Maid For Me

His 'Best Friend'

Peyton's POV:

I woke up, and found myself in Noah's room, asleep on his bed. I sat up startled, looking next to him. I let out a sigh of relief when I realised he wasn't in the bed with me. That would've been scary. I stepped onto the floor and walked towards my room, finding Noah on my bed, texting. The corner's of my mouth lifted. For. No. Goddamn. Reason.

"Oh, you're awake. Did you sleep well?" he asked.

"Yes. Why on earth did you just leave me asleep in your room?" I probed.

"Why? You wanted me to sleep with you?" he teased.

"What the hell?! No!" I exclaimed.

He let out a chuckle and walked towards his room. I followed him stupidly, like a weirdo. He grabbed a tie and jacket from his closet. He fixed it up and looked in the mirror for a few quick moments. Very odd. He never wore a jacket or tie indoors. I guess he was going out somewhere. I wondered why I was standing here and just watching him to start with.

"You going somewhere?" I demanded.

"To my hotel," he replied.

"You have a hotel?" I said surprised.

"I don't just grow my money on trees you know..." he laughed "I own it, but I only have to go their once a week to see if it's all going good."

I nodded my head and watched as he went downstairs towards the front door. He looked up at me and smiled, before walking out. I sighed and smiled. He was the definition of good looking. I went downstairs and looked around. The living room seemed pretty messy. Oh well, better start neatening it up.

I grabbed anything that was out of place and neatened it all up. I put the cushions neatly on the sofa and sighed. Why have 100 maids if they don't know how to do their job properly? Just then someone knocked on the front door. I walked towards it and opened it. It was Kyle. He was standing there with his hands shoved in his pockets.

"Hi Peyton," he said.

"Hi Kyle," I said back.

"Is Noah home?" he asked.

"No...come in though. He shouldn't be gone for long," I replied.

He nodded his head and walked in. I locked the door again. Kyle took of his shoes and sat down on the sofa, placing his head in his hands. He seemed pretty down in the dumps. Or maybe he was just tired. Whatever it was, it was none of my business. He probably deserved it for what he did to Noah. I sat on a separate sofa and tapped my foot.

"So, why'd you come anyways?" I probed coldly.

"To find out why Noah isn't treating us the same way as he did before," he whispered.

"He's mentioned it a thousand times to you Kyle. You know why he isn't talking to you! You know why he's upset!" I snapped.

"Ok. Well I'm going to pretend  that I don't know. Enlighten me. Inform me. Tell me why," Kyle scoffed rudely.

I scowled at his attitude. He pretends like he never had a clue why Noah is upset from him. Noah literally yelled it out loud at Marissa's party. I gutted my chin out and rolled my eyes at Kyle. He folded his arms and repeated his question.

"Why isn't Noah treating us the way he did before?" he muttered.

"Because you don't treat him right! He's nothing to you! He's not a friend to you! Like he said...he's just your personal bank account...that's all! When his dad died, none of you thought about helping him! He needed you most at that time, but you left him! You take him for granted!" I exclaimed.