Hey guyssss, I'm back after months of being busy with exams, art, and general work! I didn't really know where to go with my last fanfic, so if you were reading that and wanting more I'm really sorry but I have tied it off. Anyway, here is the beginning of my new fic! Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Trek

"No mum! No way am I trekking all the way to the shop at this time just to get some food!" I moaned and complained at my mum, but she insisted.

"You need to start pulling your weight around this house, what the heck do you ever do for me? I buy you clothes, food, games…. lots of games! And you can't even go to the shop for me?" She began the sympathy act. Sigh.

"It's snowing! The car will get stuck, and I won't be able to get home. Do you really want me to have to camp out in ASDA for the night?" I knew I was being over dramatic, but if it got me out of leaving the house, it was fine with me.

"Don't be ridiculous, and let me worry about the car. Just get your arse to the shop before I make you walk!"

"Fineeeee, fine I'll go, but if anything happens, it's on you!" I knew nothing would happen, I was just finding any excuse to not have to trek out in the snow. I took the keys off the mantelpiece and put them in my bra. I then changed into my acceptable-to-wear-in-public jeans, and slipped on my Sudoku converse. I left the small, semi-detached house I called home and sat down in the car. My estate was really quiet today; everyone was probably sitting inside as it had begun snowing earlier that morning. Lucky them. Sitting inside with coffee and cheese strings, enjoying Friday night TV in a onesie…

My phone rang. "Why are you still sitting in the driveway? Are you going to the shop or not?" My mum continued to bug me down the phone. I hung up. I really was sick of running errands and having to go out of the house. "Maya, wash the dishes. Maya, go shopping. Maya tidy your room." I'm nineteen for god's sake. I can understand my mum having little time because of her job, but doesn't mean she has to dump everything on me. Sometimes I wish I wasn't an only child, but I guess it had its perks, like Christmas. My mum, Jules, is a head chef at a kitchen on the outskirts of London. She's always tried to bring me up to be the same as her, to do the same thing with my life, but I want otherwise. I want to be the first person in my family to go to university. London had some of the best Fine Art courses in the country… why wouldn't I? I suddenly stopped dreaming of sitting in my studio at university, and remembered the task at hand.

"Welcome to ASDA" I read as I entered the car park.

"Thanks for the welcome, but please, just fuck off." I said sarcastically, then laughing to myself. I really shouldn't find myself funny- I'm sure it's a proven sign of craziness or something.

I left the car, locking it and tucking the keys back down my bra. I really had to stop doing that. The amount of weird looks I have got off people when I pull out a phone or a card from the collar of my top is probably in three figures by now. Or even four.

I entered the shop, taking a trolley for the sole purpose of being able to roll along on the wheels. "I'm so mature" I said to myself. I began to wheel around picking up items on the list, and many not on the list of course. "Cheese!" I remembered. Who could live without it? Most teenagers would be into chocolate, or crisps, but for me it's cheese.

Go on, say I'm weird. Say it out loud, I dare you.

Regardless of whether you actually said it or not, you're right. I flew down a few aisles searching for something to calm my craving. No luck.

"C..C..Can I help you?"

A tall slender boy with straight dark hair swept over his face, probably in his late teens or early twenties looked down at me. Not looked down as if to say "you working class arsehole" but more of the fact that I was five foot two and wearing flat shoes. "Errrrm, nahh, I'm fine thanks… I'm completely fine yes. Sorry, bye!" I have never been so embarrassed in my entire life. No way was I going to ask some dishy bloke where I could find a jumbo box of extra-cheesy cheese strings.

He was still standing there, and I wondered why he hadn't left.

Oh.

I told him to go, and never left.

I visibly and over dramatically facepalmed myself in the shop. He just stood and laughed. "Are you sure you don't need a hand with anything? That facepalm makes me think otherwise!" He joked.

"Okay, don't laugh, but I'm… looking… I'm looking for the cheese." I could feel myself turning beetroot.

"Hahaha, right this way" he signalled me to follow his lead. He led me to the opposite side of the shop where the cheese stand was so visibly obvious. I felt like such a twat. "Do you think you can find your way from here?" He teased.

"Hey, you work here, you're not allowed to laugh at customer's requests" I joked back.

"I'm too hardcore to stick to the rules!" He lifted his arm and kissed his non-existent bicep.

I was about to ask were the ice and fans were right at that moment.

"Very funny" I replied. "Now get back to work!" I teased.

He had a slightly disheartened look and began to turn away. "Thanks though!" I smiled. I watched as he walked off into another aisle. Shame I would never see him again. Or so I thought.

So yeah, that's my first chapter! Sorry not much really happens, but it's the introduction, what do you expect? ;) I will try to update this more often if I actually know people are reading this. Go ahead and give this story and I a follow if you are enjoying it, and check out my Phanfic! Reviews are also welcomed. ^_^ Cheerio!