JOCELYN watched from her window as the light in his room turned off. He didn't know, but every time he woke up with his nightmares, she equally woke up, sharing his grief. She monitored him, watching his silhouette, shaded form on the curtain until he went back in bed. Their windows were opposite each other, you see.
She rested her back on the wall and her head in-between her parted legs, on the bed. Her mind played fortissimo on what had happened the previous evening. She smiled at the thought that her life-long crush could have also started conceiving a mutual feeling. It all seemed like fairytale to her. Why was he just too nervous? He is totally mesmerised, she concluded, then she went back to sleep with a smile drawn across her face.* * *
School was fun and quick, at least it appeared so for Anderson Simpson. Immediately the school bus dropped him home, he wasted no time to get in, grab a sandwich, and get himself a quick bath. Next, he threw on a plain top over a pair of shorts, then headed for the basement — what he called his "laboratory". He turned on the light to reveal some tables — and lots of metal craps scattered carelessly on it — then he paced about some drawers. "Where did I drop it?" He crouched low to pull out one of the drawers, scrupulously. "Bingo!" he exclaimed. He drew out a dust-beaten cardboard folded into a cylinder, like a scroll from the dead sea. He cleared the nearest table (by pushing the contents to the ground) and spread the cardboard on it. There was a sketch of a robot on it with many overwhelming mathematical signs, all over. He adjusted his glasses on the bridge and peered closer. "This should take me less than a month to build. I should be able to do some strategies on its prototype about right now." He quickly made a mental note on some of the things he already had for the invention, and things he'd be needing which he didn't have. Done, he went out of the basement, strolled to the backyard, and paddled his earlier propped up bike to the city's centre.MR HANS' workshop was the most popular of its type in the whole of Mcbornie. Plus, the utilities and gadgets he sold were the cheapest anywhere. Not to mention — the best of the most trusted qualities. He'd been in the business since Andy was a little child; and whoever thinks it's impossible to have a boring job and call it fun? — meet Mr Hans. He found enthusiasm in everything he touched in his shop. It was probably the reason everyone liked him; he was an optimist.
"Hey, Mr Hans. It's me, Young Simpson—" he chuckled at that. That was what Mr Hans called him. Earlier, Andy had parked his bicycle by the entrance and chained it to a pole just beside the workshop. He looked around for the man. He was nowhere, just lots of metals everywhere. "Oh, my! Young Simpson, is that you?" Anderson looked around trying to trace the old, froggy voice. He was successful at this, and found the old man working under a big machine. Mr Hans pulled himself out — he was all dirty and sweaty. He dragged a towel from one of the big contraptions by his side, and wiped his face and hands. He flashed an amazingly dashing smile at Anderson. "Hello, Mr Hans." "Oh, my boy!" came his voice with an accompanying arm, bracing around Andy's shoulder. "You came to see old Mr Hans—" "You're not old, you look sweet sixteen," Andy flattered. Mr Hans flexed his bony arms and kissed both "biceps" — if that's what those were called. Anderson couldn't help but laugh out. "I guess I'll have to watch out for those," Andy said with a big smile. "We really should keep in touch with one another, frequently, Young Simpson. You really make me feel better." Anderson smiled. "I guess so." "So what brings you to The Great Workshop of Mr Hans?" Anderson smiled broader. "I need some things for building a robot—" "A robot!" Mr Hans exclaimed. Then he arched a brow at him. "What kind are we talking about?" Andy sighed. "A complex contraption with artificial intelligence." "Naw! Don't tell me, Young Simpson, that you're planning to contest in the Greatest Scientist of the Age!" Anderson looked away. What a smart old man! He wondered how he could have guessed it right. Andy had come to this workshop over a thousand times in the past to buy stuffs even more crazier than building a robot, yet he could tell Andy was planning to contest. Mr Hans fiddled with a can of frozen food, comprehending the full picture. "It's a very big contest with lots of smart contestants. Some are teachers, others are scientists, and the lists goes on. You know that, right?" Andy gave a deep sigh. Then he looked up. "Yes. Yes, I understand that it's a challenge. But I'm sure and confident that I can do this, Mr Hans. "It's been my dream since I've been a child to leave Mcbornie town, soar through to Portsmouth, and accomplish my dream to contest and win as The Greatest Scientist of the Age. I have been waiting for the day when I'll hear the competition is out again, hoping that I'll be more experienced by then. "I am confident that I've reached the apex of my endurance. Last week, it was announced that by next month, the competition would be out. It's a great time for me to develop my potentials—" "And if you don't win?" Mr Hans voice came between his words. Anderson took a moment or two to digest the question. Then he looked Mr Hans in the face. "Where there's a will, there's a way." Mr Hans smiled in awe. His expression was also mixed with intense disbelief. "You're just like your—" he quickly cut himself