Dave Learned.

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You sat at your desk writing away. Mark Twain was a complex individual. This was due soon and you just wanted to get it over with.

It was Wednesday. Yesterday there was a huge thunderstorm and you didn't have school. So you took this opportunity to sleep. It was nice. Meanwhile that's all your sister has been doing. Sleeping. You didn't blame her though. She had a concussion too. Hers was a little more dangerous. Luckily neither of you had any internal bleeding.

You sighed and searched through out your English book for any type of information on Mark Twain. Gdi Mark Twain.

Finally finding a page, you skimmed it and practically transferred the information without it being plagiarism. You're proud of yourself.

You accidentally slid your pen across your page when someone knocked on your front door. You looked down and almost screamed. A large Mark across your nicely written paper. You angrily pulled the page out of your spiral and went to the door, angrily opening it.

"Hi (Name)!" Kane smiled. You lifted the paper in front of him. "You and your awful timing made me mess up my paper."
He frowned. You sighed and crossed your arms.

"How can I help you, Kane? How can I help you?" You asked, passive aggressively.

"I was just checking up on your sister." He said, stepping into your apartment.
Yeah, okay, come in.
You frowned.

"She's asleep right now, sorry."
He seemed to ignore you as he began down your hallway for her room. You shut the door and angrily followed. What the hell this man.

You turned into your room and sat down at your desk, being forced to rewrite the paper. You where close to done too. She just wanted three pages. This was your last page.

You flipped to a new page and began again.

Then you realized it probably wasn't a good idea to let him wake your sister. You got up, made your way to her room, and found he already woke her. She seemed happy enough to talk to him.

"I'm sure I'll be fine to go back tomorrow." She said, turning to face him. She sat up. He sat at the edge of her bed. They didn't notice you. They proudly discussed their work or whatever. You didn't really understand any of it. Since she seemed fine you made it back to your room when the door was being knocked upon again.

Fuck it you're busy.

You turned to see Kane walk by. You assumed he was going to answer it. You turned and kept working on rewriting what this lil bitch messed up technically. Kind of. Whatever.

Kane opened the door and was greeted with a young boy with blonde hair. He's seen him a few times before. "What the fuck are you doing here?" Dave asked. He slid himself through the door.

"Well, I'm-"
"I don't actually care." He moved past Kane and went to look for you. "Hey." He poked his head through your door. "I didn't see you this morning." He said, sitting down on your bed. You turned and looked at him with a tired look on your face. "I was late this morning and missed first period." You frowned and got up, sitting beside him, and resting your head on his shoulder.

He lowered his voice. "Why is Kane here?"

You shrugged. "Damn it I never know. She seems to be having a nice time with him so I won't bother."

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders.
"How is Dirk doing?"
Dave hesitated.
"Fine? ... " he paused. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh you know, being the father of the child inside of my sister, I figure that wou- OH FUC K." You covered your mouth and sat up.

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