Chapter 03
A/N: Here’s todays. Sorry it’s so short, I kinda forgot until the last minute. And sorry for crappiness, it’s also a quick draft.
Part 2 of this story should go up tomorrow and should be interesting :)
A Creepy Anthology
Chapter 03: A Common Denominator
With a sigh, I leaned back in my chair, and put my hand to my head in a show of pure and utter frustration. He was cute, but goddamn it, why couldn’t he get math?
“I’m sorry Ryan…”
“God, it’s okay, it’s just… I get this and it’s hard for me to explain better.”
He turned to me and grinned. “Then let’s forget about this and solve our own little equation. I’m one half, and you’re one half, and we take off enough clothing until we’re equal…”
I chuckled, and gave him a slight slap to the back of his head. “What a little perv.”
“And then together, we’ll find our own little common denominator.”
“Like the ones you’re supposed to be finding on that worksheet?”
He glared at me, and turned back to the sheet. I ruffled his hair and got up from my seat. “Imma make some snacks. See if you can’t get x to equal y while I do that. If you do, maybe we’ll be able to make your y meet my x.”
As I exited the room, I heard an excited yelp as fingers pounded against the keys of his calculator.
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“See? I knew you’d be able to get it.”
It was two hours later, and we had finally made it through the worksheet, and I was proud to say that I only did one problem on it… he did the rest. With a little help, but it was better than he wanted – where I did all the work, and then he got the yummy after fun.
“Yeah. Now if you had given me more than a tiny fraction of your love, we would have finished this long ago…”
“Yeah, and you wouldn’t have learned a thing. It would be my a, and when it came to testing, you’d be getting the square foot of an f.”
He was silent for a moment before, “The square root of a fuck? I rather like that idea. Let’s go do it.” And then jumped up and started heading for the dinning room door.
His escape was thwarted, however, by my mother appearing in the doorway. “Oh, hi Brandon dear, staying for dinner?”
He looked back to me, and I shrugged. “Whatcha having?”
“Probably just hamburgers, easy and quick. And Ryan, is Justin still coming over?”
“FUCK!” Both my mother and boyfriend turned to me, questioning faces. “I totally forgot about that. Shit…”
Justin was an old friend. We went to middle school together, and then he went to the other high school. We still hung out occasionally, but I hadn’t talked to him in awhile. He had called a few nights back, asking if he could sleep over… and well, that was apparently today. My room was a pit and so was the basement.
The doorbell rang.
“I take that as a yes?” my mom said, cocking her head towards the front entrance.
As I jogged to open the door for Justin, I tried to plan a way to clean up my room in time. Oh, and there was, of course, also the whole problem of me not talking to him since before Valentine’s Day either. And my Valentine’s present sitting in the other room.
Shit.
