5 Times Tim Taught Bree Something
July 2nd 1997
"It's a peach plushie!" Bree giggles, the seven year old holding the peach stuffed animal close to her chest.
"there's one more thing" Tim says.
"what is it?" Bree asks, smiling up at her older brother who is a sophomore in high school.
"it's outside" Tim answers, opening the door and letting her run outside.
"a bike!" Bree squeals, laying eyes on the pink bike sitting in their driveway.
Their parents are out on a day trip for Genny's gymnastics tournament, leaving Bree and Tim home alone on Bree's birthday.
However, Tim is more than happy his parents are gone so he can spoil Bree the way she deserves to be.
"me and a couple friends of mine found her sitting at the dump, we fixed her up and gave her a new coat of paint" Tim explains.
"but it doesn't have training wheels" Bree frowns, turning around to look at Tim instead of admire the bike.
"well, you are seven years old, don't you think it's time you learn how to ride a bike?" Tim asks.
"I guess" Bree says, nervously.
"here, wear this" Tim puts his helmet on her head.
The helmet is too big and Tim spends a minute fiddling with the chin strap so that it will fit as best as it can.
"are you sure about this, Tim?" Bree asks as Tim helps her get on the back.
"yup, I'm just going to hold the seat so it doesn't fall over and you start pedaling" Tim instructs.
"okay" Bree nods, putting her feet on the pedal and starting to push the bike forward.
Tim keeps his hands on the bike for a few minutes until he's sure that Bree can do it and he lets go. Bree doesn't notice, continuing to shakily pedal down the sidewalk.
Bree doesn't know Tim let go until she stops the bike and looks back to see Tim several yards away.
"you let go!" Bree calls.
"and you just rode a bike without training wheels" Tim grins.
"I did" Bree smiles, looking down at the bike.
When her head tilts down, the oversized helmet falls down and obscures her vision.
"we'll definitely need to get you a proper helmet" Tim muses, pushing the helmet back off.
March 14th, 2005
"math is so stupid" Bree complains, sitting at Tim's desk while he writes a paper on his bed.
"what are you learning?" Tim asks.
"trigonometric functions" Bree answers.
"can't help you there" Tim says. "I don't know how I passed math in high school."
"you must remember something though" Bree reasons.
"doubtful" Tim says, but puts down his pencil and walks over to Bree.
"alright, solve over the interval [0, 2- yup, no clue" Tim shakes his head.
"can't you help?" Bree pouts.
"no can do, kiddo" Tim replies. "ask your teacher in the morning."
[Time Skip]
"hello, can I help you?" Professor Edwards asks when Tim enters his office.
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