Cayden: Sticking AroundMature

Stalker? What did he mean “stalker”? Who are you kidding, Cayden, you know he means Alex. The fucker’s persistent, I’ll give him that. I just had to hope Maxxie would put up with my libido and any bitch fits I had instead of running back to him. Man, do I even stand a chance in hell? Okay, maybe a slim chance. I mean, I don’t want to sound full of myself but I reckon I’m prettier than that Alex guy. I slunk back to work, avoiding the questioning gaze of Brent and focused on work to make the day pass faster. It didn’t exactly work.


“So, how’d things go down with your stalker?” I asked, sat on Maxxie’s couch.

"I got away. Just."

"Were you like James Bond?"

"I wish," he laughed, "I hid in a drugstore. On the plus side, I got my nicotine patches while I was in there."

"James Bond with nicotine patches... I dig it," I said with a grin, "And I think this movie's gonna have to be Toy Story 3"

"That's okay," he smiled.

"Just promise me you're never forcing me to watch anything Twilight related"

"I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy."

A laugh escaped my lips at the sheer relief of it. "Thank God. You know I can't stand romance flicks but romance flicks when they can't even hand you a proper vampire?"

“Coming from the one who actually doesn't mind the odd romance film: Twilight makes me gag." He giggled.

"It's the sparkly vampires, right?" I said, still laughing.

"That and the fact the characters have no personality. I might have coped if the main male roles were actually worth looking at..."

"You're not a Robert Pattinson fan girl? Well, I'm certainly surprised" I flashed him my best grin.

"His face makes me vom, a little bit."

At that I tried not to laugh. And failed miserably. Can you blame me? It’s true.

"I watch the fourth Harry Potter film just to see him die at the end."

"I can't deal with Harry Potter. It's too" I paused to wiggle my fingers as if it somehow conveyed my point, "English"

"Then how d'you deal with me?" he laughed.

"You're not a fifty year old playing a fifteen year old, I think you're an exception to the English-ness" I said and moved forward to kiss him.

He smiled and kissed back. "Good. I'd be worried if I wasn't."

"Anyway you, y'all ready for a trip to the movies?"

"I'll change out of my work shirt, first," he laughed slightly and slunk off to go get changed, "I'll be ready in a minute, I just wanna..." he trailed off, kissing me.

I kissed him back. "You just wanna...?"

"Kiss you, silly"

I felt a blush creep across my cheeks. Of course that’s what he meant, idiot. "Sorry. I'm used to hearing that phrase leading into something else"

But instead of making fun he simply grinned and kissed me again.

I hummed into the kiss, pulling away only to ask him "D'you think Brent would mind if we mixed around the order of his instructions? And the quantity of certain things" and flash him my most seductive smile.

"That one's up to you, gorgeous," he smiled, "you know him better than I do."

"Have I actually introduced the two of you?"

He shook his head. That’s weird; I could’ve sworn they’d met each other at some point.

"Well, the two of you need to meet sometime. He's a good friend of mine. He thinks very highly of you, you know?"

"Why does he think highly of me?" he asked, giggling a little.

 I leant forward, pressing my forehead against Maxxie’s. "Cause you're the first guy I've ever stuck around with long enough to actually start caring"

A surprised look crept onto his face but was soon replaced with a grin. Which only served to make me blush again.

"Mmm, I'm glad you stuck around, y'know. I hope you plan on sticking around a while longer."

"Well I'm here as long as you'll have me" I smiled nervously, "So, about that movie?"

 "Typical man” he said, prodding my side gently.

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