can't get Pete out of my head! All I can think about is him! I know I should be over him by now, but it's too hard. I miss him too much," she said as tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Don't worry," said Emmanuel as he walked over to her and patted her back. "But, would you take him back?"
Jeanette thought for a second. "Pete loves jazz band too much, he can't possibly love me again. But if by some miracle he does, then...I guess I would. I don't know!" She sniffed. "Why?"
"Oh no reason."
"Are you sure?" She asked raising her right eyebrow.
"Yes. Positive." Emmanuel said. "Well, I gotta go. 'Bye!" And he walked out of the room.
"Oh boy," Emmanuel said to himself. "I hope that at the end of the concert, they'll make up. If they don't, I'm going to go crazy."
During the concert, Jeanette sat in the back row, constantly staring at Pete performing with the utmost talent and grace. Everyone around her were dressed very nicely in black and dark colors mostly. There were lots of photographers around and women with pads of paper writing.
After a while, it was finally intermission. All the reporters and photographers rushed to Mr. Mifado and asked them questions. As everyone was getting drinks or snacks at the refreshment stand, Jeanette just stayed in her seat, not willing to move. Pete saw how beautiful she looked in the black dress she was wearing. How lovely her hair looked, but her sad face was what he was really concerned about.
Screw the plan for dinner, Pete thought. Quickly he jumped down from stage and ran towards Jeanette, lonely in her chair. Then he knelt next to her and took her hand.
Jeanette stared at him. What is he doing? She thought. "Jeanette...I - I've been such a jerk. I'm sorry," said Pete in a soft tone. "I hope you know I love you, and I always have. It's just I was so caught up in all these things. I didn't realize that you're what I've wanted. Not first chair - you."
Tears filled Jeanette's eyes. She bit her lip and looked away. "How can you say that? It's been too long...you don't know how miserable I've been without you, Pete. I can't just accept your apology like that," said Jeanette, slowly beginning to cry.
Pete took out the locket from his pocket. "I'm sorry," he said again, beginning to feel his eyes water. He handed her the locket. "Remember...no matter what, I still love you," he said under his breath. Slowly, he got up from his knees and walked solemnly to the stage.
Mr. Mifado saw them from a distance and grinned. This day was getting better and better for him.
Jeanette held the locket next to her heart as tears continued rolling down her cheeks.
Mr. Mifado proudly walked up to the podium and put his baton in the air. "Are we all ready to play?" He asked loudly.
