Chapter 13 ~ IMPETUOSO
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Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon.
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The green haired violinist fell off his bed with a loud thud.
"Ow…" he mumbled to himself, getting up off the floor. He checked the clock on his bedside table. It read 6 o'clock a.m. Realizing it was futile to return to his sleep, he went to the bathroom to take a shower, mulling over his dream.
On the other hand, April groggily sat up as her phone vibrated mercilessly on her bedside. She stared at it for a moment before answering.
"May, what are you doing, calling me at this ungodly hour?" she demanded, stifling a yawn.
"Morning best friend of mine who has never done me wrong and willing to help me at all costs…" came May's voice from the other line. April's eyebrow rose.
"Alright, what is it this time?" she asked exasperated.
"Well…"
The scene changed to show Drew and April having breakfast. Drew was clad casually in a blue button up shirt and black pants. April had on a peach blouse and a denim skirt. Then, quite unexpectedly, the doorbell rang. After a few moments, their butler led in a girl clad in a red tank top and a white skirt.
"What are you doing here May?" asked Drew in curiosity. May laughed sheepishly.
"She asked me to tutor her in math," replied April, sipping her juice.
"Ok then, let's go upstairs," offered April, leading May up to her room.
"So, what specific aspect of math are you having trouble with?" asked April, sitting on her bed.
"Ummm…let's see…" mumbled May, shuffling through the papers she brought.
"All of it…" May deadpanned. April resisted the urge to fall off the bed.
"But you were doing fine in middle school!" complained April.
"That was with your help, and also, it was before they added more than two variables…" whined May. April shook her head as she sighed.
"Ok then, let's first tackle the quadratic equation and every other topic under it, then we'll proceed to proving," stated April.
"Huh? But we haven't even discussed that!" complained May.
"Precisely. It would do you good, having some insight about your new lesson," retorted April, checking May's papers.
"What on earth's with these grades May?" exclaimed April much like a mother scolding her child. May could only laugh nervously. April glared at her for a moment before sighing.
"This is going to be a long day," she muttered to herself.
Images flashed like a slide show to summarize the first half of the tutorial. One was of April discussing the basics and May staring in confusion.
Another was of April pushing mounds of paper work towards May. It was what she called 'exercises' or as May would prefer, 'torture'.
Then there was an image of April yelling at May to wake up for the blue-eyed girl had fallen asleep in the middle of discussions.
May sighed, exasperated. April rolled her eyes. Drew opened the door and he walked in. After seeing the mess of papers, he chuckled.
"Math too much for you Maple?" he asked, clearly mocking May's arithmetic skills. May however was too tired to care.
"Yes! Please make it stop!" she wailed. April sighed.
"Ok, let's have lunch and let's try again after that. Maybe then you'll get it," she suggested. May perked up at the prospect of food. The three of them headed downstairs.
"Seriously April, your tutorials are overkill," complained May. April raised an eyebrow.
"Well, if you understood half of your lessons, I wouldn't be as harsh." she commented.
"What would you expect from someone who's daydreaming during class?" interjected Drew. May scowled at him. April giggled.
"Oh, does that mean you were paying attention to May instead of the teacher?" she teased. Drew flushed.
"Of course not," he replied defensively.
"Right…" retorted April, sarcasm simply oozing from her tone. May, who was silent all throughout the teasing, was pondering deeply on pressing matters.
'So if x is equal to 2y minus 5z divided by 3y multiplied by 2x… then x is equals to…uhm…'
"I got it!" exclaimed May happily.
"Got what? The value of x?" asked Drew. May looked at him, confused.
"Huh? What? No!" exclaimed May.
"Then what have you got?" asked April.
"I found out what I'm gonna do for my art project!" exclaimed May happily. April and Drew sweat dropped.
"May! Focus! We're concentrating on MATH!" yelled April, shaking May by the shoulders.
"Y-yes ma'am…" stammered May, dizzy. Drew smirked.
After the three had lunch, they resumed May's tutorials. After a few minutes of listening to April's explanations, Drew left wordlessly. As the hours slowly ticked by, May way starting to understand the basic concepts, much to her tutor's relief.
"Okay, try these problems next," instructed April, giving May a few sheets of math problems. May stared at them for a moment before starting.
"And while you're busy doing that, I'll be downstairs preparing some snacks." chirped April as she left May in her room, several mathematical equations covering the carpeted floor.
May chewed on the cap of her pen as she thought deeply. 'So if y is equal to z minus x raised to the third power, then y is definitely equals to 32!' thought May triumphantly as she scribbled down her answer. She smiled contentedly at herself. Admittedly, she was doing better than expected. As she was working on the next problem, her senses were invaded by a beautiful and moving tune. May stopped what she was doing and she closed her eyes to listen.
'This melody…it's…My Memory (1)…' she thought. It carried her back to her childhood days. She vaguely remembered hearing it somewhere before… It was at a park and she was around four back then. Subconsciously, May got up to look for the source of the melody. Without realizing it, May found herself at the door of a practice room. It was decorated with beige walls and dark blue carpets. It had an ivory grand piano in a corner. What, or more accurately who she saw took her breath away. Saying that it surprised her would be an understatement. She was completely and utterly flabbergasted.
'No way…Drew?'
For a moment, a vision of a young boy standing alone in a deserted park came to her but she immediately let the image slip out of her mind. Drew seemed to have realized that he was being watched for he abruptly stopped playing.
"Wow Drew, I didn't know you could play the violin," commented May as she leaned on the door frame.
"You shouldn't spy on people like that May," commented Drew, flipping his hair and completely ignoring her compliment. May huffed a little and in turn, she ignored Drew's comment.
"Don't stop playing," she said as she walked over to the piano. She smiled softly.
"Again Drew. I like that song. Play it once more please…" requested May, positioning herself on the piano. Drew debated about it momentarily before shrugging. He positioned the violin underneath his chin and he started playing once more, eyes closed. It surprised him a little when a piano subtly joined his violin's melody. Nevertheless, he continued.
April was in her room, picking up the pieces of scattered paper. She smiled softly to herself. 'Indeed, a harmony is better than a melody.' she mused as she listened to the two musicians.
To both musicians, a budding sense of familiarity grew within them and neither one ignored it. It was both surprising and yet, it felt as if that was how it was supposed to be. Both poured their hearts out onto that single solitary song and neither of them could figure out why.
Once they played through the whole song, they stared at each other silently for a few moments. Neither one of them spoke. Both were awed by what transpired a few moments ago. It left them utterly breathless.
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I apologize for the extremely late update but finals are here, as in literally. I'm supposed to be studying Social Studies right now. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and please review!
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A song from the Korean Drama 'Winter Sonata'. If you want to listen to it, here's the link: (just remove the spaces)
http : / www . youtube . com / watch ? v = skGEHuejc -s
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Meaning behind the chapter title:
impetuoso – impulsively
~ This is because May reacted on impulse.