"Whenever you need me, whenever want me. You know you can call me, I'll be there shortly. Don't care what your friends say, 'cause they don't know me. I can be your best friend, and you be my homie," Roll Up, Wiz Khalifa
"S-So Korina, if you don't mind, could you go ahead and start the format of the presentation?" I mumbled to the brown-eyed girl, who nodded in enthusiasm. "Of course, you're the leader, Ezra!" Korina beamed and I blushed, wanting her to stop saying such things like that. It really messed with my mind.
"And Andrew, please format the information that I sent you in the email and make sure that it is adequate and matching," The boy nodded as he began to type away at his computer, a breath of relief leaving my body. I didn't know how this group project came to be like this, but Professor Rollins wanted us to create our personal world as we would have it, fictional or real. It could be set at any time with any other elements but it had to include some elements from our current world.
"Travis," I turned to my best friend who was smirking, waiting for my words. "Yes, Mr. Moore?" He teased and I blushed once again, not liking to be addressed like that. "Can you help me with the remaining parts of our video?" I questioned. "I got the explanations and animations done, but I want to go through and make sure that I didn't forget anything. Y-you know, just so we can all get a good grade?" I meekly stated and Travis grinned, nodding in ease. I had no clue how our roles came to be designated but I was the one who saw the flow of the team and made it work. Though, I was absolutely no leader.
"I-if that is all, I thank you guys for meeting me here," I pushed my glasses up, switching between their eyes. "No problem, Ezra. I'll reach out if I need anything," Korina smiled at me gently before leaving the picnic table that we were sat at. "I need to get some food so I can work on this," Andrew stood, pushing his black hair out of his face. "But you the man, Ezra," He winked at me before departing and I blinked, body feeling hot to the touch.
Man, I was so gay.
Travis put his stuff in his bookbag, leaning back on the bench next to me, his earthy cologne calming my raging senses.
"So, you never really told me how life was working for the rich people," My best friend snorted and I pushed his head away with a laugh. "Don't be fuckin' ignorant. Of course," I was about to relay in all of the details of everything that I had seen thus far, the way Leon acted so shady when his wife around, how Natalie was so weird when she called me Ezra with every sentence, how all of the staff looked at me with pity in their eyes every day I came to work, but then I remembered the confidentiality agreement. No matter what or who the person was, there was no way I could say anything.
Not if I valued my life and reputation.
I'd rather not risk being blacklisted way before I get the job that I desire. "Life is great there," I put on a smile, pushing up my slipping glasses. He didn't have to know every single thing that went down. "It's good, I'm gettin' money, yo," I replied and he snickered, shaking his head at me. "Remind me why we're friends," He ran a hand through his hair and I stuck my tongue out at him. "Because you love me and you c-can't imagine your life without me!" I beamed, throwing my arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug.
Travis groaned in mock annoyance, wrapping his arms around my own. "Yea, I guess I do," He muttered affectionately, ruffling my hair as he looked deeply at me. "There's no one else who can put up with you as much as I do," With a snort, he flicked my cheek, making me pull away from him in pain.
"God damn you, Travis Walker!" I clutched my cheek, pretending to whine as people passed by, wondering what the hell we were up to. "First, you make me spend all of my money out on the town like I had lots to spend," He rolled his eyes, counterclaiming. "No one made you do shit. It was just you and your hungry ass," He retorted. "T-then you hit me like I mean nothin' to you!" I cried out, knowing that I would ever only be this loud if I was with Travis.

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Maid For His Love {mxm}
قصص عامةEzra Moore is a 20-year-old man working as a maid for the Lawrence family, aspiring to become the CEO of his own firm. He's in the closet and wants it to stay that way. However, it poses as a problem when the only issue is the fact that the son of t...