[Author Note: The last review I had someone said that it would be more
realistic for a 15 year old to pick Jordan. Well, I'm 17. And I still pick
Jordan because I don't think that Brian and Angela would ever work out.
Especially since I think that Angela's little sister is going to end up
with Brian in the future. Like way in the future.]
I got ready to go to Jordan's band practice. Ricky was coming with me for support. Rayanne was on a date or something. At 7 O'clock Ricky came and whisked me away. We walked there, it was only like twenty minutes away and we loved to walk.
"So, do you think that Jordan is really talented?" Ricky asked me sounding a little weird.
"Yeah. I guess. I mean the poor guy can't read or anything"- she stopped dead in her tracks; she can't believe what she just said and how careless she said it. Ricky stopped and his mouth dropped like a child's in front of a candy store.
"What? Jordan Catalano can't read? How do you know this? What are the facts?" he asked all at once.
"Oh my god Ricky you can NOT tell anyone. I can't believe I just said that. Especially not Rayanne!"
"I won't. But how? How can he not read?"
"Last week when Rayanne lost that letter at the museum he picked it up. Well, the next day at school he gave it back to me. I asked him about it and he said he could only read parts of it. I think he's dyslexic. He says he knows how. I think he just gets his letters mixed up."
"Wow. I'd never guess," Ricky said staring at the pavement starting to walk again.
"I really wish I could help him," I told Ricky.
"Why don't you? He really needs it Angela."
"He won't listen to me. Its like he has this switch that he turns off when I start talking to him so he won't have to listen to me," I explained as best I could. Ricky giggled a little. "Maybe I'm just so incredibly boring. Sometimes it is good he has a switch." Ricky's giggle turned into laughter. "That's it? You think I'm boring!" I started to laugh.
"No, it's just that maybe..." He couldn't finish because he was laughing so hard. I play hit him.
"Come on," I said grabbing his arm and walking.
Later that night Rayanne had came and got Ricky so they could figure out a Halloween costume for her. After band practice Jordan came up to me.
"Hey," he said.
"Hi," I replied. [Angela V.O. I hate how he is so cool with words and I'm so lame with them. Which I guess is ironic since he can't even read.]
I smirked a little and quickly regretted it. When did I get so mean? "Is something wrong?" he asked me.
"No, sorry. What's up?" I asked back.
"Nothing. Do you want a lift home?" I nodded and started to follow him outside. He was carrying his guitar in his case and I was examining his strong arms. He was tan and had very smooth sexy- he turned around abruptly and I believe he caught me looking at him. After all, I was practically drooling. He faced me and looked down jiggling his keys in his right hand. He set his guitar on the ground but still held the top with his left hand.
"Is something wrong?" I asked him brilliantly. "Did you like forget something?"
"Oh, um, yeah. I forgot my...thing. You know, my pick." He said quickly. I think he was making it up. Don't guitar players have like loads of picks? He ran back inside after he put his guitar down on the grass. He ran back a few seconds later. "Come on." He said bending down and picking up his guitar. We got into his car and started the drive home. As always, the car ride was silent. As we pulled in front of my house he turned the car off. I looked down then up then finally at him. He was already looking at me. I rested the side of my head against the seat. We just sat there in silence staring at each other. He had gorgeous eyes. He leaned in so I leaned in. Then finally we kissed. There was a little more want and need then last time we kissed. He held the side of my face. I tried to keep my eyes closed the entire time because the last thing I wanted to see was that blonde hair riding around on his stupid bicycle. He parted and to my delight I never saw Brian Krakow.
"Thanks," Jordan told me.
"For what?"
"For being there. It's hard for me to say things. The best I can do is show you," he started to kiss me again and I was the happiest person in the world. We separated again. He went back to his corner of the car and took that as my cue to get out. Except for I didn't. I couldn't. Not yet.
"I want to help you. I can help you with your homework and I can teach you the letters you don't know," I offered. Ricky was right. I had to try and help him.
"I told you I don't need help. I'm fine. I can read."
