"So what do you need?" Skye asked, plopping down on the bed next to Taylor.
"I need some help on that calc stuff that's due Monday," he said.
"Taylor, you know that's my worst class."
"Better than me."
"You miss home school?" Skye asked, taking his pencil and scratching through one of his problems. "Wrong formula. This is the right one..."
"More than you can ever know," Taylor replied. "Thanks."
"Hey at least now you can come to the dances and stuff like that," she said, leaning back to examine his work.
"How come you never go to any of the dances, Skye?" Taylor asked, looking up at her briefly.
"Because I'm always over here," she laughed.
"Oh, you saying you don't want to come over here anymore?" Taylor asked.
"Must you over analyze everything?" Skye said.
"I think so it's my nature. I have no control over this," he said, shaking his head.
"Taylor, Skye, it's lights out!" Mrs. Hanson screamed down the hall.
She reached the doorway. "Skye, I put your covers and pillow down on the couch."
"Thanks, Mrs. H," Skye replied.
"You're welcome, honey."