from saying "mother", then he replaced it quickly. "— just like your parents. Both so strong-willed. Look at your dad, for instance. He was obsessed with this 'financial revolution' stuff. People thought he was crazy, but in just a period of one year, he erected that accounting firm over there—" he pointed to the skyscraper, through the transparent door, within sight. Andy tried to read his expression, but couldn't. "I believe you can do it." Andy eyes widened. He stared at Mr Hans, warmly. Mr Hans drew a ladder nearby and climbed it up. Andy supported by holding it for the old man. He watched as the old man picked something, and retraced his steps down. Then he extended it to Andy. Observing it, he said, "Is this some kind of battery, or something?" "Both." Mr Hans paced about, his hands behind him, in the choked room. "It's a battery and a something." Andy grinned. "That, my boy, is a quantum mechanic composing of a very high QED. I'm sure you know what that means." Andy's eyes popped out of its sockets. "A Quantum Electrodynamics?! No way!" "Yes way!" Mr Hans spread out both arms, side way. "How did you get this?" Andy asked, looking at him with suspicion, frowning. "Hmm. . .let me see," he replied, palms spread under his chin, caressing his beard. "Yes!" he snapped. "The same way I got that flying, little helicopter there—" Andy traced the old index finger to a machine he'd not noticed prior to the moment. The helicopter flew round and round the ceiling. Then comprehension swept him off balance. "What! You invented a QED?! Unbelievable! Besides. . .it doesn't even make sense, what would you be needing it for?" Mr Hans chuckled. His eyes were contemplating on something. "You do realise who my twin brother is, don't you?" "Twin brother?" Anderson tried to think but could not place Mr Hans as a twin. But there was something about that. . .wait. . .no way! The picture was becoming clearer. He flashed back to a couple of months ago when he found himself with a little argument with Harrison against the C.E.O of The Greatest Scientist of the Age whose program they were watching on TV at Anderson's home. He could remember the argument, clearly: "Dude, doesn't this guy look familiar?" asked Andy, pausing the image on the screen with a remote, adjusting his glasses to peer closer. Harry chuckled. "What's so funny?" "I've always thought he did. He looks just like—" "Like Mr Hans!" he cut in. Harry nodded. Anderson pulled himself to his feet. He zoomed the picture for a closer look. "That is Mr Hans. Come on, look at that!" "That's the president of Science and Technology, and one of the founding fathers of this program — that's Dr. Archer," Harrison pointed out. "I know that! Wait, he's a doctor?" "PhD in science." "Oh, how much do you know about him?" Harry cracked his voice. "My maternal grandfather claims to be a cousin to Dr. Archer's best friend and co-founder." "That's shit, man!" Anderson was countering, and the argument went on. All of these conversations were afresh in Anderson's head, in less than five seconds. "You're Dr. Archer's twin brother?!" Honestly, Mr Hans wasn't expecting it. He was actually expecting some wrong guesses before he'd reveal his identity. "Come over to my house after school tomorrow, we'll talk over dinner. 6:30 would be perfect." Andy nodded, then he looked down at the QED in his hands. "You don't have to pay for that, you can have it," Mr Hans said, as if reading his thoughts. Andy watched him in awe, then he surprised Mr Hans by hugging him. He whispered a thank-you. He ran outside, unfastened the hold on his bike, dropped the QED in the front basket, then he paddled home with a big smile."But why would you even do that for me? It doesn't make any sense." Thomas' mouth hung open in confusion."Let's just say I'm a very nice guy." Harry smiled."You're kind to someone who committed a near-murder? That doesn't sound nice, unless you're encouraging it." Tom's eyebrow was arched, this time."For the right course, yes," Harry said, pulling the glass of juice before him to his mouth.Tom stared at him over the lunch table, as he listened to Harrison's throat gulping down the juice in one turn, and analysing the information he thought he was getting."So what are you proposing?" he asked as Harry dropped the glass against the table with a thud.Harry arched an eyebrow at Tom, questioningly."I mean - you must want something in return for a good deed, right? It's the I-owe-you-one dilemma; just like in the movies: 'I save your butt, you be my slave.'"Harrison gave out a soft laughter."Please, rephrase," Harry said. "It'
Jocelyn ran her hand through the thick forest on her head. She'd never felt less uncomfortable with herself (appearance) like she did now. She brought out the lip gloss she'd snucked into her bag earlier that day at home.Acknowledging the fact that there was a mutual infatuation between Andy and her brought her the best feeling conceivably - with it's inconveniences."I'm a girl," she whispered to herself. "I've got the hypnotism; but darn! isn't he so cute?" Jocelyn let out a deep breath.After applying some of the gloss to her lips, she caressed them by rubbing both lips against each other, forward and backward.Looking around the restroom, she sighed. It was as though she were expecting to see something. Her eyelashes flapped, meticulously, over her eyes, as she catwalked about the room, eyes fixed to the mirror. Her head wondered from one thought to the other.Just then, the fears popped up. She'd know Andy all her life, literally. He'd never ha
