Science of Attraction- 13

IceAngelDarkMoon

**********It's been a little while, ne? I would have updated faster but the poem I had written for this chapter suddenly chose to disappear. Now I'm sure it will turn up after I have this all typed up and posted, but in the mean time I just had to write something else. And someone who just read this story start to finish said the first 12 chapters took an hour and 38 minutes to read, wow! Just a little tidbit I felt like sharing! And THANK YOU ALL FOR HELPING ME HIT 200 REVIEWS!!!!! Please review for this chapter!!!***************

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^For those of you who have been asking for me to make this a lemon, and there have been a lot of you for some time now, I don't think I will. First of all I'm not technically old enough to even read/write/know what that is, but usually that wouldn't stop me. But I think as a whole it would not be comfortable for me to write and it would not be really mine, and it would end up awful. So if you want a lemon, I'll leave spots where you can let your imagination wander, but hat is still way out in the future! I hope this does not deter any of you, but I really don't think I could write a lemon, lime or anything of the citrus variety (Jollyrancher flavored!) ^^^^^^^^^^^^^

~~~~~~~~~~~I still do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, or anything else you might recognize. I do however own Mokuba's happy dance, and what the characters are now like. That means if I hear about another Joey who is into Horticulture I am suing! I also forgot to mention in the last chapter I do not own 'the Rose' that belongs to Janis Joplin, or at least hat is who sings it. I love that song!!~~~~~~~~~~

##########This is a shonen-ai story, if you have somehow missed this in the 12 earlier chapters; please check yourself into the closest mental institute! I swear those men in the white suits are your friends! #############

~~~~~~~~~I'm going to kind of just give you an overview of what happened at school for Joey up until  his Language Arts class, there' just some small stuff! I know this is the easy way out, but nothing is supposed to happen then! ~~~~~~~~

            Joey again met Yugi in the morning before school, and they got really lucky again and beat Tea to school. Joey couldn't help but notice that Yugi was not as cheerful as he usually was, and there were the beginnings of dark circles under his eyes. Joey thought maybe he needed to talk to Yugi or his Yami and see if there was anyway he could help. They met the other guys outside the school again and everyone was planning on playing soccer Friday after school, weather permitting, of course.

            Joey could feel during all his classes the eyes of Malik following him around and staring at him. He hated feeling like he was being watched, but Malik was no longer threatening, just a pest or shadow, but not a threat. But as it got closer to Language class, Joey could feel butterflies forming in his stomach. No scratch that, a Blue-Eyes White Dragon had just moved into his stomach! He wondered if anyone would know who or what he was talking about. Joey's only relief was that Malik was not in his class.

            As he entered the Language classroom he could see all the other kids who looked like they were dreading this more than he was, and that helped lift his sprits a little bit. The teacher was an evil lady who had the most crooked green teeth he had ever seen. He swore she stayed up at night plotting ways to make her students miserable, but for once Joey wasn't too upset about her idea, just incredible nervous!

            "Ok children, we will start with volunteers and then with whoever is left go I'll pick who goes. Now do we have any volunteers?" The teacher asked as she glared down at all the kids in the class through her huge bifocal glasses that sat precariously on the bridge of her nose. Joey saw that a few kids raised their hands, most were those teacher's pet's people or those really talented people. "Ok William you can go first." The teacher finally decided. William was a slightly gothic looking boy who had a huge belief in God, and he shared it with anyone who would listen to him. He was also a very, VERY talented writer. He walked to the front of the classroom and stood a moment looking at the class and then he began to recite his poem. Not only had he written an incredible poem he had memorized it!

"Tyger! Tyger! Burning bright,
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
 
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
 
And what shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? And what dread feet?
 
What the hammer? What the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
 
When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
 
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?"
 
               The class was in a stunned silence as he finished, again he had done wonderful, like always. (Special recognition for anyone who can correctly name who I brought to guest star in this story. And what was their name of this poem, it's pretty obvious. Obviously I didn't write this poem nor do I own William, only his modern edge!!) But Joey knew that he was one in a million that could do that so well, and Joey for some strange reason was feeling better about his poetry.

            A few more people went by choice before they were forced to by the devil that called herself a teacher (This is modeled after a real teacherJ). Then Tea volunteered to read her poem. She got up and with an air of overwhelming confidence in her writing she read in her screechy voice her poem.

"Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

My love for Yugi is so true,

I want him so bad.

And I know you love me too."

            Joey wasn't sure if he should tear his ears off from the pain they were in or laugh at her vainness! He never got the chance to decide, Tea had been the last volunteer, and since Joey had ticked the teacher off many times, she decided it was his turn to go.

