Cayden: Always Fun To TellMature

I slyly glanced at Maxxie and the look in his eyes said it all. He really didn’t want to do this. Well, I’m sorry dollface but you need to do this.

"Drive past their house and I will seriously slap you" I said, my gaze back on the bracelet he’d bought me.

After hesitating, he slowed down though I could see he was uncomfortable. The only way I could think of this ending badly would be if his dad was in.

"Like I said, your mom seems different to back then. And trust me, I'm not afraid to punch your dad's lights out" I said with a smile.

He glanced at the clock. "He won't be in,"

"Then chillax, dollface"

If I told you he chilled out and relaxed I’d be lying on so many levels. If anything, he freaked out a little bit more.

I rested a hand against both his cheeks and turned his head to face me. "Just chill, it'll all be fine"

"This is going to require a lot of therapy."

I had to resist the urge to smile and instead leant over and kissed him. "Will I do instead?"

Maxxie kissed back, which frankly was a good sign. "I s'pose," he laughed weakly.

"C'mon then, hotshot, deep breath and walk up to the front door"

He took a deep breath but stayed exactly where he was. I shook my head, smiling a little at his stubbornness, and got out of the car. I made it damn obvious I was waiting for him to move, as well.

He looked up at me and scowled. "I dislike you. Strongly."

"I'm still waiting"

With a huff he stepped out of the car, locking it behind him. I walked over to his side and took his hand in mine.

"I'm really proud of you for doing this"

 "Good. You better be." He said with a half smile.

I kissed him again and walked to the door, pulling him along a little. He held onto my hand tighter as he rang the doorbell. I’ve never liked doorbells. Why can’t people just knock? It’s so much easier. I flashed him a smile as we waited in silence for someone to answer.

"Maybe she's not in," he said, sounding a little too hopeful for my liking.

"Max" I said sternly, almost sounding like a parent.

"Sorry" he muttered as his mom opened the door.

"Tadaaa" I said as they looked at each other.

"Max! D'you want to come in?" she asked, a smile stretching from one ear to the other. Wow, she really missed him.

"No, I was hoping to stand on your doorstep all day," Max said, sounding like the antisocial emo kid in the corner of the room.

I squeezed his hand, my way of saying “be nice”.

"Sorry," he sighed, "yeah, sure."

His mom let us in and showed us to the living room. I made a beeline for the couch and got comfy, hoping Maxxie would pick up on my obvious signal that I wasn’t moving anytime soon. Maxxie tried not to glare as he sat with me and his mom sat in a chair, still smiling.

Maxxie looked at me. "Well I dunno what you expect me to do now."

 "I'm expecting you guys to talk" I said softly.

"About what?"

His mom started to look a little anxious.

"Anything"

"What've you been doing since you left home?" his mom asked.

He shrugged. "Worked my ass off, mostly."

I gave Maxxie’s mom this sort of nod for her to ask him something else otherwise he wouldn’t say anymore.

"What- what job do you have?"

"Just cafe work. But before I moved to America, I worked as a waiter and a bartender."

A shocked look flashed across her face. "You moved... to America?"

"Which is where he met me" I said, smiling a little.

Maxxie’s mom looked at me, still trying to process the fact that her son lives in America. "How did you two meet?"

"Uh..."

"Clubbing." Maxxie said flatly.

His mom frowned slightly. "You weren't drunk, were you?"

He shrugged again. "Might have been a bit."

I let out a quiet laugh, willing myself not to get embarrassed over it. His mom looked vaguely disapproving and Maxxie said nothing.

“That's always a fun story to tell..."

"I can't make up my mind which is worse... meeting someone because they beat up a couple of kids at school, or meeting someone when you're drunk." Maxxie’s mom said. I could tell from her voice and the look on her face that she was trying not to be extremely disapproving.

"Personally I'd say the first one's worse" I said quietly, trying to avoid the awkward silence that would no doubt occur.

Maxxie attempted to keep a scowl off his face. "Cay wants to see pictures of me as a kid. Did you save any?"

"A few..." Maxxie looked at her expectantly. Jeez, he might as well tell her to get the fuck out. "I'll go find them, shall I?"

 "Much colder and you'll turn me into a snowman, Max" I whispered.

Maxxie’s mom went off to find to find the pictures and Maxxie glanced at me. "Sorry."

I pecked him on the cheek and tried not to laugh as I said "It's okay, just    try     and be nice"

"I    am     trying. I could be doing a whole lot worse."

"I was joking, dollface. Well done anyway"

He leant into me and sighed. I almost felt bad for making him come here but it had to be done. I kissed the top of his head as if it would somehow make up for it.

"You owe me." He whispered in my ear.

"I know" I chuckled. Maybe he’d be stopping by that sex shop after all…

The End

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