Before you start the story, I wanted to let you know my stories tend to get a little bit too emotional, and I'm not the best writer out there. I would love to get comments on what I could work on, even if it might be kind of rude. I do not get offended easily, and I just like honesty. Anyways, bless you if you actually read this, and please enjoy.

"I don't know how you can stand these bad grades, Daniel! Aren't you ashamed?"
I pressed my thumb into my palm, trying to slow my breathing down.
"I am trying... I really am! I just.."
I could hardly bring myself to say the words.
"I just can't understand what the teachers say! I can't go and memorize it, like whoop-de-doo, I got all A's because I studied 24/7! No matter how hard I study, I just won't be smart enough!"
Dad pressed his hands against the table, staring intensely at me.
"I will do whatever it takes to at least try and make you understand! I will not give up, even if you need five thousand math tutors!"
I angled my body towards the stairs, ready to take off as soon as I could.
"You should give up,"I whisper.
"I'm useless."
I can feel his eyes staring at my back as I run up the stairs. I sigh. It's only going to be a matter of time till he makes me go to a counselor. I'll just have to survive till then, I guess.

"Daniel!"
I pressed the pause on YouTube, grumbling to myself. I pulled open the door to my room.
"What?!"
I could see the frontdoor from the top of the stairs. There was another boy with black hair and insanely pretty eyes. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I put on a confused face.
"He's going to be your new math tutor."
I gapedat my dad.
"W-WHAT?"
The boy looked uncomfortable.
"I told you I would try every way possible, and maybe you need someone near your age."
I didn't know what to say.
"You can go in the dining room, I'll be at Costco."
I opened my mouth, but no words came out.
"So um... shall we get started?"
Asked the boy. I shrugged.

Dad had left us alone in the dining room. I could hardly concentrate. I kept staring at him.
"So you got that?"
I looked away from him.
"Uh... what?"
He readjusted himself on the chair.
"Do you like music?"
He asked me. I scratched my arm, unsure of how this relates to math.
"I guess."
"Great!"
He grabbed his phone off the table, tapping on it occasionally.
"So... what are you doing?"
I ask. He lets out a breath as music starts to play. Twenty one pilots. Not the best, but it's okay.
"Now... we should get back to math."

The boy who had told me to call him Phil,has been here for an hour and a half now. I had made some progress since he put on the music, though. I wonder where he got the idea of music during math. And thankfully, he never put on one of those
really happy songs. He seemed like the sort of guy to be happy all the time, but I think he could tell what I was sort of into. It also helped that I was wearing black. Another song that I didn't know came on. I soon recognized it, though.
Baby-we found love right where we areee

I looked at him, a blush slowly coming to my face. He turned to look at me, and I looked away, afraid he'd see me blushing. HE probably wasn't... I need to stop thinking of him like that
"I should probably go now.."
I nodded at him, a little bit disappointed. I helped him put the papers back in his binder, and our hands touched for a split second. His hands froze, but he quickly shut the binder, tucking it under his arm.
"Well, thank you for allowing me to stay here, as I would have never been allowed to do this at my own house:"
I don't know why he was thanking ME, but I shrugged.
"Bye I guess."

"Is your dad going to let you go to the party? I can't go alone!"
Ashley, aka my girlfriend, had been complaining all day about how my dad was still "thinking" about letting me go to the high school party.
"I told you Ashley, you might have to go alone."
She huffed, crossing her arms. Looking at the calendar again, I cursed.
"Wait-the party is on a Friday, right?"
She nodded, staring out into space. I cursed again.
"My math tutor is coming on Friday..."
She whipped her head up towards me.
"What? Can't you cancel?"
I crack my knuckles, and she flinches at the sound.
"No-it's only every other Friday, and my dad would kill me."
She turns her back towards me.
"I will not listen to you until you say you're going."
Fine with me.

I had just got out of the shower when Dad knocked.
"Phillip is here!"
Crap. I hadn't even put on clothes yet.
"Give me five or ten minutes:"
I practically threw on my clothes and did all the other stuff I needed to do in less than ten minutes. My hair would stay curly for now, I guess.

