I don't own Bones. Now I know this isn't as long as my last few chapters but things are starting to get busy again and I might not be posting as frequently as before.

Tutoring

"Good to see you," Lance said as he shook Seeley Booth's hand. Lance opened up his door and let the star athlete in. He took off his shoes and hung his coat on the coatrack and followed Lance to the living room. In order to make some extra cash Lance created his own tutoring business. So far it was Seeley Booth and two eighth graders from Jefferson. For five dollars an hour Lance would tutor someone in whatever subject they needed help with. Today it was math.

"Listen kid just show me what to do so I won't flunk out of pre-calc," Seeley said as he made himself comfortable on the couch. Lance sat down on his dad's recliner and opened up the textbook. He cleared his throat and said, "So Seeley."

"Booth. Call me Booth," he interrupted.

"Sorry. Booth, what exactly is it you need help with?" Lance asked.

"Vectors and matrices," Booth said.

"Okay now what chapters are they on?" asked Lance.

"Three and four," Booth answered in a bored tone. It was painfully obvious to Lance that he did not want to be here. Lance skimmed the pages and picked out two problems for him to show Booth. After carefully writing them down he leaned over to show Booth what he had written to explain them. Now Booth was paying attention. When it seemed like Booth was starting to understand, the phone rang and Lance jumped, dropping the paper.

"I got it!" Lance's mother yelled from upstairs. She must have picked it up because the ringing soon stopped.

"So do you understand them?" Lance asked. Booth furrowed his brow and said, "Probably."

"Well I uh, um. How 'bout I pull some more problems from the book and you'll work on them?" Lance asked.

"Fine," Booth replied, he was bored again.

"Lance honey! It's for you!" his mother yelled.

"Honey?" Booth smirked.

"Do five through eight and I'll be right back," Lance said as he could feel himself blushing as he rushed over to the phone in the kitchen.

"Hello?" he said.

"Hey Lance," Allie said.

"I'm hanging up now kids. Lance after your done tutoring we have to go shopping for a new winter coat for you. You grew out of your old one," Lance's mother said.

"So you had a growth spurt," Allie said after a pause.

"Yeah. Over the summer," Lance answered.

"What'cha doing?" she asked.

"Tutoring," Lance answered.

"Sounds like fun. What idiot are you tutoring? Is it a girl? Is she hotter than me because there is no way in hell that that is possible," Allie said confidently.

"No, he's cool. I'm tutoring him in pre-calculus," Lance said.

"Wait are you tutoring a senior or a junior? Can he drive? Does he have a car? Is it a cool car? Tell me," Allie demanded.

"A senior and he drives but I don't know what kind of car," Lance responded. He felt a little guilty telling her about Booth but he didn't say his name so that's good right?

"Is he hot?" Allie asked.

"I don't know," Lance said. How was he supposed to know? He was starting to think that answering was a bad idea.

"What are you wearing?" Allie asked.

"Jeans and a T-shirt. Why? Do you want to go to the skate park later or something?" Lance asked.

"What kind of underwear are you wearing?" Allie asked in a weird voice.

"Excuse me?" Lance said. Did she just ask what he thought she asked?

"You heard me. If you tell me yours I'll tell you mine," Allie asked with that same weird voice.

"I gotta go," Lance said.

"Hey do you mind if I get a drink?" asked Booth. Lance jumped. How did he manage to sneak up on him? He was like a freaking panther.

"Sure we have water, milk, lemonade, soda, orange juice," Lance rattled them off.

"I'll just have some soda," Booth said as he opened the fridge and took out a Coke.

"Is that Seeley Booth's voice? Please tell me that you have Seeley Booth in your house? Let me talk to him," Allie demanded.

"It's not Allie. I gotta go. Bye," Lance said quickly as he could and slammed the phone down on the receiver.

"Jeez. Who was that kid? Want a Coke?" asked Booth.

"Water please. It was just a friend," Lance answered.

"If it was just a friend then why is your face as red as a baboon's butt?" Booth teased as he handed him a glass. He gulped it down.

"She asking weird questions. Personal ones you know," Lance answered, not looking him in the eyes.

"Seems like you either have an admirer or a stalker," Booth said.

"Whatever let's see what you answered," Lance said. They were right so it seemed he was getting the explanations after all. Good.

"Just don't hurt her," Booth said. Lance knew what he was referring to and said, "I won't I just don't feel like talking about it."

"Fine by me. See you next Wednesday kid," Booth said as he pushed the five dollar bill into his hand and waltzed out of the door.

"See ya," Lance grumbled as he marched up to his room and flopped on the bed. This was one of the reasons why he took psychology, to understand what the hell is going on in a person's mind, and so far the mind was winning. Hopefully not for long.