He's Basically My Brother M.C.

evif-ytnewt

"jerry, you wanna go to my house after school?" luke asks, he was once again waiting for me at the classroom door.

"ye-" i was cut off by michael

"actually she was things to do today after school" michael wrapped his arm around my waist

"and that is..." luke trailed off

"shes tutoring me after school, for spanish" michael answers

"oh yeah, youre tutoring him" luke chuckles weirdly. by weirdly i mean, he didnt sound nervous, but he didnt sound like he was amused by some sort of a joke.

"well i'll be off then" luke waved at me and turned away, his hand balling into a fist. weird.

"i dont tutor you after school" i turn to michael, and he lets go of my waist.

"now you do" he shrugs

"well, you need it" i roll my eyes

"sure do" he smiles

-

"now how do you say high school?" i cover up the vocabulary word. it was lunch time and we sat in the spanish class, going over simple vocabulary.

"la escuela secundaria" he rolls his eyes

"im not a baby, give me sentences" he rested his head on the palm of his hand.

"how do you say, 'hello my name is michael how are you? i like dyeing my hair and video games'?" i challenge

"umm... do you have the paper? that you know, wrote it on" he questions hopefully

"yes i do" i roll my eyes, i looked in my spanish folder and pulled out the piece of paper.

he looked at it and started sounding it out, like a child.

"hola soy michael, ¿cómo estás? quiero... teñir mi pelo.. y juegos de video?" he questioned

"great!" i smiled

"now how do you say, 'may i use the bathroom, and where is it?'?" i ask

"thats important for sure" he joked

"¿Puedo usar el baño, y ¿dónde está?" he thought

"nice" i clap softly

"hey, hey, guess what?" he asked

"what?" i ask

"mi polla es larga" he laughs

"youre so immature" i roll my eyes playfully

"but you love it" he winks

yes i do