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. . ."tag, your it!" Jeanette raised an eyebrow at him, "What?" Simon smiled. "You know ever since I was little playing tag always got me in a brighter mood, so tag. Your it!" Jeanette laughed and got up after him. "Okay but if I catch you, you have to tell me what you were really going to tell me. Okay?" Simon nodded, "That's right. Ready, Set, Go!" he ran down the stairs laughing and hopped out the front door, Jeanette on his heels. He smiled as she rushed out the back door charging for him and quickly took off his red jacket and held it out for her to see and said fittingly enough, "Ole!" Jeanette, having never been to Spain or even heard of bull fighting, stopped and asked, "What?" Simon smiled and chuckled at his error. "Right you've never been to Spain! It goes like this, a man called a matador he holds up a red flag or cape like this and tries to get the bull to charge at him. It's called bullfighting- and the goal is to kill the bull. I thought of it decided to use my cape to get you to charge for me. Mainly to tease you." Jeanette thought over it and then abruptly ran towards him. He smiled and pulled away his jacket and was about to repeat 'ole' when he was knocked down by Jeanette. "You may make it seem like bullfighting- but it's still tag to me."Jeanette beamed proud that she had tricked him like that. Simon smiled at her and she added quickly to the end, "Oh and you're it- I win." Simon sat up and smiled, "very well- what I was going to tell you- are you sure you want to know?" Jeanette rolled her eyes and nodded. He smiled at her enthusiasm to hear what he had to say and whispered in her ear, "I am in love with someone in this yard. Can you guess who?" Jeanette smiled at his little guessing game and looked around the bare yard. "Is it the tree?"
"No"
"The birdbath?"
"No."
"The grass, maybe?"
"No"
"Simon! You're in love with yourself!" Jeanette asked playfully. He smiled and chuckled, "Wrong again"
"huh. . ."
"Maybe you'd like a hint;" he kissed her softly and again asked, "Now who do you think it is?"
"Could it be the brunette sitting on your lap?" at this Simon nodded and kissed her cheek again- knowing she felt the same way.
The next day they were walking on opposite sides of the road talking now and then when people weren't nearby. Finally they reached where the rock road turned to dirt, and hugged after checking for others (on Simon's request) "Ready?" Simon asked eagerly. "Well. . . I'm not so sure. . ." Simon looked at her and replied, "They'll absolutely adore you! Don't you remember how good you are with your little sisters?" Jeanette sighed again, nervously, "Well yes, but-" Simon smiled, "But nothing. I saw you with your sisters when you and I were little. You're a natural with children!" Jeanette knowing she had lost replied, "Alright let's get going."
As they talked on their way to the day-care/preschool where Simon taught, Jeanette told about how her sisters had questioned her last night and said in a quieter tone, "Brittany has started rumors about you. I feel awful that she does, but she says you're a mad man- possessed she says and that you were born in India where God hasn't reached and demons are plentiful. . ." Simon sighed, "She was half right. I actually was born in India. I lived there for about five months with my parents then they took me to Spain for seven months and then France for about nine months and then we went to Italy then my little brother Alvin was born then we moved to London and that's where Theodore was born then my parents wanted to move again. But we couldn't go with them so they dropped us off and we found our way to Dave. And well. . . I was four and I remember everything- so now I can speak several more languages. Of course I do prefer to speak English when in town. But maybe I should begin speaking in the native language of India. There are so many- which should I choose?" he joked towards the end. Jeanette looked to him in wonder, "really? How many languages do they speak in India?" Simon smiled as he noticed her fascination, "Several- there's Assamese, Bengali, Gujarati, Hindi, Kannada, Kashmiri, and several others but I can only speak in those languages. But I can write in Sanskrit!"
