Yes, Sweetheart

Chapter 8

"But I still don't understand it. Circular motion and all these forces interacting makes absolutely no sense to me. And just what exactly is inertia?"

I growled, frustrated, still bent over the book. Various pieces of notebook paper were bunched up, crumpled, written all over. No matter how much I tried, it just didn't seem as though I understood the material.

Levi chuckled, and pointed at the paper I was writing on.

"Inertia is represented by this formula. And before you ask, no, it's not the formula but it's simply represented by it. Inertia is the idea that this formula represents, just a name, essentially."

He tapped the top of the pencil I was writing with.

"Relax, alright? You're doing well. You just need a little more practice, that's all. Actually, you have a decent handle on all of this material, the only thing you seem to have any issues with is circular motion."

We sat on the couch, the book laying on the coffee table. I sat on the left side cushion of the couch, where the area faced the door. Ironically, it was the cushion I sat on yesterday, and indeed, just as Levi had affirmed, there was no visible stain.

Levi was sitting next to me, in a twist of fate: yesterday one brother was trying to get physical with me, today the second brother is aiding me with my education.

Wearing a t-shirt, the material was not "able to be ruined", as Levi had put it. He specifically chose something that I wouldn't be afraid of messing up, just in case I did come over. It was considerate, frankly, and I was grateful that I wasn't worried about messing up a shirt and could focus instead on my physics.

"Look, we've been studying this for four hours. You know the material well, you're just stressing. Do you want a break? You're going to burn yourself out at this rate."

Levi pushed the curls away that had fallen in his face, and stood up. He was watching me, waiting for a decision.

"I guess I could take a break," I relented. "But afterwards I'll need to study a bit more."

He nodded.

"I figured you'd say that, but at the very least a break would do you some good."

He inclined his head for me to follow him, and held out his hand for me to take.

Helping me up, he gently steadied me, and headed towards the kitchen.

"It's after three, do you want something to constitute lunch?"

Levi had a broad smile on his face, something I noticed he was hardly without.

"Alright, I'm game. What do you want me to make?"

He snorted, and shook his head dismissively.

"You aren't making anything. You're a guest in the house, I'm not permitting you to make any food. I'll make something, what do you want?"

"What can you make?"

He laughed, a full body laugh. It took me by surprise.

"I'm graduating college a year early, but I've still spent three years cooking for myself. I can make a good deal of varieties. What do you want me to make?"

I was dumbfounded. I hadn't stopped to consider that, like myself, other people had taught themselves to cook. I was just so used to Josh asking me to make food that I forgot that cooking was typically considered a necessary life skill.

"I, uh, what do you want?"

Levi beamed, and emphasized, "I asked you. Out of anything you could have right now, what do you want?"