chapter 2
sonare con el nacar virginal de tu frente.
sonare con tus ojos esmeraldas del mar.
sonare con tus labios desperadamente.
sonare con tus besos y jamas lo sabras.
i immediatly started to learn it. it was kinda hard. i was in there so long, that kevin had called me downstairs for dinner already. it was 7 and i have been trapped in my room for over 4 hours. no i am not emo; just very dedicated. i went downstairs and had dinner. "joseph, your mother and i are worried. are you feeling ok?" i smile wickedly. "yeah dad im doing great. dont worry im over it." my mom looked over to kevin, who shrugged. " you sure?" i nodd quickly because i had stuffed my face. i was starving. next time im having lunch! i bet your wondering what plan b is. well youll still have to wait. if your mad cuz the only reason your reading this is to find out plan b. then close the book youll miss out on the best book youll ever read. MOVING ON!!
the next morning wake up and laugh. kevin looks and throws his pillow at me. "pervert." i shot up. " im not a pervert! i wasnt even thinking about anything like that!" i hit him with his own pillow. " yeah right." hey says while putting on his glasses. i put on my own. " boys! breakfast is ready." mom yells up the stairs. nick opens the door. "last one down gets the last pancake!" kevin and i run out the door,and push nick out of the way. i jump over the rail of the stairs and sit down first next to our baby brother frankie. i kiss his head and serve my selve four pancakes." joseph adam jonas! if i ever see you jump that rail again, you will be grounded for 3 months!" nick and kevin were having a hissy fit and i flick them off while mom and dad are not looking. " ok mommy!" i stuff my face with another pancake. At school i write a note for a particular someone. if you ask who, i will personally ask you "are you mentally retarded?!" that note said:
Bianca,
i wanted to tell you that you really dont deserve ben.
he flirts with other girls, goes on dates behind your back,
and talks very badly about you in the locker rooms. you may be thinking that im wrong
but i do have evidence.just ask any guy in our grade.
so i want you to think about it. please.
and listen to my poem today during spanish.
i hope you get the point.
Joe
of course im not stupid enough to put it in her locker the day before. after school after every one is gone, ill slip it into her locker. locker number 128. tomorrow morning she'll read it and fall in love with me. ok not fall in love with me but realize something very important. that im a lot nicer, sweeter, cuter and more of a gentleman than stupid Ben. then she will dump him for me and we will live happily ever after. the end. just kidding! but meanwhile i cant help but stare. im thinking alot of random thoughts when one in particular pops in my face. "why does she always have to put my heart on a shelf like some rebound buddy?" i thought, wow thats a great line for a song.
she's such a flirt
i am the lonely heart
give it a chance
for our love to start
you'll never see
if you dont give me a shot
to show you what i've got.
The teacher snatches my paper. i had forgotten that im in world history. " joe, give me one good reason why i shoudnt read this in front of the whole class." he says. " um well i have a 3.89 GPA in your class and score at least a 95 on every exam. i also never miss a homework or essay or any form of extra credit." i smiled gladly sure that he wont read it. " thats like three reasons" i say. he smiles " ok fine. but if i ever catch you doodling in my class again, im going to have to put you in detention." i nodded "ok mr. zimmerman" he gave me back the paper. and the bell rings.