A/N: A drabble I was planning to continue but didn't. Maybe I will someday.

Characters are Maxxie/James, and Anwar. So, yes, MM.

London

When Maxxie had told Anwar that they wouldn't have enough money for food, drink, or a decent place to stay, he hadn't been joking. London was the most expensive place to live in the whole country but it was where Maxxie had to be. Maxxie had already auditioned for three musicals. He hadn't had any replies but he had always been the optimistic one.

"Mate," Anwar said seriously, when James and Maxxie came in laden with plastic shopping bags. "We are seriously in trouble."

Maxxie's bright smile slipped from his face. "Yeah. This is the last of the food money." Maxxie peered into the bags. "We brought bread. Lots and lots of bread."

"It's cheap," James said defensively.

Bread had clearly been James's idea. After all, Anwar knew Maxxie. Maxxie would have bought beer and odd snacks and blown all the money. Though, saying that, Anwar probably would have done the same thing if the tenant hadn't come around and hammered on their door to warn them about their first payment after their deposit. They had enough. Barely. If they didn't buy anything else.

"By the way," Maxxie said, as he put the bread in the fridge. "Your mother's been calling me again. She's left about thirteen messages in the last two hours."

Anwar opened his mouth to reply but James was already talking.

"Maxxie, why do you put bread in the fridge?" he wanted to know. "There is a bread box right there."

The bread was always in the fridge at Maxxie's house. Anwar had a bread box but that was only because his mother liked fresh loaves and went down the shop to get them every other day. Anwar had become used to it. Apparently it bewildered James because Anwar could have sworn the pair had already had this conversation.

He had been living with them too long, he thought. One month. It had been one month of avoiding his mother, working part time in a crappy clothes store, and one month of almost constant partying. Not much had changed. And it was a laugh.

"You should probably call her," James said.

At first he and James hadn't talked much. Anwar had known James before but not well. Then he had become Maxxie's boyfriend and that had made Anwar wary. Jealous even. He had always come first in Maxxie's life – they were best friends! – and Maxxie had never had anything but flings before. He supposed he was worried that Maxxie would treat him like Anwar had when he was with Sketch. Fortunately, Maxxie had been the same. And Anwar and James – wary at first – had warmed to each other. At least, they had warmed enough that James felt confident enough to give input into Anwar's life.

"Are you joking?" Anwar said incredulously. "She'll have me spilling out address in two minutes. She'll come down here herself and drag me out by the ear!"

The sad thing was that Anwar wasn't exaggerating. He had listened to some of the voicemails and now he cringed just thinking about them. She would kill him when she found him and Anwar wanted to prolong this. He had always been shit at taking responsibility.

"She's not that bad Anwar," Maxxie teased, "She wouldn't drag you out by your ear. Your balls, maybe."

"How is that any better?" Anwar demanded.

Maxxie stuck his tongue out. Then his phone rang. He looked down at the caller ID and commented, "Hmm, unknown number. Well, maybe your mother is hoping to trick me into picking up after the last two times."

"You talked to her?" Anwar whined.

"I like your Mum." Maxxie shrugged with a small grin. "She's not mad at me. She thinks you are the one who dragged me off to London."

"Oh, crap," Anwar said. That was the last thing he needed. Another charge against him: corrupting that 'nice boy' Maxxie.

Maxxie accepted the call and put the phone to his ear, "Hello… Yes… Yes…" He walked across the room and into his and James's bedroom. "Really?! Wow…"

"It is her," Anwar said bitterly, sighing loudly after the pronouncement.

James looked like he was struggling not to laugh.

Maxxie burst back into the room, his face lit up with joy. "I got a call back!"

Anwar and James blinked and then erupted into immediate praise. Anwar, who was closest, pulled Maxxie into a brief hug, and then James pulled Maxxie into a much longer kiss.

"Alright, alright," Anwar said, when it didn't look like they were going to stop. "I'm still in the room!"

"Leave then," Maxxie said cheekily. Then he said, dazed, "I can't believe it. Only three auditions and I have a call back. I might not get it but…" His eyes glazed over at the thought of his dreams coming true.

Anwar felt a small amount of jealously. Maxxie had always known what he had wanted to do. He hadn't been filled with uncertainties like Anwar. But, really, looking at the joyous expression on Maxxie's face, Anwar couldn't be resentful. Maxxie deserved it.

Besides, screw the future. He was young. He still had time to have fun.