here we go! sequel. enjoy. i can't put + and = in the title, so i just used to subtitle(twoplustwoisfive) from the COM LAG ep. just in case any of you reading are actually radiohead fans and notice.

2+2=5. (The Lukewarm.)

Anthony sighed, "What class do you have next, baby?"

Kalel looked over at him, "English."

"No way." Anthony smiled, "Me too."

Anthony and Kalel had been together for the past year, and he hadn't told either of his parents about her, nor had he told her that he had two dads. He was worried about what she would think of them, and what they would think of her. Anthony knew exactly why he was at this school for students who needed help. He knew exactly why Toby and Felix were here too, but he could not, for the life of him, figure out why Kalel was there.

To him, she was so perfect. He couldn't find anything wrong with her, so why was she even at this hell hole? Toby was easy; he had a severe case of OCD. Felix was a slight pyromaniac.

"I also have the same teacher after that for work study right after. I hope he's not a creep."

"I bet he'll be fine." He laughed, taking her hand and walking to the classroom.

To his surprise, there was no teacher. Anthony was honestly really shocked; the teachers here were always in the room. He couldn't remember the teacher's last name, and he had lost his schedule and had to use the paper one he made with only the classes and room numbers.

He sat down next to Kalel in the back. She wanted to sit right by the desk so she didn't have to move, and Anthony was cool with that. At least he wouldn't be right under his nose considering most teachers taught from the front of the room.

Anthony was even more surprised that the bell rang and the teacher wasn't there.

When he saw him, all the surprise and shock was washed away from that and put in a new area.

"Hey, class." A man hurried in, "Sorry I'm late. Important phone call."

He stood at the front of the room.

Anthony looked up at him and his jaw dropped.

"Ah. I see we have the infamous Mr. Anthony Padilla in this class." Anthony's father grinned, "It's a pleasure to meet you again."

"David?"

"That's Mr. Moss to you." He pointed at him, earning laughter.

Anthony rolled his eyes, "At least I'm not calling you-"

"Alright. That's enough chatting for one class. Let's start working."

Anthony couldn't believe that his father-to-be was his teacher.

"Now, everyone. Two plus two equals five. That's the new rule." He nodded, "Mr. Padilla, what is two plus two?"

Anthony, who had zoned out, snapped his head up, "Could you repeat the question?"

"Two plus two."

"This is English, not Math, but two plus two is four."

"You're not there paying attention." He frowned, "The rule is: two and two always makes a five."

"What?"

"Just go with it, okay?" David crossed his arms, "I said that it equals five, so it equals five."

"And who are you to say that?" Anthony leaned forward, knowing exactly where this was going.

"I am the authority figure in this room. What I say goes."

"Why?"

David put his hands on Anthony's desk and leaned closer to him, "Because I said so."

"Would this happen to have anything to do with George Orwell?" Anthony smirked.

He frowned and went back to the front of the classroom, "Anthony is on the right track. I said that is because we are going to be starting our new book tomorrow." David grabbed a stack of books, "Felix? Toby? Give me a hand, please."

The two boys got up and passed the books around. Toby had a smirk on his face as he watched David.

"Now, this is an extremely famous book by George Orwell. It is about how, in 1984, we would've had a completely different society. While we are currently much further along than the year 1984, it is still a very common topic today, and it will really make you think."

Anthony looked at his book. On the cover was a single blue iris. Another reason for David to pick this book. The longer Anthony stared at it, the more he thought of his father judging him, telling him that he was forced to attend this school, telling him that he had to go here to stay out of juvy.

"Will I get bonus points if I've already read the book?" Felix asked.

David grinned, "Sadly, no, Mr..." He looked at the roster, "Yeah I'm not even going to try to pronounce that."

Felix smiled, "You can just call me Felix. I don't mind."

David nodded, "That will be easier."

Anthony sat up straight, "Will I get bonus points if I read the book in one night?"

"No." He gave him a look that sent the rest of the class in hysterics.

"He probably won't even read the book." Someone in the front row said loudly, "He has no mom to bother him about homework, and if his dad cared, he'd use the money from his show to buy his way out of jail and he wouldn't have to be here."

David frowned. Anthony was visibly upset.

"Now, you don't know that's true. I'm sure Anthony's father is a great man."

"I heard he's always working."

Anthony looked up and saw David silently agreeing to that. He knew how much David hated it when Ian worked himself too hard. Once Smosh had ended after five years, Ian became a permanent writer for a live sketch comedy show on the same channel. Sometimes, he spent all night working on a single skit. Both Anthony and David felt like they weren't being paid attention to when that happened.

"Just read your books. The first chapter needs to be read and annotated by tomorrow."

There were a few groans from some students.

Anthony rolled his eyes. Reading was easy enough. Annotating made it more painful, but it wasn't as awful as everyone thought. In fact, he found it easier to contain his thoughts when he wrote them down.

With a few minutes until the end of class, David told everyone to just talk. He began scribbling a few things down randomly.

When class ended, Anthony walked up to him, "Hey, can we talk for a second?"

"Sure thing." David looked over at Kalel, "Could you go be a doll and grab me a coffee from the teacher's lounge? I need to speak with Anthony privately for a few minutes."

She nodded and waved goodbye to Anthony.

"What did you want to say, Little Man?"