"Your mom's friends are coming over, so you need to go study somewhere else."
I groaned.
"But we won't be able to concentrate!"
Dad shrugged, as if saying not my problem.
"Um... we may be able to go to my house..."
Phil put in. I looked at Dad. He shrugged again.
"Okay"

"Um I just looked at that photo and happened to notice you were... wearing a dress..."
Phil's mom lit up, and dear god, I hoped she wouldn't talk forever.
"When Philwas younger, he used to try on girls clothes!"
I covered my mouth, but half a laugh burst out. Phil heated up.
"It was when I was younger! Not now!"
An image popped up in my head of Phil now wearing a Disney princess dress. I smiled, stretching out my fingers.
"I'll leave you two boys to work, then."
Phil looked relieved.
"Thanks mum."
I started thinking of the way I could most make fun of Phil in not a mean way. He offered me a jolly rancher, but even though I wanted it, I said no thanks.

I should have taken it.

Phil had officially tutored me for six Fridays. This was now the seventh, and he wasreally the only tutor I was starting to understand. I was always disappointed when I had to leave. Especially now.
"My Dad still hasn't texted... he is usually early to text and now he's ten minutes late!"
Phil looked at me sympathetically.
"We've all been there... you can stay till he comes, we're not going to make you walk all the way home by yourself."
I smiled.
"Thanks."
Just then, my phone rang, and spoilers:
It was not good news.

I sat on Phil's bed, not even crying. I could hardly feel anything. Hardly hear anything, except for the words echoing in my head.
"Your dad... well... he didn't survive the car crash."
I stared at my lap.
"I should walk home,"
I whisper. Phil shakes his head.
"You can spend the night, if you want."
I glanced sideways at him. He was crying. Surprised, I gaped at him.
"Why are you crying..?"
He wiped his nose.
"The worst thing is when people don't cry- but I can feelthe sadness in them.. I hate it."
I inhale a huge breath. It's almost painful.
"I don't want to do that to you... but I just can't cry."
He half smiles at me.
"I'm sorry, I should be comforting you, not the other way around."
I shrug, my hand falling onto the of my handon Phil's, we fall into silence. We have only hung out for 7 days, but we already have that sort of bond you need to dedicate your life to, for it to break. He leans against me, our hands
laced together.
"I'm sorry,"
He whispers to me.

I don't know what he is apologizing for.

Years Later...
WARNING:(If you cry easily, get some tissues ready.)

"Phil, imgoing to Target, we need more cereal because SOMEONE ate it all again."
He looked guilty. And nerdy. And extremely adorable with those glasses on.
"Okay, but get me some fruit snacks while you're out!"
I rolled my eyes.
"Fine."

I run back into the room, now aware that I forgot my phone. The closest Target was twenty minutes away, and I had drove for a total of seven minutes before I had to turn back.
"Phi-"
I then saw him. With a girl I had never seen before. I never thought Phil would be the one to cheat on me. He opened his eyes, seeing me. They broke apart quicker than an eye could blink. Grabbing my phone off the counter, I opened the door again, slamming
it loudly as I left. I ran to the car, holding back the first tears eversince I was a child. I let loose a waterfall of tears as I locked the car doors, sinking to the floor of the car. My phone buzzed.
To: Dan

From: Philly 3

It was just a misunderstanding, let me explain.

I blocked him, just staring at the walls of the car. I knew where I wanted to go, and it wasn't Target.

I somehow managed to get to the roof of Barnes and Nobles. It was sort of tall, but it would do. The pain I felt right now. It was like a razor slowly cutting through my skin until I died. I trusted Phil, but he betrayed through that trust. He snapped
it like a twig. Phil was so kind and nice, I can't believe he did it. I almost was goingto hear his excuse, but I never would have looked at him the same again. I brushed my hand along the dirty roof, a tear wetting the dirt below. Why did he
do this. I shouldn't blame him. He probably has a good reason. But maybe he doesn't. And what would I do when I already knew I tried to commit suicide? I could never have lived with that. Neither would Phil. He can go marry the girl and have a child
with her, as long as I'm not in the way. I only make things worse. I'm just a screw up. People start to notice. Shouting, yelling, screaming. A few parents rush their kids into the store, covering their eyes. I take my time. Slowly inching my way
off the edge. Bit by bit. I know I can't be stopped now. The air feels good against my face.

It feels like I'm flying.

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