I started to get out of the car and added quietly, "no, you can't." I hadn't exactly ruined the night but I was pretty close. I turned around and almost screamed. Brian was sitting there on his bike. "Brian, go home." I said rather meanly. He just stared at me and had a lost expression on his face. I went into my house and slammed the front door.
I got ready to go to Jordan's band practice. Ricky was coming with me for support. Rayanne was on a date or something. At 7 O'clock Ricky came and whisked me away. We walked there, it was only like twenty minutes away and we loved to walk.
"So, do you think that Jordan is really talented?" Ricky asked me sounding a little weird.
"Yeah. I guess. I mean the poor guy can't read or anything"- she stopped dead in her tracks; she can't believe what she just said and how careless she said it. Ricky stopped and his mouth dropped like a child's in front of a candy store.
"What? Jordan Catalano can't read? How do you know this? What are the facts?" he asked all at once.
"Oh my god Ricky you can NOT tell anyone. I can't believe I just said that. Especially not Rayanne!"
"I won't. But how? How can he not read?"
"Last week when Rayanne lost that letter at the museum he picked it up. Well, the next day at school he gave it back to me. I asked him about it and he said he could only read parts of it. I think he's dyslexic. He says he knows how. I think he just gets his letters mixed up."
"Wow. I'd never guess," Ricky said staring at the pavement starting to walk again.
"I really wish I could help him," I told Ricky.
"Why don't you? He really needs it Angela."
"He won't listen to me. Its like he has this switch that he turns off when I start talking to him so he won't have to listen to me," I explained as best I could. Ricky giggled a little. "Maybe I'm just so incredibly boring. Sometimes it is good he has a switch." Ricky's giggle turned into laughter. "That's it? You think I'm boring!" I started to laugh.
"No, it's just that maybe..." He couldn't finish because he was laughing so hard. I play hit him.
"Come on," I said grabbing his arm and walking.
Later that night Rayanne had came and got Ricky so they could figure out a Halloween costume for her. After band practice Jordan came up to me.
"Hey," he said.
"Hi," I replied. [Angela V.O. I hate how he is so cool with words and I'm so lame with them. Which I guess is ironic since he can't even read.]
I smirked a little and quickly regretted it. When did I get so mean? "Is something wrong?" he asked me.
"No, sorry. What's up?" I asked back.
"Nothing. Do you want a lift home?" I nodded and started to follow him outside. He was carrying his guitar in his case and I was examining his strong arms. He was tan and had very smooth sexy- he turned around abruptly and I believe he caught me looking at him. After all, I was practically drooling. He faced me and looked down jiggling his keys in his right hand. He set his guitar on the ground but still held the top with his left hand.
"Is something wrong?" I asked him brilliantly. "Did you like forget something?"
"Oh, um, yeah. I forgot my...thing. You know, my pick." He said quickly. I think he was making it up. Don't guitar players have like loads of picks? He ran back inside after he put his guitar down on the grass. He ran back a few seconds later. "Come on." He said bending down and picking up his guitar. We got into his car and started the drive home. As always, the car ride was silent. As we pulled in front of my house he turned the car off. I looked down then up then finally at him. He was already looking at me. I rested the side of my head against the seat. We just sat there in silence staring at each other. He had gorgeous eyes. He leaned in so I leaned in. Then finally we kissed. There was a little more want and need then last time we kissed. He held the side of my face. I tried to keep my eyes closed the entire time because the last thing I wanted to see was that blonde hair riding around on his stupid bicycle. He parted and to my delight I never saw Brian Krakow.
"Thanks," Jordan told me.
"For what?"
"For being there. It's hard for me to say things. The best I can do is show you," he started to kiss me again and I was the happiest person in the world. We separated again. He went back to his corner of the car and took that as my cue to get out. Except for I didn't. I couldn't. Not yet.
"I want to help you. I can help you with your homework and I can teach you the letters you don't know," I offered. Ricky was right. I had to try and help him.
"I told you I don't need help. I'm fine. I can read."
I started to get out of the car and added quietly, "no, you can't." I hadn't exactly ruined the night but I was pretty close. I turned around and almost screamed. Brian was sitting there on his bike. "Brian, go home." I said rather meanly. He just stared at me and had a lost expression on his face. I went into my house and slammed the front door.