She sat back, writing faster than what was probably considered normal. She muttered the sentences under her breath, writing what she spoke.
Ryan admired her work ethic, he purposefully gave her English, he knew she'd enjoy it more and maybe it would relieve some stress.
She paused, working her fingers to avoid the cramping. "This is what I get for always writing in cursive."
(Brb. Food.)
Lillian looked up at an unreadable emotion in her eyes, "I do too."
"I need you to know you're safe here, no matter what time of year or what time of day I would keep you safe at any cost. You are going to have a good December but that as well is a two-way street. Happiness is a conscious effort sometimes,"
Lillian moved closer and hugged his sweaty ass. She murmured, "Thank you. I'll try, no promises though."
She paused, working her fingers to avoid the cramping. "This is what I get for always writing in cursive."
"Be more ambidextrous," he said quietly.
Lillian moved closer and hugged his sweaty ass. She murmured, "Thank you. I'll try, no promises though."
He wrapped an arm around her, "I'm all gross," he laughed, "Don't hug the gross guy,"
"I'll hug my boyfriend all I want. Thank you very much."
"You say that like it's easy." She smiled a little, going back to her work.
"I'll hug my boyfriend all I want. Thank you very much."
"That's okay," He grabbed her and pulled her on top of him, "I love hugs,"
"You say that like it's easy." She smiled a little, going back to her work.
"Not with that attitude,"
She rolled her eyes, placing the finished paper down onto the small stack with the rest of the finished English papers.
"Hey, Belle, I'm done," He looked over at her, "What shall I do now with my life?"
"Well if you want you can try your hand at the Italian papers cause Lord knows that'd take me forever. Or you can just watch me work. I'm fine with either one."
"Well if you want you can try your hand at the Italian papers cause Lord knows that'd take me forever. Or you can just watch me work. I'm fine with either one."
"Well, Italian is easy for me being a fluent Italian man literally from the country," He laughed, "Or I can do not something that makes complete sense for me to do…"
She smiled, not looking up from her work. "You decide. I'm still working."
"You must be working, you didn't laugh," He picked up the other notebook and got to work on her Italian papers.
She couldn't help but giggle. "There. That better for you my little complainer?"
"That didn't even felt forced. Can't tell if you were acting or laughing…"
She finally looked up from her papers to look at him. "I swear child. And just so you know, it was real."
"Love you," He grinned, not taking his eyes off the paper for a moment.
She rolled her eyes with a smile. "Love you too." She turned back to her papers, finally finishing her English work. "Finally. All that's left is History."
"Good work, mental high five,"
"Yeah, small problem. You have the papers. I put Italian and History in the same folder."
"Sorry," He took the Italian out completely and gave her the folder.
"Thanks love." She smiled, turning her attention to the papers.
"Mmhmm," He continued with his work, being actually from Italy and fluent in his language, this was nothing.
She was a bit of a genius when it came to history so this was pretty simple.
"Sei ubriaco?" he said under his breath to no on in specific.
"Ubriaco? No? Almeno, io non la penso così." She shrugged, speeding through the papers.