When they got to the school Simon smiled- pleased to find all of his students were there and sitting quietly in their seats. "Good morning class! I graded your poems last night and they were phenomenal! You're better at poetry than some of my old College students!" The class roared with glee,(No I hate that show! So don't bring it up!) And Simon chuckled at their contentment. Then a little girl with two red braids and a missing tooth raised her hand. "Oh-um, yes Solly?" (My story so yes the little girl's nick-name is Solly! Saw-Lee) "Mr. Seville, who's the lady behinds ya?" Simon sighed, "I will tell you Solly if you'd be so kind as to say it with correct grammar." It was Solly's turn to sigh and she returned in a very lady-like way, "Mr. Seville, would you be so kind as to inform me of the woman's name whom is standing behind you?" Simon smiled, "Very good Solly. Catch!" he tossed her a peppermint from his pocket and said as she unwrapped it, "Children this is my very good friend Miss Jeanette Miller." Jeanette giggled behind him at how he had said her name as if she were the queen herself. "Jean- what's so funny?" Simon asked his professors's tone leaving his voice. "Simon, I'm not the queen. These children may call me Jeanette or Jean as you or anyone else would." Simon smiled at her humble comment and looked to the children his professor's tone returning, "Very well then. You may call her as she pleases, but I expect you to all be on your very best behaviors." The children all nodded when a little blond boy raised his hand. "Jonathan?" The boy put his hand down and asked as the way little boys who are jealous do, "Why'd Solly get a peppermint?You only give 'em out wen kidz get a A. Not fer speakin' purtty-like!" Simon sighed, "Well you all did so good on your assignments I brought in peppermints for everyone. But Jon repeat what you just said like a gentleman." Jonathan sighed and repeated, " Why did my dear classmate Solly get a peppermint for something that is not what you usually reward us with treats for?" Simon smiled and tossed him a peppermint saying, "Good." He then tossed peppermints to the rest of the students who hadn't gotten them yet. He smiled as they all unwrapped them and then handed a peppermint to Jeanette. She tucked it in her pocket, smiling at Simon.
The first part of the day went well. Now it was time for the Children's recess and lunch after that. Simon walked Jeanette outside to the playing area and they talked for a bit until Solly came up with her best friend who went by the name Topsy. (Again my story my weird nick-names) "Mr. Seville? Topsy and I bet Billy that you were a good dancer. Could you dance with Miss Jeanette for us so we can figure out who wins the bet?" Simon laughed he enjoyed it when people would make bets on him- that were more funny than anything, but because he was still in teacher mode he said, "Okay you two. I will but you know betting isn't very lady-like and I want no more of it." he winked to the girls signaling that it'd be okay for them to bet again. At least on him. He smiled making sure Billy was watching and waved him over. "Billy, you're going to lose this bet." he said quietly as the child came over. He bowed deeply to Jeanette and looked up asking, "May I have this dance?" Jeanette took his offered hand and replied, "If you so desire."
The children started humming/singing/whistling a favorite tune that Simon had taught them (it was from Italy). Their dance was graceful- although Jeanette didn't know the dance Simon did and he was leading perfectly. (Their dance is like the dancing stick-figure dance on Youtube only more flowing: .com/watch?v=ABbspWcsCK8) About halfway through the entire playground and even some other teachers were watching- all hypnotized by their synchronization, and rhythm. When the song ended and they both bowed to each other for the last time. The entire schoolyard whooped and hollered and cheered. Simon and Jeanette looked over to Solly and Topsy as Billy gave them each a small golden coin. Simon motioned to Jeanette to lean over as if he had a secret to tell her. "What?" she whispered. Simon instead of whispering to her a secret kissed her cheek making her blush even deeper.
The rest of the day went smoothly and the pair where always blushing when people mentioned their dance.
"Where did you learn that?" Jeanette asked as they walked towards home, "I'm not entirely sure. I know the tune and dance were from my childhood- I remember I was about one and a half when I learned it- so it had to have been an Italian dance and song. " Simon replied. Jeanette nodded and then abruptly said, "Now it's my turn." Simon looked at her questioningly. "You took me to school, so now I'm taking you somewhere." Simon looked at her strangely as she said, "I know we'll go to Saturday church with my family!" Simon smiled at her beaming face then said , "You know the pastor hates me. And your family doesn't know who I am. They'd maul us if they found out!"Jeanette thought a moment then replied, "Then my dearest- you shall need a disguise."
Jean is a real trickster huh? With that disguise she's planning. I already have a name for his alter ego, the man Jeanette's family thinks she's in love with. It involves a fake mustache. Oh and in case you were wondering. The next few chapters should be on here a bit quicker I have a decent amount of the next scenarios planned out. But because I mocked you all about my power- I think if you want Jeanette's family to find out about Simon's true identity a different way leave it in the reviews. But I can't use them all so don't be too disappointed if yours isn't picked, alright.
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Vaarwel (that's Dutch for bye)