            "Joseph Wheeler, your turn to read your poem. This should be interesting, if you actually did it." The teacher sneered at him. Joey hated that, just because he didn't look like a prep nor was he anything like a prep they assumed he was stupid and going to fail! They all underestimated him, except for Seto and Yugi.

            Joey stood up slowly form his desk. He was pleasantly surprised to find that his knees weren't shaking and he felt almost calm. It was as if someone were watching out for him protecting him. He knew suddenly he wanted to share his poem because it was of his love for Seto and even though he didn't say who in the poem he loved, it would be a weight off his shoulders. As he glanced up at the class before he started he could see the teacher glaring at him pencil poised to mark all his mistakes. But he just imagined that Seto was there sitting in the front row cheering for him (he had learned from past experience not to pretend the audience was in their underwear, he had gotten in trouble for breaking into a fit of laughter in the middle of his monologue!)

"I thought I hated you, I really did.

But most of all I hated myself,

I thought I deserved it,

I hide that fault from the world's eyes.

But out of everyone, only you saw.

You saved me, that day.

Do you have any idea how close to the edge I was?

I never wanted to fall in love,

I think that's what you thought too,

But neither of us could stop it.

It's forbidden you know,

Somewhere it's written it's wrong,

I don't understand that though,

How can something that feels so right,

Be so wrong, and frowned upon?

We always thought we were opposites,

But isn't that how the saying goes,

'Opposites attract'?

You put my pieces back together,

You made me whole again,

And you added an extra,

You gave me a soul and a purpose.

I learned that you too lied to the world,

Suddenly I could see you,

The real one, not the façade.

I can see that your past still haunts you,

It's there in your eyes.

I know that you try to be strong for me.

But what about you

Can I be there for you too?

I want to be there for you, too.

You would have told the world about us,

But you stop because of me,

And I appreciate it more than you'll ever know,

I know you can tell how scared I am,

But I think in time I'll get over it,

I know I will if you wait for me.

I know it pains you to see me like this,

I never wanted to hurt you.

You have become my support, and comfort.

My world is now you,

I don't think I would have anything to live for without you.

You're my Shangri-la (*),

And I never want to leave.

But I have never told you the truth.

Maybe someday I can be brave enough to tell you,

To say what I feel for you,

I think you know but the words mean so much,

I know you feel it too,

Those words can leave you open and vulnerable,

But when said right, they can bond forever.

And if you wait a little,

I know can tell you this,

I love you so much it hurts,

And I never want to leave your side,

Ever. (~)"

            There was a really long stunned silence after Joey had finished. He knew that his voice had held a lot more emotion than he had intended to, but he felt a strange sense of relief about it. After the shocked class had come back to their senses there was an abundance of whispered conversation. Then Joey glanced over at his evil teacher, she too sat in a state of shock but then came to her senses.

            "Joseph I am very surprised at how much feeling was conveyed in your poem even if there was absolutely no structure to it." She started off there was still a dazed look in her eye. Joey was going to defend himself, when something by the door caught his eye. He glanced over and saw framed in the doorway the one the poem had been written for; Seto. And from the dazed and happy look in his eyes, he had heard Joey's poem. Before Joey could recover and defend himself for is poem or acknowledge Seto, Seto disappeared out of the room and the teacher continued.
            "Tell me Joseph where did you get your inspiration for this poem?" The teacher had been the one to ask the question but the whole class was now deadly quite to listen to what he would say. Joey knew he couldn't tell the whole truth but maybe just part of it.

            "It's about any Romeo and Juliet type love, or a West Side Story love (I don't own either of these obviously!). But it is also about any relationship where the parents, friends, community, or world does not approve of their love, for whatever reason. And it's about being too afraid to tell the world about your love because of that existing animosity, and the strain it puts on the relationship. The idea just kind of hit me when I was watching all the schools romance dramas play out and seeing what others missed." Joey then turned and headed for his desk. The teacher was now really confused, this was not the student she thought it was. The entire class had been very moved by what Joey said and thought about people they had judge and their ways of love. Joey could feel all the eyes turn and glance at him, but he decided he didn't care; he had shared his view on the world. And best of all Seto, the one he had meant to hear it the most, had heard it by some twist of fate. He only wished now that it were the end of school, or even science class, so he could hear what Seto thought of it. But he knew that he and Seto would not be able to talk until after school, they were still supposed to be bitter enemies in school!

TBC

It's a little shorter that I intended, but I thought it was better than not updating. Please review and let me know what you think.

(*) Shangri-la= a remote beautiful imaginary place where life approaches perfection. I just found this word and had to use it!

(~) I hope you enjoyed my poetry, even though I had to come up with this one on the spot (I really need to find that notebook!). If you liked this poetry at all or are interested I have a lot of poetry on Fan Press under the same name. A couple of my poems have won awards, somehow ;). The address for that is: . Please check it out!!