I knock on Michael's door. I never thought I would be here for any reason at all. He opens the door, his hair shaped almost in a fringe.
"What's wrong with your hair?" I ask him.
"Nothing..." He says trying to re-style it. He runs up to his room and I follow him by slowly walking up the stairs. He quickly turns off his music which sounded very familiar. I ignore the thought and walk into his messy room.
"You like these people?" I ask motioning to all his band posters. Blink-182, Good Charlotte, Sum 41...
"This is my brother's room," he mumbles.
"Why can't we go into your room?" I question.
"I'm re-painting it," he replies. He pulls out his math textbook with multiple problems that I should know all the answers to.
"What?" I ask.
"Solve," he replies.
"Why?" He whines.
"It's your homework, I'm helping, not doing it," I reply.
"But you're smart,"
"I know Michael... I can't just give you the answers, you won't learn anything." I reply sighing.
"But I don't understand anything," he says.
"Figures..." I mumble.
"What did you say?" He asks, challenging me.
"Nothing... I said nothing," I reply.
"Solve," he says again.
"No," I reply.
"I'm trying to help you, Michael. You don't get it do you?" I ask.
"I don't understand anything... I was practically falling asleep during this lesson." Michael replies.
"So you need me to teach you?" I ask, almost in shock.
"Yes," Michael answers.