Dirty deals

"On the end of the bed?" suggested Philip, curling his legs up to his chest.

Maggie nodded. "O-okay..."

"So - uh, why did you, you know, come to my room?"

"Oh!" Maggie blushed. "I was wondering if I could look at your maths book..."

"Sure," Philip said, blushing and grabbing his maths book from the pile of books on his bedside table.

"Thanks...I need to catch up on some stuff..." Maggie muttered, clipping her hair behind her ear.

Philip managed a shy smile.

"No problem..."

"Thanks..." Maggie blushed. "And you can tell my brother to stop pretending to be asleep."

"Mikey, you heard that," Philip said, throwing a textbook at him.

Maggie giggled.

Michael frowned.

Philip was happy he had made Mahhie laugh.

MIchael sat up.

Maggie looked down at the book.

"Are you okay now, Maggie?" Philip asked shyly, making sur enot to stammer. "Like, not, you know, sneezing..."

Maggie nodded and smiled. "Yes thanks."

"Good," Philip said, and smiled.

"I took an allergy tablet," Maggie said softly, jotting things down as she went through his book.

"That's, uh, sensible," Philip smiled.

Maggie nodded. "I didn't want to sneeze all over you again."

Michael snorted.

"Well, thank you, i guess, for the uh... sentiment."

Maggie glared at Michael before blushing at Philip and nodding, looking back down at the work.

Philip felt his tummy flip over a couple of times.

Maggie frowned at his writing. "What does that say?"

Philip leaned over her shoulder.

"Uh, that's Pythagaros's theory."

"What's that?"

"A squared times B squared equals C squared. Right-angle triangles."