Your Secrets Safe With Me (Brallon)

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(a/n: Finals are over, but I had to register for my classes next semester. Did you know by your second year of college everyone expects you to know what the hell you are going to do with your life? I don't know about you, but I have no idea what to do with my life. I want to work in marketing and advertising, but I also want to do something with horses. But I also want to write stories because that's fun. Soooooooo I have no clue basically so as of right now I'm still a Marketing major with a minor in equine science, but I may double major in Animal Science with a pre-vet concentrate, but I don't want to be a vet. Sorry for my rant I just have nowhere else to vent.)

Brendon was finally home. He had spent two weeks in the hospital, even though he was only supposed to be there a week and a half. After a few minor setbacks, he was almost all better and ready to get back to the real world. Every once in a while, he was still sore, but now it could be controlled with pain killers.

I had gone back to school on Wednesday after Brendon insisted on me continuing to get an education, but I also went so I could get his homework. Honestly, I was doing his homework for him so he wouldn't fall behind in anything. Of course, I couldn't take his tests and quizzes for him, but I had been helping him study so Monday he could start making everything up. I was determined to help him graduate on time, despite all the crap he had been through recently.

Since Brendon now had a loving foster home to stay at, we were sitting on the floor in Pete's living room doing homework and studying. Patrick was over helping us, too, because Pete was useless when it came to algebra. Mrs. Wentz had been very accomodating for Brendon, letting me stay with him the first night in his new home while he adjusted. It would be hard to sleep without him curled into my side, but now he had a place to call his home.

"Hey Dal, I still don't understand logarithms, and now there is also this quadratic equation thing that is happening, and I don't get it." Brendon leaned over and showed me the problems on his homework.

I smiled at him as he whined about having to do math. This boy had my whole heart in his hands; it was probably why he could bat his eyelashes at me, and I would do whatever he wanted me to. Redirecting my stare away from the brown-eyed boy, I looked at the problem he was attempting to do.

"Well, logarithms are just the inverse of an exponent, and the quadratic equation is just simply x equal to negative b plus or minus the square root of b squared minus 4ac, and then you divide all of it by 2a," I told him, trying to let him do the problem on his own.

"Whatever you just said sounded like actually gibberish to me." He gave me a blank stare as I tried to help him with the work, "ugh, I'm never going to pass this test."

"You will, baby, you just need to take each problem piece by piece." I took his notebook from him and turned to a clean page before breaking down the first problem he was looking at into simple steps.

"And for the quadratic formula, there is a song that goes with it to the tune of Pop Goes the Weasel," Patrick added as he took a break from trying to get his boyfriend to do his homework.

"Yea, I think I remember that from last year." I laughed.

"X equals negative b

Plus or minus the square root

Of b squared minus for 4ac

All over 2a," Patrick and I sang, adding in the arm motions the teachers had taught us.

"Why are we dating such nerds?" Pete looked at Brendon and asked.

"Because we do your homework for you, and you love us." Patrick leaned over and kissed Pete's cheek before handing the notebook in his hand back to the black-haired boy.