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Elenore desperately wanted to lie down; her back was hurting from her current position, it had been for some time.

It also didn't help that she had a bony ass and the table beneath her was rock solid.

There were two problems that she was faced with however.

She could lie down with her head closest to Andrew. But that meant Bender would get a closer look at her chest. He'd looked at it so often since he had sat at her table she thought he probably knew every mole dotting her skin off by heart.

Or she could lie down with her legs in front of Bender.

This seemed like the better option. And she would have picked it.

If it weren't for the fact that her head would be hanging off the table, thanks to the curve it ended in.

Who has tables like that in a library anyway, she thought to herself.

Instead, she opted for just sitting back down on her chair.

She didn't want to give Bender the satisfaction of knowing that he was bothering her, so of course she took the middle seat.

He smirked a little to himself as she made herself comfortable.

He could tell he was having some sort of effect on her. She hadn't been turning the pages as often as she had been earlier and her face had become flushed every time he had glanced at her.

When she had finally stopped fidgeting, and was comfy enough to start reading again, he pulled her chair closer, draping his arm round her shoulder when he was satisfied she was close enough.

She didn't say anything. But she tensed up at the contact between them.

It wasn't long after that the door opened.

Elenore, too busy reading while Bender twirled some of her hair round his finger, didn't even notice.

Although she did hear the music that accompanied whoever was entering, and her foot started to tap along to the beat.

She had heard that music somewhere before.

"Brian, how you doing?" The newcomer asked as he emptied the bin.

"Your Dad work here?" Bender asked now after a quiet pause that was only filled by the music, causing Elenore to look up from her page.

She turned back to look at Brian, noticing he looked a little embarrassed at being addressed by the janitor.

But Elenore had never cared what people thought of her.

As he walked back out of the office, she spoke.

"Hey Carl." She gave him her brightest smile.

"Hey Ellie." He looked at her a little confused. "What are you doing here?"

Bender had finally learned her name.

She shrugged before answering. "Oh, you know, just chilling, planning to take over the world. The usual."

"Seriously." He said with a cheeky grin.

"It's a long story." Her smile had vanished.

"Tell me later?" She nodded. "How's your Mom?" He asked.

She flicked her eyes back to her book.

"Who knows? Who cares?" She responded with another shrug.

"Elenore, she's your mother." He said with a small sigh.

She dog eared her page and gently closed the book. Placing it on the table in front of her. She crossed her arms over her chest, tucking a leg under the other, knocking the foot Bender had on her chair in the process. She muttered a quick apology to him before giving Carl her most serious expression.

"She's your sister."

"I don't see her as often as you do."

"What makes you think I see her at all?"

"She hasn't visited?" Now he really sounded confused.

Elenore simply shook her head and opened her book back up again.

"Oh and Gran says your to come over for dinner tomorrow night."

"But I got a date with Lisa."

"Not anymore you don't." She scoffed.

"But-"

"There is no way Gran is going to let you off having dinner with us and you know it. Just bring Lisa, they get along right?"

Carl nodded.

"So what's the problem? And besides," She leaned forward, "I'm not eating anymore leftover meatloaf by myself."

"Doesn't sound much like I have a choice."

"That's 'cause you don't."

The pair shared another cheeky grin before Bender spoke up.

"Uh, Carl?"

He only now noticed how close Elenore was to Bender. He flicked his gaze between the two of them, silently asking what was going on. She only shrugged again.

"What?" He asked Bender now giving the boy his full attention.

"Can I ask you a question?" He didn't sound like he was being serious.

"Sure..."

"How does one become a janitor?" That question however, did sound serious. Carl shot his niece a quick smirk.

"You wanna be a janitor?"

"No, I just wanna know how one becomes a janitor because Andrew here," The boy in question turned his head towards Bender with a look of slight panic in his eye, "Is very interested in pursuing a career in the custodial arts..."

Carl, who was now leaning against the railing shared an unamused glance with Elenore.

"Oh, really?" He paused. "You guys think I'm just some untouchable peasant? Serf, Peon? You know? Maybe so, but following a broom around after shitheads like you for the last eight years I've learned a couple of things..." Elenore once again was smiling at the man at the front of the room. She knew what was coming. She had heard many times about the stuff he had found in students lockers. "I look through your letters, I look through your lockers..." He jingled his keys as Benders head shot up, suddenly distracted from the view he had of Elenore's legs at the word lockers. "I listen to your conversations, you don't know that but I do... I am the eyes and ears of this institution my friends."

The two teenagers seated next to each other were busy smiling with Carl. He had managed to silence everybody else. Something Elenore thought was impossible in the Princesses case.

Carl cast a glance at his watch, and turned to wink at his niece.

"By the way, that clock's twenty minutes fast."

The only two to not glance back at the clock were Elenore and Bender.

She had known for a long time it had been fast. And she wouldn't put it past Bender to have been the one to change it.

"Shit." She heard Brian mumble from behind her.

Her idea from earlier sprang back into her thoughts and before she could change her mind, she put her plan into action. She turned round to face Brain and tilted her chair back a little.

"So Brian." He looked up from his watch. "You say your in the math club?" He nodded turning a little pink.

"Do you think you could help me? It's just that I suck at math and my teacher likes to let everyone know."

"Who's your teacher?" He asked her.

"Mister Tearney." She answered. She hated that man. And the way he treated her made her think that he hated her too. But she couldn't think why. She had never done anything to him to make him treat her that way.

"Oh." Brian said as if he understood. "Well, do you have any homework with you that you need help on? I could explain it to you, make sure you get it right?"

"I'll have to check." She answered as her chair landed back on four legs again. She reached for her bag and unzipped the pocket that she kept all her paper in.

Whilst Bender read the back of her book, she searched through the mountain of paper she had kept in her bag.

Her Gran had fondly named that bag the Mary Poppins bag, as there was always so much junk in it, but it never looked like much.

She found old notes that she and Allison had written to each other in classes, a letter to her PE teacher why she wouldn't be taking part in that days lesson, (dated four months ago) and a whole page dedicated to words she wasn't sure how to spell.

Finally she came across an old piece of paper that she recognised as math. She had of course failed it and was supposed to get it signed by her Gran, but it had got lost in the sea of disorganisation that was her bag.

It was badly crumpled and could do with ironing. But she didn't think Brian would mind.

She turned back around as Bender started to drum her pencil against the table, her book back in it's original position ready for when she got bored of homework.

As Brian began to explain to her how to do the work correctly, making up examples as he went, Elenore was finally understanding math.

And all it took was someone who didn't patronise her.

A snapping broke her and Brian out of their math mode, and they turned to face Bender who now held the broken pieces of her pencil in both hands.

"Ooops." He simply said, But started drumming with both halves instead of just the one, head banging a little as he did so.

In no time at all, Elenore had finished the work and Brian had made up some more for her to try out on her own.


"You can forge signatures?" Bender asked her as she did just that on the old piece of homework.

She was surprised that he hadn't got bored and moved away.

"Only my Gran's. Been able to do it since I was ten." She turned back round so Brian could mark the work he had set her.

He only had to explain one problem she had got wrong.

"Thanks Brian." She beamed at him. He turned an even darker shade of pink.

"No problem. If you need help during the week, you can always, come and find me." He offered in a mumble.

"I think I might just do that." She beamed at him again and turned back round to start reading again. But Bender caught her eye.

"What?" She asked still smiling.

"Nothing." He answered sending her a smile back.

He started playing with her hair again when she started reading.

But she wasn't reading.

Instead, she was trying to ignore the butterflies that had overcome her when Bender had smiled at her.


Sincerely Yours,

A Fanfiction Writer.