Hadley: It's My JobMature

Needless to say, Maxxie got the job. And even more needless to say, the hours he worked were pretty late. I waited up the first couple nights but eventually the tiredness started getting the better of me and I’d be asleep before he got back. But every morning without fail I’d wake up and there he’d be, sleeping beside me normally with his arms around my waist.

I went and saw Cayden a couple times. He was putting on weight faster than they thought he would but still refused to believe he wasn’t anorexic. I managed to sneak him in some candy because one of the nurses thought I was “just so damn cute”. Something must have happened between him and Maxxie, though. Maxxie hadn’t really been to see him that much the last couple weeks.

London was pressing on my mind as well. I’d purposely been trying to cost Maxxie as little money as possible since I wasn’t exactly doing anything to make up for it. I really should get a job. I feel bad just mooching around. I mean, sure his place is probably the cleanest it’s ever been and I can kind of talk with Cayden but it’s still not helping anything. Either way, Maxxie was still convinced two plane tickets to England wouldn’t bankrupt him.

"Um, Maxxie" I said after a while. We’d been sat watching TV but I don’t think either of us were really paying attention to it.


"About England... If you're sure you can afford it and you really want me to come with then..."

"Well like I've said, it's up to you if you wanna come or not" he smiled.

I smiled back. "I want to. But only if you can afford it"

He leant over and kissed me. "Of course I can"

"As long as you're sure. I feel bad enough about costing you money as it is"

"Once this house is sold, money will be the least of our problems for a pretty long time" he laughed slightly.

I hummed slightly. It was more of a sigh, really. "I know, I just..."


"Houses can take a long time to sell"

He shrugged and I bit my lip.

 "I don't want to cost you more than I have to"

"Listen, don't worry about money, 'kay?"

I laughed a little. "It's my job to worry" It’s also my job to feel guilty.

"Worry about other stuff then" he laughed slightly as well.

I smiled. "Like what?"

"Like whether we'll run into my mum while we're there. Or my dad"

"Your folks can't be as bad as mine"

"Oh, you have no idea" When someone says something like that, it normally means they’re exaggerating.

"I'll swap"

"You won't wanna if we run into them. Since Cayden decided that I should start talking to my mum again, she's been emailing me all this mushy shit about how she regrets how she reacted to me coming out blah, blah, blah. And as far as I can tell my dad would still rather I threw myself under a train"

I frowned slightly at that. Okay, maybe he wasn’t exaggerating.

"There was a reason I didn't speak to them for seven years" he grumbled.

I cuddled him. Why hadn’t we been cuddling in the first place? "It's nice that she's trying, though"

"No it's not" he huffed, cuddling me back.

"I could say the same about you with me and Cayden"

He chuckled. "M'sorry"

"You'll just have to make it up to me somehow"

"I will" he said, kissing my neck.

I giggled and he hummed. I grinned and pecked him on the lips, chuckling as he kissed back.

"I'm so using this against you"

Maxxie pouted and I giggled again.

"You're mean" he mumbled, resting his head on my shoulder.

"If I'm so mean how come you love me?"

"Clearly, I'm a masochist" he giggled.

I smiled and kissed his forehead, humming as he squeezed me gently.

"I love you"

He smiled. "I love you too"

I sighed contentedly and snuggled up to him. He huggled back and soon enough I felt myself start to fall asleep. He kissed me softly and I smiled, only half aware of what was happening. Maxxie smiled back before closing his eyes and holding me close to him. I guess a trip to England wouldn’t be all that expensive…

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