Maya Hart's Roommate of the Opposite Gender

Chapter Nine: Did Someone Call The Fashion Police?

9) never ceases to criticize your fashion choices

Flatbill Cap:

I was going out to a bar with my friends to get pizza and watch a baseball game. I can't drink yet but a few of them can. I guess the new thing is an under twenty-one wristband so the bartenders know not to give you drinks.

I threw on a t-shirt with jeans and sneakers and grabbed my flatbill cap at the last minute.

"You're gonna wear that out in public?" Maya criticized from the couch as I grabbed my keys.

"Yup. Why do you care?" I twirled them around my finger.

"No reason. It's not like you look ridiculous or anything. Go have fun with your friends. Bye!" And she shoved me out the door before I could reconsider leaving the hat at home. I even heard the deadbolt click into place.

The Phillies Jersey:

Ever since I was little, my brothers and I supported the Phillies. We were born in Philadelphia after all. On one of their big nights, I was going to a friend's place to watch the game and wore my jersey to show support of the team.

"You're gonna wear that out in public?" It seemed like Maya's catchphrase whenever she had a remark about my clothing choices.

"Yes, Maya. I like the Phillies. You know that. And they have a big game tonight. So I'm showing my support. Excuse me for liking a good team." I scoffed.

"Well if you get jumped, don't say I didn't warn you."

"Jumped? Why would you say that?"

"Hmmmm... Let's see. Well we live in New York and people like the Yankees! And you know who the Phillies are playing tonight? Oh yeah, the Yankees. So good luck out there, Joshie. You're gonna need it." She ruffled my hair and kissed me on the cheek before disappearing down the hallway.

And she was right. I almost did get jumped on my walk home after the Phillies beat the Yankees.

Red Converse:

"Joshie! Can you drive me to Riles' place?" Maya flopped on my bed and poured out her bottom lip. Her round eyes seemed to look like they belonged on a puppy dog rather than a teenage girl.

"Sure. I need an excuse to see her anyways." I laughed and grabbed my red hightop Converse from the ground by the end of the bed.

"Oh dear..." Maya clicked her tongue at me.

"What?" I tied one lace after the other.

"Well, it's just that... I didn't think you were actually ever gonna wear those." She bit her lip to hold back a laugh.

"Maya... Really?" I was starting to get annoyed with this newfound picky fashion sense.

"Well look at them!" She was laughing now and not even trying to hold it back.

I frowned down at her as she doubled over, clutching her stomach. Her cheeks had started to take on a reddish tint as she struggled to breathe.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She apologized, her breathing returned to normal and she quit laughing.

"Good. I was gonna have to shut you up in a second." I arched my eyebrows and smiled mischievously, hoping she would pick up on the point I was trying to make.

"Oh yeah? And how were you planning on doing that?" She placed a hand on her hip and arched her eyebrows back at me.

"Like this." I pushed her against the door, pinning her wrists to her sides and kissed her. It was far more rough than our last kiss had been, but judging by the way that Maya kissed me back, she liked it a lot better.

A/N: wow... my publishing schedule is WAAAAAACKYYYYY. you guys already know that i'm gonna apologize so i won't even say it so you don't get more fed up with me. hope you enjoyed the latest installment. had to throw in a little romance there. it was kinda dying without it, don't ya think?