Angels

Chapter 30- Tutor-ship

Sam knocked on the door and Damien opened it for him.

"Hey Sam," Damien said, greeting him with a quick hug.

"I don't want to learn stuff. School's boring. I won't learn any better from your dad than from my teachers. Or even like Marc," Sam replied.

"I've never forgotten a single lesson my dad taught me," Damien replied.

"That's because you're smarter than me," Sam replied.

"Nah, it's because we learn a little different," Damien replied. "You'll hate it."

"Great," Sam replied as Damien shut the door behind him.

The living room was practically unrecognizable.

"Damien I was here like two days ago what happened?!" Sam shouted.

"Sam!" Damien's dad called out.

"Hey," Sam replied. Damien wrapped his arm around Sam's shoulders and started walking further into the room.

"Sam, this is a new type of learning for you. But it's typically a tradition for Angels to learn like this," his dad explained.

"What happened to your living room?" Sam asked again.

"Board games get fierce here and we played monopoly last night," Damien replied quickly.

"HOW?!" Sam shouted.

"Don't ask about it," Damien concluded.

"Sam has to join us one night," Damien's dad suggested. "But Sam, for the time being, just feel free to call me Roger. Be comfortable."

Sam felt relieved, he'd forgotten his name and it wasn't brought up often.

"I have bean bag chairs in my room! Since there's no furniture right now," Damien explained, running off.

"So how does this work, exactly?" Sam asked.

"I won't be telling you almost anything. It's all emotional and mental. So it'll be Damien teaching you his own way while I supervise," he explained. "He doesn't know that yet, though."

"But..." Sam mumbled. He looked towards the hallway as he saw Damien dragging a purple bean bag chair into the room and pushed it over to Sam.

"Damien, you're teaching him," Roger said. Damien stopped.

"What? But he might not learn it right!" Damien replied.

"Sam and I aren't connected emotionally. You and Sam, however," his dad concluded.

"So how do I teach him?" Damien asked as Sam fell back onto the bean bag.

"How do you think he'll learn?" Roger asked.

"I just tell him what to do and he does it? Like you taught me?" Damien asked.

"He wouldn't be able to fail school if he learned that that. That's why we thought about just sending you through public school," Roger explained. "If you think that's how he'll learn, it's up to you to find out."

"Sam what's the 12th digit of pi?" Damien asked.

"Uhh... 13?" Sam asked.

"That's two numbers," Damien replied. "8."

"Shit," Sam said. "That was my next guess I swear. What's the Roman numeral for 13?"

"Uh... one... three?" he replied.

"If you don't know that then I don't have to know pi more than three digits," Sam replied, crossing his arms. "It's XIII."

"That was my next guess," Damien commented.

"Sam, Angels aren't Roman," Roger explained.

"I'm not a dessert," Sam countered.

"Are you sure? Because loving you is a piece of cake," Damien commented.

"Shut up!" Sam shouted.

Roger laughed at the comment.

Roger left after half an hour and Damien kept finding different ways to try to teach Sam but there was no connection. If anything it confused him more.

"Damien it's getting a little late and I want to get home with enough time to relax before dinner. Can we call it quits here?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, I'll text you some questions later, to see if anything really did work," Damien explained.

"See ya," Sam said, getting up and walking to the door.

"No hug?" Damien pouted.

"You were trying to teach me math," Sam complained. Damien frowned.

"That was history," he replied.

"You're a boring teacher," Sam replied, shrugging.

"I'm not made to be a teacher, I'm made to be your boyfriend," Damien explained, walking over and wrapping Sam in a hug.

"Finee," Sam replied, hugging his back.

"I'll find a way to teach you," Damien explained.

"I know you will," Sam replied.