15 - Opinion

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"BBBBBBAAAAAAABBBBBEEEEEE!"

I groan from the desperation that was clearly heard in Axel's voice when he yelled my pet name. I didn't want to leave the comfort of my bed, it was so soft I don't think I even wanted to move to pee.

"BBBBAAAAAABBBEEEEE! PLEASE HELP MEEEE!"

Help you? You're a 6'3 eighteen year old senior that has biceps the size of Mount Rushmore, what could you possibly need help with Takeridge?

"BAAABBBEEE PLEASE I DON'T KNOW THE ANSWER TO THIS QUESTION!" He whined.

Of course, the only time this guy actually needs help is when his peanut sized brain can't process something. And of course if I don't help him, he's probably going to barge into my room like a SWAT team until I can help him out.

"Where are you?" I yelled as I got up from my soft, comfy, loveable and delicious bed.

"BEDROOM," he groaned.

After the grocery store Axel and I just cleaned up while I told him my little encounter with the wicked witch of a stepmother. He burst out into laughter for almost five minutes not believing a word I said. The only time I laughed was when he told me he had to rush out of the aisle so fast he thought his dick would get caught up in it.

I walked into his bedroom without knocking and was met with a shirtless Axel in black basketball shorts. His toned biceps were on full display and his perfectly shaped bushy eyebrows were scrunched in frustration as he looked down at the piece of paper. It was breathtaking to see him like this, he looked so beautiful.

And edible...

Ew! Stop thinking like that, he probably doesn't even think of you the same way.

I mean, why would anybody think of you like that, you're ugly...

"You called for me Takeridge?" I groaned as I made my way over to him.

"Babe! Help!" He exclaimed as he shoved the piece of paper in my hands.

I arched an eyebrow as I looked down at the paper and decided that I was way too tired to be helping him with homework right now. "What's 2+2?"

"Four."

"Congratulations you can do math now figure that out on your own," I deadpanned as I started walking out the door.

As I reached for the door knob my body was suddenly pulled and lifted into the air by two strong arms. I didn't need to think to know who it was and I didn't struggle against it either, I couldn't even if I wanted to.

"Please help, I want to get this over with already," he pleaded.

I looked at him dead in the eyes for a few seconds before falling back into the bed and rubbing my eyes, "I'm too tired!" I complained.

"It's okay I know those gears in that pretty little head of yours will still do it's thing," he beamed as he showed me the paper once again.

He called your head pretty...

But he also called it little...

"You shouldn't call my brain little if you're the one asking me for help," I deadpanned.

He rolled his eyes, "Yes Miss April, now pleaseeeee," he whined. I examined the paper once again and noticed that it was just the same thing I was doing in lunch today, it was fairly easy actually.

I explained the equation to him bit by bit as I walked over to his closet and grabbed a large hoodie. I slipped it on over my clothing and walked back out to the bedroom to see Axel writing down the answer on the paper.

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