Chapter 27
Smart Love
Loud rock music was heard from the next room. Wally was playing his beloved black and red electric guitar for the last time. Tomorrow he will be going to University, in Massachusetts to study to become a doctor. Joey was going to have his guitar until he got back. "Now, if ya break it. You'll have to pay for it." Wally had said. Joey rolled his eyes. "Sure, sure." he replied. Joey tapped his pencil on his Maths textbook. Why did equations and real numbers have be so damn complex. Joey was now stuck at question four, he barely got pass question three let alone four. Mathematics was not his foyer. He scrunched up his nose, a foul stench surrounded his room. It came from the window. He pinched his nose while stared out the window. The garbage truck had parked right outside his house. The stench was so horrifying a few birds fell out of their nests. As though as death had struck them. (Here's hoping they're only unconscious.) Joey quickly pulled his curtains over, hoping they would draw the smell back outside. Joey scratched his head. How was he suppose to pass this test tomorrow. "Joey!" called his mother. He jumped at the sound of her voice. He closed his maths book, and clambered down the stairs. "Don't be rude, talk to Kuki." his mother commanded softly. Joey rolled his eyes, but he still continued to talk to his brother's wife. "How are you?" he asked sweetly. "I'm fine. I mean we're fine." she smiled. She patted down on her small bump. Joey smiled. He couldn't wait to be an uncle.
The sun shone brightly. His friends had already studied for their test. They were now playing soccer in the park. Joey sighed. Everyone was allowed out, except from him. He stared down at the complicated sums. Too many there was for his liking. He threw his book into the corner. He was fed up, he had surrendered to the all-mighty mathematic homework book. He knew deep down studying wouldn't help him pass tomorrow. Joey walked over to the door. He could hear Wally and Kuki kissing. He stuck his tongue out and slammed his door shut. No way was he going to listen to the disgusting sounds. He pulled out his Ipod out, Rock and Hip-Pop irrupted from his earphones.
"Use pencils please, not pens." commanded the dull teacher. He stared at a few students in particular. Joey pulled out a red pencil, a black calculator, a grey sharpener and a small white rubber from his pocket. He was ready for this test, even though he knew he wasn't going to pass it. "You may start." the teacher boomed, as though he had a megaphone. Joey jumped a little bit. He was so nervous, that his hands were shaking. He couldn't control them when he placed the pencil to the sheet. The questions swallowed him up whole. The numbers bounced in front of his eyes. Equations and sums drifted by and were all over each other. He couldn't tell which was which. Joey quickly jotted down the answers he thought were appropriate to the questions. The clock ticked on the wall every second. The seconds soon turned to minutes, and then an hour. The teacher told them to finish the question they were on. Joey panicked and wrote the number four on his sheet. The teacher snapped his paper away. "Off you go." he said sternly. Joey grabbed his bag and headed out the door. He totally failed that test.
Clattering was heard from the kitchen. Mrs Beatles was busy baking a cake. "My Wally all grown up." cried Mrs Beatles. A few tears fell down her cheek. Wally had his suitcase beside him, he had just finished packing. A few of his boxes were already in his car. She kissed Wally on the cheek. "Make sure you call everyday." smiled his mother. Wally rolled his eyes. "Twice a week." he said softly. Mr Beatles stretched. He was sitting at the dining table, reading the newspaper. Kuki giggled softly. "You need to phone at least everyday, what if Kuki has a problem?" said his mother sternly. "Obviously I'll phone her everyday. Just not you." he replied. His mother gave him a disapproving look. "I see." she said, with a hint of sadness. Kuki shook her head. "Wally." she whispered. She nodded her head in his mother's direction. Wally sighed. He walked over to his mother and whispered in her ear. "Are you hell getting a bit of my cake." his mother demanded. Kuki crossed her arms. Joey threw down his bag. His back was aching. "How was it champ?" called his father. "Alright." grumbled Joey. Wally could sense the worry in his voice. He walked out into the hall. "You'll do fine." Wally patted his brother's back. I hope so, thought Joey. Joey slowly made his way to the kitchen. His stomach was rumbling. His stomach needed food.
"Well done Rosie." smiled the Maths teacher. He handed the girl her test paper. She smiled brightly. "Beatles." he said in a whisper. Joey gulped. He failed. "You were on the other hand did not so well." the teacher said. Joey snatched the test out of the teacher's hand. He stared, with a open mouth. F was written in bold red ink. He only scored ten out of sixty. He had done pretty bad. "I advise a tutor.. Or Summer School." smiled the teacher evilly. That son of a bitch, thought Joey.
