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“This is so boooring,” you exaggeratedly complained, your head falling back onto your bed frame in frustration.
"It's 20% of the grade,” Miguel reminded you.
"I knowww.”
"Come on, you can do it,” he affirmed, smiling as he rolled his eyes at your obvious drama. He went right back to quizzing you. “What does codominance mean?”
“Both… alleles are dominant?”
"Both alleles are recessive .”
“Then why’s it called co dominance ?” You ask, annoyed.
“Hey I’m not the inventor of genetics,” he laughed, putting his hands up in surrender.
“We’ve been at this for hours, my brain is totally fried at this point.”
“No it’s not. You know all this!”
"Well obviously I don’t."
Miguel nodded in disagreement. "You just need to find some motivation."
"Like what?"
"Like…" He looked up, trying to think of something, and you admittedly hoped maybe he’d suggest a break because holy shit you were not having fun right now, but his eyes lit up with an idea, his smile quickly turning into a mischievous grin, making you fairly confident whatever he’d just come up with was something way more complicated than a break.
"No,” you immediately deadpanned.
"What? I didn’t even say anything!"
“But you thought something. I'm not answering biology questions while I mix cement or some shit. Stop hanging out with my dad."
He let out a laugh at the memory you brought up. "Chill, I'm not gonna make you mix cement!”
"Then can’t we just take a break? Pleeeeease?”
“We can take a break when you can answer the questions! You can’t fail biology, it’s one of the only classes we have together!”
“That is so, so sweet babe, but I really don’t think anything will motivate me more than a break right now.”
"Come on, we’ve been studying this for hours, you know this! No two people have the same DNA, but there’s one exception. That is...?”
"Ugh, Fine. Shit. Uh, brothers?”
"Yeah!"
“Really?” You were genuinely surprised with yourself for getting that one right.
“I told you you knew this!”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I still don’t get the motivation part though,. I’m still very much bor-” he shut you right up by leaning over the various textbooks that laid on the bed between the two of you, pressing his lips to yours in a quick kiss.
He chuckled at your lack of reaction at the sudden action.
“What was that?”
“Your motivation.”
“Okay. Yeah. Cool.” It was not cool. In fact, maybe you felt like your brain was on the verge of short-circuiting, but what else could you say?
“Alright. Cloning results in two individuals that are…?”
“Uh… genetically identical?”
“No.”
“Shit. Well that was fun while it lasted. Alright loverboy, why don’t we just ditch the questions and make out?”
No luck. “Not yet. Cloning results in two individuals that are…?”
You let out an exaggerated groan at your failed attempt at ditching the quizzing, just to annoy him. “Genetically… genetically similar.”
“Yeah!” He celebrated before leaning in again, smiling into your lips as he kissed you for a little longer this time.
“I really don’t see how exactly this is supposed to help me focus.”
“Correlation.”
“What?”
“What does cloning result in?”
“You just asked me this.”
“What does it result in?”
“Two individuals who are genetically similar.”
“See? You remembered. When you’re taking the test your brain will correlate the answer to the questions with a memory. I’m just making it a nice memory,” he shrugged, as if what he’d just said was the most obvious statement to ever be said.
“ You are so weird ,” you smiled, staring at him for a second. God he was cute. You leaned in to kiss him again, but he didn’t let you, leaning away from you to ask you another question.
“What does a Punnet square show?”
“Are you kidding me? I can’t kiss my own boyfriend now? ”
“Not until you answer the question,” he grinned, proud of himself.
The questions went on and Miguel kept going with his so-called motivation. By the time you found yourself under him, Miguel seemed to be contempt with your amount of right answers, throwing the books out of the way to finally comply.
Yeah he was definitely pulling that correlation thing out of his ass but damn did this making out make you motivated. “This is like the best study session ever,” he stated as he pulled away to take a breath, smiling like an idiot.
“You are so fucking cheesy, dude,” you retorted, just to tease him.
He smiled that one smile of his, shaking his head before resuming to kissing you, careful not to put too much of his weight on you, which you thought was the cutest thing he could do in a moment like this. You didn’t particularly care about that, though, only pulling him closer to you by grabbing the collar of his shir-
“ Jesus kid can you please close your door? I don’t wanna come home to a porno.”
Miguel immediately scrambled to get up from atop of you, pulling himself out of the bed entirely, which, in retrospect, was a tiny little bit really funny.
“Oh my God. Dad! Get out, what the fuck?”
“Just keep the freakin’ door closed, Geez. And please don’t do anything while I’m here, that’s fucking weird.”
“Obviously I didn’t know you were coming back this soon!”
“You would know if you weren’t too busy swapping spit with with Diaz over here,” he motioned over to Miguel with his head, making you take a glance at him, who looked like he was trying really hard to develop the ability to become invisible, scratching the back of his neck and looking at the ceiling as if he hadn’t just been mentioned. “I sent you a message on that… text thing.”
“You sent me a text ?”
“Yeah, whatever you call it. I’m not a nerd .”
“Well sorry. Miguel’s going home anyway so.”
“I am?”
“Yes, you are.” There was no way he would be able to stay for much longer without hyperventilating.
“Yeah! Right! I am. Just just about to head out. Yup.”
“Okay. Whatever. Next time I’ll yell that I’m home so I don’t have to see… that ,” he motioned between you vaguely.
“There wasn’t even anything happening you baby! And I said I’m sorry!”
“What fucking ever!”
“Okay,” was all you managed to reply before he left, closing the bedroom door behind him. You were too embarrassed to say anything else.
“Okay. Uh,” Miguel started, but he didn’t know what to say either, mortified by the idea of his sensei catching him making out with his daughter.
“I don’t think he’s gonna be able to look us in the eye after this.”
“Good thing I only see him every single fucking day.”
“Oh my God,” you buried your face in your hands in embarrassment, trying to regain your composure.
“At- at least he’s okay with it! I thought he was gonna kill me for a moment there.”
“He likes you too much. He just gets really weird about this sort of thing.”
There was a knock on the door. “Are you decent?”
“We were never not decent!” You defended yourself. Johnny opened the door slowly, carefully scanning the room as to not see anything unsolicited. “Kid’s gotta go.”
“You’re aware I’m not a child, aren’t you?”
“Well duh. But I know the advice I gave him about this stuff before you two started… whatever this is, and I need to take everything back.”
“What?”
“Dad.”
“What? A Sensei can’t have a nice guy talk with his student?”
“Uh-” Miguel murmured, glancing at you nervously.
“I’ll be waiting by the door,” he shot Miguel a condescending smile before leaving.
“I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“You think there will be a tomorrow for me?” He joked.
“I don’t know. What ‘advice’ is he talking about?”
“Uh…” He scratched the back of his neck again, like he always did whenever he was uncomfortable.
“ Oh my fucking god . You did not get sex advice from my fucking dad,” you stated, in denial.
“It was before we even had anything!”
“Well I fucking hope so! It’s still fucking weird.”
“I know, I try not to think about it.” He paused. “You think he’s gonna kill me?”
“He’ll go easy on you.”
“I’m not sure.”
“He will!”
“ Promise ?”
You kissed him goodbye instead of answering. “ Good luck!”
And wouldn’t you know it? Your tests came back with a big red A- in the front page. You could definitely see yourself catching an interest for genetics. Maybe you did just need some motivation.
As long as you keep the door closed.