Tom and Harry were going out of class, together. They discussed as they advanced to the locker room. Classes were over. Surprisingly, Tom was very friendly. "See, I'm sorry for how I'd exploded on you, earlier." Harry waved it off. He liked the sound of sincerity he thought he was hearing. "Naw, I understand. We all have our sensitive spots." Wait. . .was that right? He wanted to rephrase that. "Oh, yeah?" Tom turned to him, opening his locker. "And what's yours?" "Maybe you can come over to my house for dinner, what do you think?" Tom pulled out his backpack and looked at the time on his wrist. "I guess so, but I've got to pick my sister from school, then when we're home, I'll help her with her homeworks and see if I can balance the time left." Harry's eyes were wide. "You have a sister?" "Uh-huh," he nodded. "She attends
As they dined in the large dining room, Hanson cracked his voice and began to speak. "Young Simpson, I want to tell you a little story about myself." Andy looked up from his food and smiled, nodding in approval and attentiveness, mouthful. "I have never told anyone this, except my beautiful Elizabeth here," he pointed out. This time, Anderson's curiosity was risen. He knew this was very important, so he gulped the food piled in his mouth, asking, "Then why are you telling me this?" "Because I feel there's an adventure for you in this story, to help you achieve your goals." "Adventure?" "Yes, an adventure. I want you to listen very attentively. My wife and I have considered it, and we've come to agree we can trust you. We can, right?" Andy nodded. "Definitely." The couple smiled and exchanged glances. Andy immediately tapped on his SW to begin recording (this was
Yo guys! Sorry, Andy's not in this one. But I hope you'll like it. Also, don't be confused by the name, "Amanda." One is the mother of Harry, the other is his classmate.– – – –The birds chirped over the window frame, euphoniously. The heatless sun hung delicately in the clear blue sky, while the air smelt nice and cosy. Harry gave himself a big stretch on the bed, with a roar-like yawn. Throwing the blanket off his body, he threw one leg before the other to the ground. He blinked, sequentially, trying to adapt his misty sight to the room. The room was a total mess. Clothes were piled all over his room; trousers slung here and there. He walked to the standing shelf adjacent to his bed and pulled it open. He squeezed his face to see the horrible mess he'd made it. He couldn't make a word out of it, save for one; mess. He dropped his fingers in his head and began scratching hard. "I need to get this room in place!" he sa
Anderson was doing some workouts at the gym, that night, when Harry called him to ask where he was. Andy replied that he was at the gym, and Harry said he was on his way. In less than twenty minutes, Harry'd arrived there to meet his friend all reddened and sweaty, seated with a towel around his neck, a bottle of water in his hand, and his outerwears just beside him on the bench. His mouth was in an evil smirk. As Harry advanced towards him, he observed his surrounding — perfect — save for the misplacement of some machines. "Hi, Anderson." "Hi, Harrison." Harry smiled. "My dear friend has gotten into a fight, which is a rare topic these days. You literally fight once in a year." Andy raised his eyes to him, without a smile on his face. "I've not even said anything, yet." "You don't have to, I know the smile you make when you've kicked someone's butt." Harry watched as Andy uncapped the bottle
Mr Hans — or simply Hanson — had just finished speaking to Anderson that evening on phone. After the call, he sat back to reflect on the day. He'd done lots of work at the workshop, and sold so many stuffs. He smiled, with the feeling of self-accomplishment. Inventing was cool, he thought. You could practically do anything you wanted, as long as you could think it. Hanson's bedroom was practically a lab. His bed was a robot — one could make it warm and cosy by pressing the red button at the base of the bed. One could also make it rotate, just for the fun of "traveling while sleeping", by pressing the green button beside the red. There was a little switch at the head of the bed always on neutral. If you pushed the switch up, it raises the bed up — near-ceiling-length — and if you pushed it down, it lowers the bed. In addition to this, all his windows worked on a remote. The remote also controlled his room cabinets. It had just two buttons
The bell rang for end of classes. All the students scurried off the classroom, leaving frustrated Mrs Corbyn screaming out, "Oh come on! Can't you all just wait a little for my conclusion on the topic?!" But of course, she wasn't expecting an answer. "This Agric teacher is the weirdest I've ever encountered in my entire life," said Tom to Harry. They both grinned and packed their books to the locker room, hurriedly. On their way, they saw Jocelyn at the other side of the sea of moving students, walking with Amanda who held some textbooks to her chest, protectively. They chuckled as they walked, but did not notice the boys. Harry couldn't remember when last he'd seen the duo together. They even sat together at lung. His eyes clung to the girls, still, and then. . . "Ouch! Watch where you're going!" a familiar voice cried, after bumping into Harry. The books in Harry's arms spilled to the ground. He quickly bent to pick them, then raised his hea