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We walk into the living room, almost hitting mom with the door. She tells us she made cookies and they’re almost ready. We walk upstairs to my dark, untidy room. I take off my shoes and desperately hope they don’t smell revolting. When I notice they don’t, I relax a little more. Brendon looks around and stands awkwardly at the door.
“You can come sit down.” I tell him politely.
He nods and takes off his shoes, and sits in front of me, on my bed.
“So, what is it you need help with?”
“Well… I’m not so great in History. And I’m horrible with math… and my English…” He looks down, his ears turning slightly red.
“It’s fine.” I reassure him “School isn’t easy for everyone. And I’m sure I can help.”
He nods “Ok… So, you’re… Ryan right?”
I nod in response.
“I don’t mean to be rude… but I have to ask… Were you really locked up for trying to murder your sister?”
I roll my eyes “I don’t have a sister. I’ve never had a sister. I’ve never been in prison; I’ve never done any of those stupid things people have made up.”
Brendon nods with a bit of a smile “I didn’t think so. You seem too… innocent for that stuff.”
“So what about you? Did you really lock Mrs. Smitt in the janitor’s closet?”
He chuckles “Yes, but she had it coming! I’m serious… she was going to paddle me, just because I didn’t know who the 16th president was.”
I let out a small chuckle as well “She is a bit extreme…”
The door swings open and we see mom, holding a plate of cookies and two glasses of milk.
“Thanks Mr. Ross.” Brendon says politely.
I nod “Yeah… thanks mom…”
She smiles “Well have fun studying.”
I roll my eyes.
“So shall we begin the studying?” he giggles.
I nod “What homework do you have?” I dip my cookie into the cold glass of milk.
“Just English and math tonight…”
I finish chewing and reply “Ok, cool.”
I take out my homework as he does his. Some is the same, which doesn’t mean I’ll simply let him copy. I explain to him about the questions and math problems. He’s not dumb at all, he just has to get the full explanation, which I’m more than happy to give. After we finish homework, mom asks if he’d like to stay for dinner.
I sit between Brendon and mom, and dad is on her side.
“So Brandon-“
“Brendon.” I correct my father.
“Yes, Brendon are you interested in sports?” my father asks, to spite me.
“Well… I played pee-wee Baseball…”
I grin.
“What do you do in your free time?”
“I’ve been looking for a job…”
“No luck?”
“NO, our economy has gone to hell…”
He nods “Damn economy…”
“So, did you two have fun studying?” mom asks.
“Fun? Studying isn’t really fun mom…”
She smiles “Oh, you know what I meant.”
“It was fine mom…”
She nods and takes a bite of her salad.
After dinner, Brendon gathers his things to go home. I frown, not really wanting him to leave.
“You have a cell phone?” he asks.
I nod.
He scribbles his number on a piece of paper, “Text me, Ok?”
“Ok…” My heart soars.
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“You can come sit down.” I tell him politely.
He nods and takes off his shoes, and sits in front of me, on my bed.
“So, what is it you need help with?”
“Well… I’m not so great in History. And I’m horrible with math… and my English…” He looks down, his ears turning slightly red.
“It’s fine.” I reassure him “School isn’t easy for everyone. And I’m sure I can help.”
He nods “Ok… So, you’re… Ryan right?”
I nod in response.
“I don’t mean to be rude… but I have to ask… Were you really locked up for trying to murder your sister?”
I roll my eyes “I don’t have a sister. I’ve never had a sister. I’ve never been in prison; I’ve never done any of those stupid things people have made up.”
Brendon nods with a bit of a smile “I didn’t think so. You seem too… innocent for that stuff.”
“So what about you? Did you really lock Mrs. Smitt in the janitor’s closet?”
He chuckles “Yes, but she had it coming! I’m serious… she was going to paddle me, just because I didn’t know who the 16th president was.”
I let out a small chuckle as well “She is a bit extreme…”
The door swings open and we see mom, holding a plate of cookies and two glasses of milk.
“Thanks Mr. Ross.” Brendon says politely.
I nod “Yeah… thanks mom…”
She smiles “Well have fun studying.”
I roll my eyes.
“So shall we begin the studying?” he giggles.
I nod “What homework do you have?” I dip my cookie into the cold glass of milk.
“Just English and math tonight…”
I finish chewing and reply “Ok, cool.”
I take out my homework as he does his. Some is the same, which doesn’t mean I’ll simply let him copy. I explain to him about the questions and math problems. He’s not dumb at all, he just has to get the full explanation, which I’m more than happy to give. After we finish homework, mom asks if he’d like to stay for dinner.
I sit between Brendon and mom, and dad is on her side.
“So Brandon-“
“Brendon.” I correct my father.
“Yes, Brendon are you interested in sports?” my father asks, to spite me.
“Well… I played pee-wee Baseball…”
I grin.
“What do you do in your free time?”
“I’ve been looking for a job…”
“No luck?”
“NO, our economy has gone to hell…”
He nods “Damn economy…”
“So, did you two have fun studying?” mom asks.
“Fun? Studying isn’t really fun mom…”
She smiles “Oh, you know what I meant.”
“It was fine mom…”
She nods and takes a bite of her salad.
After dinner, Brendon gathers his things to go home. I frown, not really wanting him to leave.
“You have a cell phone?” he asks.
I nod.
He scribbles his number on a piece of paper, “Text me, Ok?”
“Ok…” My heart soars.
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