Unfrozen

Cold as ice itself, and pale as the snow itself, Michael Clifford is not the type of 6ft boy you should be messing with, unless it's a death with you are asking for. But when someone crosses his path, his entire life turns all the way around, and maybe he might just show his soft spots.

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3. "Solve."

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. 

"No."

"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. 

*~*

 

 

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