"I'm almost taller than you are, David." Anthony frowned, "Little Man doesn't exactly fit me anymore."

He shrugged, "So, what did you want to talk about?"

"Our relationship."

"Okay." David laced his fingers together, "Shoot."

"Here's how it should be." He held his fist up, "You and Ian. You're my dad's boyfriend." He held up two fingers, "You and me. You're my father now." He put his other two fingers up, "Here's the problem." He stuck his thumb out, "You're also my teacher."

"And?" He smiled, clearly just wanting Anthony to be embarrassed.

"I was perfectly happy with those two relationships." Antony sighed, "I don't need that extra awkward fifth thing."

David nodded, "I'm sorry, Anthony. I didn't realize that you were in my class. I don't pick the students, they were just assigned to me."

"But I'm in honors, shouldn't you have some say?"

"Well, the last teacher quit on such short notice that I had to join immediately. He had already picked the students."

"Can you write me a note so I can get to my next class late?"

He looked up at him, "No."

"Why not?"

"You don't have a class next. You have a free period. You would just use that to get into another class late, wouldn't you?"

"How do you know I don't have a class next?"

"Your father told me."

"Dammit."

"Watch your mouth."

He rolled his eyes, "Look, as much as I'd love to stay and talk, I need to go work on some homework."

"It's the first day of class. What teacher would assign homework?" David frowned.

"You did."

"I gave you a sufficient about of time to finish it in class."

"Fine, all my other teachers gave me homework."

David let out a low whistle, "Wow. Lame."

"Alright, I'll catch you later, Mr. Moss." He leaned in close, "I've had a hard day, maybe someone should make some chicken parm tonight."

David chuckled, "I'll see what I can do. Maybe someone should buy the materials to make it."

He noticed David playing with some keys in his hand. Anthony saw that they were his own car keys. He couldn't leave school early; he'd have to wait for David. He tried not to smirk as David set them down to look behind him at the clock.

Anthony nodded, "Can you write me a pass to leave school early?"

"Nice try, Ant. Ian already told the school that you could leave after seventh period if you wanted because you have eighth free."

"I'll see you tonight." Anthony rolled his eyes, "By the way, Dad's upset that you won't be home until late due to this teaching job."

"I'm going to go home at four. Tell him that." He smiled, "I need to have enough time to make chicken parm."

"You're the best." Anthony grinned.

"Yeah, I know." David smiled, then shooed Anthony away.

"I'm back with the coffee." Kalel walked in as Anthony left.

Anthony admired the keys in his hands. He admired his clever thievery. He knew he shouldn't. He knew it was bad.

Anthony Padilla was a raging kleptomaniac.

"Ah, yes." David smiled at his work study, "Thank you. Have a seat."

Kalel sat down.

He looked at his desk, "He took my keys."

"Excuse me?"

"He took my god damn keys." David muttered.

She frowned, straightening her posture, "What should I work on first?"

David leaned back in his chair, "Nothing."

"Nothing?" Kalel looked surprised.

"It's the first day, I have nothing to work on. If you'd like, we can just get to know each other better."

"Are you hitting on me?" Kalel seemed to become very worried.

David laughed, grabbed the coffee cup, "Absolutely not. Trust me. If I was, you'd know."

"A lot of teachers do-"

"Well, a lot of teachers like younger girls so..." He shrugged, "Fuck."

Kalel looked surprised that he had said that word, "So you...aren't interested in me?"

"No. Of course not." He shook his head, "I'm not interested in young women."

"No?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Not women your age at least." He frowned.

She didn't look convinced.

He tried to cover it up, "Maybe women of other-"

"You're married, and you're hitting on me." Kalel crossed her arms.

David looked down at his hand, "That's an engagement ring."

"She proposed to you."

"No, actually-" He paused "Yeah. That."

"It's not a she, is it?"

"What do you mean?" David looked down at the ring, trying not to smile.

"A guy proposed to you, didn't he?"

He sighed and leaned forward, "You can't tell the administration they'll have me kicked out of here."

"I won't." Kalel smiled, "It'll be out little secret."

David grinned and put his hands behind his head, "I can tell that I got a good work study."

"Which just means that you'll have to keep a secret of mine."

"Look, Kalel, is it?" He shook his head, "This kind of student-teacher relationship isn't really encouraged."

She nodded, "Which is why this is so great."

He frowned, "So, you want to go against what the system says?"

"Hey. Two and two is four. I don't care what the system says." She had a smirk on her face.

David squinted, trying to tell if she was being serious or not, "Alright. We can be 'friends' if you really want."

After a month of teaching, David agreed to his first student-teacher grade deal.

Kalel smiled, "I need you to do me a favor."

"Okay..." He leaned back in his chair, "What do you want?"

"I want to change my hair."

"Your hair looks fine, Kalel." He said, "In fact, I think it's a really pretty color."

"I want it to be teal with purple streaks."

David nearly choked on his coffee, "What?"

"I want to dye my hair."

"I got that part."

"What about this? If I make a one hundred on the next test, you have to go with me and act as my guardian to get my hair dyed."

David smiled, "Deal."

Kalel held out her hand. David shook it.

A week later, David found himself awkwardly sitting by himself in the hair salon, drinking water that had once probably been room temperature, but was now warm and gross. He didn't know he'd be here multiple times, drinking the same disgusting water.