Hello everyone! Sorry I haven't uploaded for such a long time. Same goes for my other twilight fic. I haven't been all that busy, but I've been going out a lot more. Also, writer's block and all that. Not very fun. Anyway, here's goes the disclaimer.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

Warning: Vulgar language and homosexual pairing(Yaoi). Please leave if you cannot accept any of these terms. You have been warned.

Pairing: EdwardxJacob

The Ups and Downs of Being a Maid

Chapter 2

"You have to come out sometime." The voice echoed into the room I stood in.

"No, and you can't make me." I know I was being childish, but heck, who would want to wear this silly thing? I did a quick turn. No one, and I mean no one, would go out if they were in my condition.

A sigh was heard through the door.

"Jacob. It's just an outfit. Get over it and step outside at once."

I huff and took once last glance at the mirror, before twisting the doorknob and stepping out, pouting non-stop. I look up and saw his expression freeze. I arch an eyebrow and look down. Did I really look that bad? I look back up again only to notice a dust of faint blush on his face. I felt heat crawl up my neck as I saw his eyes roam over me,giving me a once-over and his tongue stuck out to trace the outline of his lips tenderly, focusing all his attention on my body. I turn my head to the side so that he couldn't see my blush that just so happen to appear.

I wish he would stop staring.

I felt like a piece of meat under careful inspection. Taking in my lower lip, I bit it lightly as to not pierce the skin, but enough to calm some of my nerves. I slowly take in a deep breath and counted to ten before releasing it and look straight into his eyes. I won't let him make a fool out of me. I'm stronger than this. I'm all I need. I won't give up what took me years to build up. Not even him.

"Would you stop staring?" I growled before I could stop myself, my words processing before my brain could. "And what's with this outfit?! It's disgusting! I'm a man, not a woman!"

I narrow my eyes as I saw a lazy smirk form on his face. He was enjoying this, that bastard.

"I beg your pardon, but this outfit was customly made, and I doubt you even need this outfit to belittle that masculinity of yours, seeing as how you hardly had any to start off with." He reach over behind him and pulled out a square package, pushing it into my hands. "Here. It's yours."

I blink and look at him in confusion. I wonder what it is.

"It's stockings and a few accessories; To match your outfit, miss." He grinned widely and disappeared into the next room.

I look down at the package before sighing, tearing the wrapping paper and roughly pulled it open. He wasn't lying when he said stockings. I paused for a moment before putting it on. Even if I did complain, it wouldn't make that big of a difference anyway. He would find away around and I would end up losing in the end. It only took me an hour to realize it. He was right. It did match my outfit, which mainly composed of a white dress that went down mid-thigh – too short if you ask me, lace, ribbons and many layers of silk. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it insulted both my pride and masculinity. And for your information - if you're wondering what I'm wearing under all these layers of cloth, I am most certainly not going commando. I'm wearing a black, lacy panty made of cotton. You heard me. I said the p word and it's not making me any happier. By the time I leave this room, I won't have any masculinity intact.

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"....alright?"

I snap my eyes back to the person speaking to me. Huh? "What were we doing again?" I ask, knowing it would get me into some sort of trouble, but Jesus Christ! is this boring. Who the hell cares about a tour, just get me to my room so I can get some sleep in. I'm depleted of energy. Who wouldn't be after having to deal with that pervert.

The person sighed. "Monsier, please pay more attention. I am doing this for your own good. You wouldn't want to find yourself fired, now would you?"

I sweatdrop. Actually, I'd like to get fired. Right now, if you will, but I nodded anyway. He beamed at me, giving me a wide smile that practically blinded me. It was that butler from yesterday that help me, and as glad as I am to see him again. I'm way too tired to even think straight.

"Can I please go back to my room?" I wobble slightly to prove me point. He nodded slowly, giving me space. I gave him my thanks and ran for my room. Freedom! I can see it, the door. The sweet, big, brown oak door that was beautifully carved. I spread my arms wide, ready to jump for the door when I ran into something hard and ended up tumbling back and falling onto my butt. It hurts, but thank the lords for the cushion that my butt holds in it. It save my fall somewhat. I look up angrily, ready to yell until my voice was hoarse, when my throat clamp up and I grimace. It was the pervert that I skillfully avoided since this morning. It was late evening by now.

I got up hastily, dusting off invisible dirt on my skirt. When I was done, I look up at him, giving him my best get-out-of-my-face glare. When he didn't budge, I growled menacingly under my breath.

"Get out of my way."

I saw him raise an eyebrow, probably amused by my actions. Damn him. If he wasn't so handsome and well, perfect, I would've bashed his face him. God forbid, I just called him perfect. Ugh. What is wrong with me?

"Last time I checked, I was still your master. Where are your manners." He said curtly, looking straight into my eyes.

I felt an itch as my eye twitch. Can this guy be anymore real? My manners? They died the moment they saw your ugly ass. Fine, bastard ass. Not ugly, since you aren't all that bad looking. In fact, you look quite hot in your suit, I wonder how you would look like when you strip down...dang it, Jacob! Snap out of it. Don't let him dazzle you. You're better than this.

Oh right, and let's not forget about this "master" business. So what? You can shove your head where your ass is, because I don't give a flying hell, damn bastard. Thinks he's so great just because he can order me around. And I-

"Are you still there?"

Huh? Oh shoot, I really have to stop daydreaming in the middle of the day. I blink, my hands automatically reaching up to scratch the back of my head to relieve myself of my nerves that's jumping as though they're on steroids.

"Yeah, yeah. Is there anything you want or can I go back to my room, master?" I nearly puked right there on the spot, had it not been for my self-restraint. I'm just that good.

"No, it's fine. You may go back to your room, maid," and he walked past me, knocking my shoulders which sent me lurching forward. I turn around and stuck out my tongue. Stupid bastard. Call me whatever you want. I don't care.

Shoot. My ass itches. I really need to take a bath before it crawls up to somewhere worse. Like those out-of-reaches place. That'd be horrid.

Man, a terrible ending to a terrible day. Can tomorrow get any better? You know what? I don't even want to know. I hope tomorrow never comes. It'll be another day with that bastard. Maybe if I'm lucky enough, he'll die in his sleep or something. Just as long as he doesn't show up. I'm fine.

Bah, that was an awkward and weird chapter. O.o It seriously took my two days. I had school, and then I had to brainstorm and ended up with nothing. In the end, this was the result. Please review or give a constructive criticism. Flames are not wanted and flamer shall be dissed.