Never Really Over

Chapter 20

A/N: Hey guys! I just wanted to check in and say I hope you're all safe and well. I know times are hard, I hope you're all taking care of yourselves x thank you to each and every person who has read, voted or commented on this story. Your ideas and thoughts are what motivate me to keep writing. To anyone who's worried, I know I don't end up updating super frequently but I am a 100% committed to finishing the story and giving you guys a proper ending that hopefully you all enjoy. Okay, I'm going to stop now, so that we can get to the actual story, hope you guys like the chapter!

Maeve was shitting herself. Today was the day she was supposed to have dinner with Otis' mom. Sure Jean was super cool and was nothing like any other mom she had ever met, but that didn't change the fact that Maeve still had the worst history with her boyfriend's parents. If she was being honest, she didn't really care about how things went down with Jackson's parents, not because her feelings for him weren't real, but because she just wasn't in the same headspace as him. He wanted something serious and Maeve wasn't sure if she was ready for that. But with Otis, serious was all she wanted. She wanted commitment and family dinners and all the messiness and craziness that comes with giving yourself completely and truly to someone you love. She knew Otis loved her but she was worried how Jean potentially having a negative opinion of her could change that.

"I'm freaking out, Otis." Maeve said, as she paced around her trailer while talking to Otis on the phone.

"You have nothing to be afraid of Maeve. I honestly think my mom already likes you." Otis said.

"That seems very unlikely given how I first met her." Maeve said, still cringing at the memory.

"She's literally a sex therapist Maeve, these things don't freak her out. I get that I'm her son and the whole experience was nothing short of traumatising, but she still understands these things from a rational standpoint. I promise this isn't going to be problem." Otis said.

"I really hope you're right. What should I wear?" Maeve asked, taking out anything remotely appropriate from her wardrobe and throwing it on her bed. Most of what she had out were her leather jackets.

"Anything you like. There's nothing you need to change about yourself, Maeve. You can show up in your leather jacket and your black skirt and my mom would like you just as much as she would if you were in a dress. Please wear whatever makes you feel comfortable, you're worried as is." Otis said.

Maeve wanted to melt right there and then. How was he so perfect? He was literally being the definition of the perfect boyfriend and it felt overwhelming and suffocating and somehow like drowning but in a good way. Maeve wasn't sure if any of that made any sense (it probably didn't) but there was no other way of describing the intensity of her feelings. Maeve had spent her life trying to not be a 'feeler' her fear of experiencing pain had often stopped her from experiencing any of the good stuff, so when happiness and love came and hit her like a jolt of electricity, shaking her to her very core, she wasn't sure how to react.

"Maeve? Are you still there?" Otis asked.

"Huh? Yeah." Maeve said, realising she had been too caught up in her own head, living out a cheesy teen movie montage of her love for Otis to even respond.

"Are you okay?" Otis asked.

"Yeah, you're right. Thank you, I love you." Maeve said.

"I love you too." Otis said.

Maeve smiled; she never got tired of hearing those words from Otis.

"Everything is going to be fine." Otis said.

"I hope so, I'll see you tonight." Maeve said.

"Bye." Otis said.

"Bye." Maeve said, hanging up the phone.