Mrs Beatles waved to her son this morning. He was away to Massachusetts for three years. She was a mess. Tears and tissues everywhere. She blew her nose heavily. "My baby." she cried. She was old, and she couldn't change it. She wanted the time back, she wanted to be young again. Her husband was patting her back, while holding a bin underneath her. "Show me the test." commanded his mother through sobs. Joey had only put one foot on the floor. Joey gave her the test paper. "AN F!" screamed his mother. He jumped. "Son, we wanted a great career path for you, so you wouldn't end up like.. Me." said Mr Beatles sternly. "There's no other choice, but to get a tutor." replied his father. "I'll call Marge." Mrs Beatles said. She picked up the phone and strolled towards the kitchen. She wanted to speak to her friend in peace.
The car screeched near the kerb. "This is so embarrassing." stated Joey. "Well you should have thought of that, before you failed the test." said his mother strictly. He exited the car. The car drove off without another word from his mother. The library stood just ahead. He had never entered it before. He doesn't think his brother had ever entered it. He walked onto the grey stones that led to the entrance. He nervously held onto his bag's shoulder strap. The automatic door swished opened. The librarian lifted her head up. She was middle aged, with light brown hair and black glasses. She looked like a school teacher from the Victorian era. "Yes?" she asked. "I'm looking for the study area." he replied. She pointed her long thin index finger to the red sofa seats. He nodded and awkwardly walked away. No 'thank you'… rude kid, thought the librarian. Joey sat down on the red seat. It squished as he moved back. "Are you Joey?" asked a girl. Her light hazel hair was in bunches. Her light green dress matched her eyes. Her eyes fluttered when she took in his appearance. "Yes." he replied. He pushed his black glasses up his nose. "I'm Penelope." she smiled. He nodded and shook her hand. "I'm Joey." he replied softly. "I hear you're having problems with maths." she took out a large book on mathematics. He nodded head. "Well let's get-.." she began, when the librarian pointed to the sign. It read: Quiet Please! She rolled her eyes. "Wanna study in the café?" she asked. He smiled and grabbed his bag.
"Do you get it now?" Penelope asked while sipping on her strawberry milkshake. "Sort of. So to find this equation, I must take this one from this one?" he asked. Penelope nodded. "You'll do well tomorrow." she smiled. Joey smiled. He felt more confident now. "Can we go over this one?" he asked. Penelope politely nodded and began to explain the method again. As Penelope finished explaining, a jock from the year above approached them, with his two friends. "Fancy tutoring me some French." winked the jock. Penelope felt physically sick. "Over my dead body." she replied. "That could be arranged." said the jock's friend. They chuckled, with the joke. "Leave her alone." demanded Joey. "And what are you going to do?" the jock said mockingly. "I'll break your nose." replied Joey. He punched the jock right on his nose. He stumbled back into the arms of his friends. "Why you prick." said a very outraged jock. The head chef of the café poked his head out from the kitchen. "If you boys know what's good to ya, you would scram!" the tall black man shouted. The jocks backed out, realising who he was. He was the ex champ of boxing, back in his day. "Thanks Dan." Joey called. Dan grinned, and began to fry mushrooms and eggs. "Don't do that." said Penelope. She was shaking uncontrollably. "Well it was his fault." explained Joey. Penelope rolled her eyes, then smiled. Joey smiled back.
"Thanks for tutoring me yesterday." said Joey. He had called Penelope on his mobile phone. "No problem… Anyway did my hard work pay off?" she said, full of excitement. "I got a B!" laughed Joey. "Even Mr Croach can't believe it!" chuckled Joey. "Well done. I bet your mum and dad are celebrating." giggled Penelope. "They're cooking me the biggest dinner ever!.. Hey, do you wanna do something tomorrow?" he said. Penelope stared down at the phone. "Yeah, why not. What do you have in mind?" she asked, as she twirled her hair. "Cinemas?" he asked. She made a positive sound in her mouth. "I'll pick you up at seven. Oh and Penelope I have an equation for you." Joey stared at the ceiling. "Yeah?" laughed Penelope. "(x2+y2-1)3-x2y3=0, but put an I at the start and a You at the end." smiled Joey. Penelope cocked her eyebrows up. She took out a piece of graph paper from her jotter. She wrote down the equation, and solved it. She stared down at it. There, on the piece of paper was a love heart. "And I for you." she replied. He grinned. He was truly in love.
Ta da! I wrote this before Valentine's Day! Go me! Anyway chapter 11 of If only I could remember you will be up soon. Just haven't typed it up yet… Anyway have a great Valentine's Day! I'll be bored and sitting with my imagery cats listening to love songs. So, yeah, that's all I have to say, goodbye! And don't forget to review!
From Littlemissfg.