A/N
Above is the 'doodle' that Jack made (aka me).

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"How did you just write so much about one paragraph? Are you a genius?" I stick my finger into Mikhail's ear.

"Stop that! You know, it would go faster if you were helping. Actually, you should be doing this by yourself!"

"You said you wanted to help me. And you are!"

"By letting you laze around on my bed while I slave away on your homework."

"Yes, well done. You're finally learning." I smirk.

"I give up with you." He turns back to my homework and starts vigorously writing down who knows what.

He seems oddly reluctant to make me feel frustrated. Almost like he ... loves me ... Nah. Who would love someone like me? There are only rapists, Jack, rapists I tell you.

But maybe I can test to see if this could be a possibility. Highly unlikely.

I had changed into his sister's shorts, his were too big for me, because it was getting hot. I mean the weather.

And now that my bare legs are showing their long thickness, they're not actually thick but they aren't sticks either - a decent balance, Mikhail has been giving them glances every once in a while when he looks up from my homework from on the ground, leaning against the side of the bed, into the mirror on the other side of the room.

Even my butt got the looks but he didn't say anything about it, even when the shorts road up a little too high.

With this in mind, I act out my plan. I sit up and slide to the edge of the bed where Mikhail is sitting. I drop my legs on either side of him and place my hands on his shoulders. I lean over his head and peek at the paper he's doing my homework on.

"What are you doing?" he asks. His back straightens and his shoulders tense under my touch.

"Seeing what you've done." I grab the paper and bring it back with me onto the bed.

I tried to read the first sentence but Mikhail's expression was distracting me.

"What?" I ask.

"Just let me finish it so you can get home. It's getting late."

"Why?"

"What do you mean? You have to go home," he frowns.

"Do you want me to go home?" I grin.

He stands up and tries to grab for the paper but I hold it away from him. He grasps for it again but falls to his knees when I hooked my feet behind his knees.

"Mikhail. Why have your eyes been following me?"

His face is currently a few centimetres from my crotch but I don't back down from embarrassment.

"You have the paper."

"Not now. I mean before. I didn't notice you in my classes yet you noticed me. Is there a reason?"

"I sit behind you and you sit in front of me. Of course you wouldn't notice."

"Wrong. I would have noticed a hot tea like you in my class. Why are you lying? The person who sits behind me is an emo girl."

Mikhail freezes. It's so obvious that he's been lying but now I really want to know why.

"You want to know why?"

"Yes." I start to get a bit weary of him.

He looks up and grabs my hair, bringing my head down so my lips would crash into his roughly.

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"Jackie! Come on, you can do it! Put some muscle in it!"

"I can't! It's too strong, dad!" I cry.

"Do you want me to help you?"

"No! You're just gonna do everything again! I want to be able to be a hero for once!"

"You are a hero, Jackie. You always will be."

My dad hugged me every time I lost a fish. He kept his promise and never helped me even when it was too much for me. He kept his word. But I didn't notice that by letting him help me, I could've saved him.

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"Jackie! Wake up! You have to get to school!" My dad calls up to my room from the kitchen.

I jump out to scare him from behind the corner where I was waiting for him to come into the kitchen.

"You scared me!" he laughs and picks me up into his arms then swings me around with a big smile on his face.

"I want waffles and ice cream!" I declare.

"Ice cream is for dessert and there's not enough time for waffles. I'll make some for you tomorrow."

"But I want them now!"

"How about an apple? Red and juicy, just the way you like."

"I want sugar!"

"It's natural sugar. The good kind."

"No! I want to get high off sugar." I cross my arms unhappily and pop out my bottom lip that matches my frown.

"What?" my dad laughs.

"Pow pow! I'll be able to fly and save people!" I pump my fist into the air while jumping.

"You are one crazy kid." My dad ruffles my head.

"I'm your crazy kid so that makes you crazy too!"

"You're quite right."

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Space Man

I always wanted you to go into space, man!

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There's a fire between us, so where is your god?

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The sickening taste

Homophobic jokes

Images of fascist votes

Beam me up, 'cause I can't breathe!

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"Jackie. I've been watching you."

"Why?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

I shake my head.

"It's because it's you, Jackie. It's always been you."

"You're scaring me."

"Jackie, wake up."

"Don't come near me."

"Wake up, Jack!"

"I can't see you!"

"Space Boy!"

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"It's Space Man!" I shout with my eyes still closed.

"Jackie?"

I look to my right and see Mikhail kneeling beside the bed, concern covering his exotic features.

"Was I asleep?"

"You looked like you were having a nightmare."

"When did I fall asleep?" I sit up and rub my eyes tiredly.

"After I told you to stop poking me in the ear. It's already five. Shouldn't you be getting home now?"

"Is my homework done?" I ask.

He sighs and hands me a pile of notes. "I didn't do your homework. I was making the sources easier to understand so you can write the essay yourself."

"It would've been easier just to have done my homework," I grumble.

"It's for your benefit."

"Whatever. But thanks. For caring, that is." I smile to myself, happy that after all the crazy things that have happened to me so far, he doesn't seem one bit of crazy.

Yet.