Maid For His Love {mxm}

Maid 17.

"Love won't hurry away. He will hold me fast, I'll be home at last. Not a loser anymore like the last time and the time before. Everybody loves a winner, so nobody loves me," Maybe This Time, Liza Minnelli

Somehow my car made its way to my parking spot.

"So tomorrow night, we're going out?" I felt an arm wrap around my shoulder and I nodded, looking into the eyes of Travis Walker. "Yea, I done already told you that we were, so stop bitchin'," I rolled my eyes and he chuckled, finding amusement in the situation. He had bugged me for days upon days about going to this new restaurant that had just opened up on Main and he was turning into an annoying little rat.

"I'll come pick you up. Who knows?" Travis clapped his hands together, a smirk coming to his lips. "We could even have a sleepover like we used to back in freshman year." He sounded so happy with himself, that I just wanted to rain on his parade a little bit. "...we had to because we lived together," I rolled my eyes, watching him pout and fold his arms like a kid in timeout. "Really? Just how old are you, you little loser?" I poked his cheek and he playfully scowled, returning his arm around my shoulder.

"Just for you, I'm four," I held back a snicker, hearing the chatter of the students behind us. I unconsciously flinched when Travis's finger brushed against my neck and he looked at me with a worried expression, watching my gaze flick away. "You good, Ez?" He asked, peering closer so that the smell of his cologne was hitting me in the nose. "Y-yea, I'm fine," I stuttered, willing myself no to remember that slimy touch of Easton. He wasn't anywhere near me, but I could still see, hear, and feel everything from that night. It was only two days ago.

I wasn't sure how to cope. I wasn't sure if I was starting up my depression again or having a lapse of anxiety. This had never happened, and I was still reeling from the shock that it actually happened.

"Why are you not wearing your glasses?" He asked, reminding me that I had told him that I got them back. "I didn't want to," I confessed, knowing how hard the adjust was going to be, now that I had already gotten used to wearing these eye traps. That and the fact that I didn't want to go back to wearing the glasses. When they fell that night, everything else started opening up to me and I could finally see beyond the walls.

"We also got to work on our project," Travis ruffled my hair and I hissed, pushing his hand away. "You're messing up my style, dude!" I looked at him like he just told me that he set my house on fire with my cat in it, questioning what drugs he was on. "You god damn twat," I growled, watching him laugh it up like the idiot that he was. "Only you can make me laugh this hard, Ez," He mused, looking at me with the stars in his eyes and I frowned, uncertain of what to say back. It was my job to make him laugh as his best friend.

"Aw shit," I could feel the timer vibrating on my phone, telling me that it was time to go. I rarely had time to myself anymore with school and work. It was a miracle that Travis and I made time for each other. "Come on," Travis pulled me along towards the parking deck. It always seemed like we could only talk to each other when it was time to leave. "You gotta let me come by their house, bro. I'm dying to see what it looks like," My best friend pleaded with me and I stared at him as if his entire life was a joke.

"One day for sure," I lisped dryly, approaching my vehicle. It was time to pay bills and get some pizza and that was what I was going to do tonight because I was an adult. See children, being an adult is tough.

"Love you, man," Travis opened my door and watched me get in, blowing a kiss to me. I caught it, of course, because I wasn't heartless, smirking when he closed my door. He motioned for me to go in, pulling out his phone at the same time I waved goodbye, pulling out of the parking deck. I wished that I could tell him about what happened and confide in him, but the truth was that I needed answers before I opened my mouth about anything. When I was on the main strip, I felt my phone vibrate and I looked at it quickly, smiling softly.