Through Thick and Thin

5

"Hello Micheal," Miranda greeted.

"Hey Mandy,"

Ben drove to Michael's house first, which was a couple of blocks from his. They told him bye before he drove them home.

"You look good," he complimented looking at her jean overalls. She had a round neck white shirt on the inside, and her hair was in a pony tail showing off her medium-sized gold hoops,

"Thanks," she blushed, giving him a smile.

Ben parked his car and walked around to open hers.

"I'm going inside with you. I tutor Curt today,"

"Oh, okay, cool. Come up stairs with me when you are done."

Miranda walked inside and sat at the counter.
"Curt Miranda is here for you," Ben shouted, going upstairs.

"Hey, Mandy," Curt greeted, taking a seat. He pulled out his geometry book and handed it to her. They were also going to go through his homework.

Miranda spent an hour helping him navigate the complexities of geometry.

"Okay, Curt, let's go over these triangle proofs again. Remember, you need to provide logical explanations for each step," Miranda explained, pointing at the questions in Curt's textbook.

Curt groaned, scratching his head. "I still don't get why it matters. When will I ever use this stuff in real life?"

Miranda chuckled softly. "I know it can feel frustrating at times, but geometry helps train your logical thinking skills. Plus, it lays the foundation for higher-level math and problem-solving. Trust me, it's worth the effort."

Curt grumbled but followed Miranda's lead as they delved into the world of angles, congruence, and proofs. Miranda's patience and ability to break down complex concepts slowly helped Curt grasp the fundamentals.

"Okay, all your homework is finished. I will see you again for this on Monday," Miranda concluded as she got up.

"You're going to see Ben."

"Yeah, for a few minutes before I go home and do my own homework."

Miranda walked into Ben's room, and he had just come out of the bathroom with grey sweat pants on and no shirt. Her eyes traveled down his body, and she bit her lip, looking back up at him.

Ben wanted to groan, but he knew it was inappropriate, especially since he was on the phone. The cordless house phone was to his ear as he smiled.

"Hey, Em. Can I call you back later?" He asked. "Okay, yeah, around that time is good for me too."

Ben hung up, and Miranda looked at him questionably. "Em?"

"Yeah," he responded.

"A nickname after two weeks. You're in pretty deep." She remarked.

"I mean, yeah, she's cool. She's smart, beautiful, down to earth, she likes sports and she cheers."

"Hmm, seems like the perfect girl for a football player,"

Ben followed where she was going with that, and he shook his head. "No social status, personality, or any of that can determine who's right for someone. No one is undeserving of love, and no one is too good for another person." He spoke firmly.

Miranda ignored him and flopped on his bed. Ben joined her on the bed and pulled her onto him. She didn't shy away because they always did things like this even when they were younger.

"In my creative writing class. Ms. Brown wanted us to create two poems that describe where we are in life and about our career goals and important things to us. I wrote it and got a 100. She really loved them." Ben informed.