And They Were Housemates ✓

Chapter XLIII | What is a Lester?

Bexon woke up to an anxious Max. The blond rushed up and out of his own bed only to nearly trip on the rug in the middle of the room. Apparently, Max had gotten a call the night before that his dad was visiting and that Max was meant to go pick him up from the airport at four that afternoon.

Max did not seem as anxious about it as he did last night, but the blond was clearly rushing around as if he forgot to take his ADHD medication—which also might have happened knowing Max.

"So he just randomly called you and said that?" Bexon clarified again.

Max nodded exasperated. "I know I should be happy to see him again—and I am—but he's just—" Max let himself trail off, pausing for a moment before he thought of the right way to word what he was about to say. "—dramatic and a lot of work to keep up with."

"Hey, I'm sure it will be fine," Bexon tried to comfort him. "How bad can one person be?"

Max sat on the edge of his bed, Bexon reaching over for his boyfriend's hand. Max let him take it, sighing at the statement all the while trying to calm down a little.

"He is no longer allowed in Canada. He is actually banned from a whole country—and that was just after one day—and it isn't even the only one," Max explains.

Bexon did admit if that was all true and not just Max's panicked bullshit, the man might be more work than Bexon had originally anticipated. However, he didn't let on to Max, the man was already worried.

Max had seen the shitshow of Bexon's father and had somehow managed to talk to the bitch-faced man so Bexon planned to do the same. It shouldn't have been a big thing, he would be there to help if Max's dad got out of control or something.

"Maxwell, it will be fine." Bexon traced along his boyfriend's hand much like the blond did to him when he was feeling upset. "He's your dad so he is bound to be a little dramatic."

"Ha-ha," Max murmured sarcastically.

Bexon sat up and gave him a quick kiss before getting out of bed. As soon as his feet hit the floor Max was pulling him back in by the waist and kissing him much rougher than before. Bexon knew he was going to be late if he didn't pull away, but he couldn't help but sink into his boyfriend some more.

Reluctantly he pulled back, looking the blond over. "It will be okay, we live with Hadley. She is enough of an example of someone who would be banned from a country and not just because she is genderfluid or pansexual."

Max chuckled a bit at that. "You're right, we kept Hadley from going to jail this long so it should be fine. Wait, where is Hadley?"

"I don't know, just make sure to answer any collect calls," Bexon kissed him quickly before going to get ready.

Today was one of the few he would be going to work during the day and not in the middle of the night. It only made him think how nice but also nostalgic it will be when he quit working there. It was ironically like a second home to him as creepy as it sounded. He had spent more time there as a teenager than he did at home.

It wasn't a bad job or anything and before school, he thought about just doing that. Staying and working there wasn't a horrible thought, he didn't dislike it. However, Grace had helped him figure out what he wanted to do for a living, pushing him to go to school for it and become a blood spatter analyst.

Bexon was able to make it work, getting there at a time only a few people were there. He walked into the office and grabbed his to-do list for the day. Then went right back before he had forgotten the keys for the backhoe.

"The keys might be helpful," he murmured to himself.

He had three graves to dig and he had to clean the south section of the lot. The day was like any other while at work. As he dug the graves his mind wandered to the people walking around, visiting loved ones, or dancing on the grave of their enemies.