#Enzo Okeye

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Rules: post the last seven sentences of the last WIP you’ve worked on and tag seven more people to keep the challenge going!

Jonny quirked an eyebrow, but his cousin smirked before grabbing the plates and dumping them on the side near the dishwasher.

‘Come on, Enzo.’

‘Na, it’ll be a fun surprise.’

‘For who?’

Enzo was quiet for a moment before slipping his phone from his pocket. ‘For me. Good luck,’ he said, before his tone shifted and his phone was at his ear.

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Enneagram types

Billie Lore as The Protector: Strong, direct, seeks justice.

Gabriel ‘Gabe’ Laverna as The Perfectionist: Responsible, critical, self-judging

Jonah Francis as The Loyal Sceptic: Trust-worthy, fearful, problem solver.

Mathias 'Matt’ Francis as The Mediator: Peaceful, reliable, self-forgetting.

Sophia 'Phia’ Laverna as The Observer: Thoughtful, detached, self-sufficient.

Jonathan 'Jonny’ Okeye as The Romantic: Authentic, empathetic, expressive.

Vincenzo 'Enzo’ Okeye as The Performer: Goal orientated, impatient, image driven.

Ruby Lore as The Giver: Caring, prideful, warm.

Roberto 'Robbo’ Laverna as The Epicure: Upbeat, passionate, adventurous.

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Looking after a seventeen year old wasn’t exactly what Jonny thought he’d be doing with his life before he’d even hit his late thirties, but apparently life had had different plans for him. A whole new city, a new house, and a new job were all things that he had to contented with, all things he thought were pretty standard adult things to cope with. But trying to motivate his cousin to do his homework? That really wasn’t something he’d ever thought might be a necessity.

Enzo’s brow was furrowed. The maths homework was GCSE level, it was what he should have completed the year before but with everything that had happened, no one had expected his exams to go too well. And, of course, they hadn’t. Now, Enzo was left trying to pick up the pieces while his brain - apparently - wanted to focus on anything else. Maths had been the lesson he’d heard about the accident in, now there seemed to be a mental block there that no one could do anything about.

‘I don’t get it,’ he sighed, dropping the pen on the table for the fourth time in about five minutes. He leant back, and Jonny instinctively gripped the chair to stop his cousin from rocking on the back legs.

‘Break it down,’ said Jonny, glancing briefly at the question. It was too wordy for his liking. ‘What about this?’ He ran his finger along the two sentences of the question. ‘What does it tell you?’

Enzo arched an eyebrow but gave a dismissive shrug before glancing to the question. ‘Eight batteries last for five hours, and cost £3.60.’

Jonny tapped the page. ‘So, write it down.’

Enzo shook his head, a small smirk on his face as he did just that. Then, without asking he wrote down what he’d gleaned from the rest of the question. His lips pursed in a pensive little pout, his attention skimming over the information he’d written.

And Jonny just waited, not wanting to break the concentration, not wanting to ruin the moment because his cousin finally looked as though he were doing it. Finally, he wasn’t thinking about the horrible things, and instead he was trying to make sense of the numbers that had come from the information.

‘B is better,’ said Enzo, and Jonny quickly flicked through the answer booklet.

‘That’s what I’m talking about!’ cheered Jonny, slapping the paper on the table in his excitement.

Enzo’s grin was wide enough to light the room, and Jonny felt his own heart lifting. Maybe things were looking up after all. Maybe, this would be the resit that allowed Enzo to put Maths lessons behind him once and for all.

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‘What’s up?’ Jonny asked, placing a hand on Enzo’s shoulder and giving it a squeeze. His cousin was sitting at the dining room table, papers strewn all over the thing so it was barely visible beneath the work. A cup of half-finished coffee sat on the far side, long since forgotten.

‘I hate homework,’ grumbled Enzo, wiping a weary hand over his face. ‘When does it end?’

‘When you leave school… Actually, scratch that, overtime’s a killer too.’

Enzo groaned, slumped forwards so his head hit the table.

Jonny gave his shoulder another squeeze before slipping into the seat beside him. ‘C’mon, what’ve you got tonight?’

He might not have necessarily known what it was Enzo was studying, but he was determined to do his best to help him with it.