Maya showed up at the Hollingsworth house just when Miles had asked her to. Even though she had been there before, she still couldn't help gaping in disbelief at just how large it was. Her house was a nice size, but it was nothing on this one.

She rang the gold-encrusted doorbell, waiting patiently as she rocked backward and forward on her feet.

There was no response. Maya frowned. She waited a minute before ringing it again.

No response.

Maya frowned, wondering if Miles was trying to scare her or something. She tentatively knocked on the door.

Suddenly, the door swung open, to reveal Frankie, Miles' sister.

"Oh, hi Maya!" she announced. Her forehead was creased in worry, and she looked very uneasy.

"Hi Frankie. Is everything okay?"

"Well…um. Now's not really a good time" Frankie responded, glancing over her shoulders at the staircase.

There was a loud series of banging coming from upstairs, followed by yelling.

Maya frowned in worry. She knew Miles took physical and emotional abuse from his father, but never in front of her.

"What's going on?"

Frankie smiled brightly, still looking extremely worried. "Nothing. Just…Miles is throwing stuff around upstairs."

She continued to smile until a boy Maya didn't know appeared at her shoulder. He greatly resembled Frankie; they looked about the same age.

Frankie gasped, turning around. "Hunter, don't do that! You're like Miles, you just appear everywhere!"

"I do not" Hunter responded.

"Do too!"

"Yeah right, at least I usually give a warning."

Frankie sighed. "Maya, this is Hunter."

Maya smiled. "Hi! Are you Frankie's friend?"

Frankie laughed. "He's my brother! You probably wouldn't know that. Miles wouldn't have told you."

Maya frowned. "Why?"

"He hates us." Hunter replied, simply. He looked at Maya. "Wait, are you the middle schooler?"

Maya burst into laughter. "What middle schooler?"

"The one that Miles hires to do his homework."

Maya crossed her arms. "I'm sixteen years old. And dating your brother."

Hunter covered his laugh with a loud cough. "Miles is dating you? Why?"

"Hunter!" Frankie scolded, hitting her brother. She turned to Maya. "He didn't mean it in a bad way. We're both just surprised. Miles doesn't really go for your…um…type!"

"Miles doesn't have a type" Hunter replied, rolling his eyes. "He flirts with everything that moves."

There was more banging coming from upstairs.

Frankie grinned. "Miles gets really hyper in the mornings, sorry!"

Maya sighed. "Look, guys, I know about why Miles is injured all the time."

Hunter frowned. "What? Injured?"

Frankie's eyes widened, as she gave Maya a pleading look. "Maya was just kidding. Right Maya?"

"Um…yeah." Maya realized that Hunter probably didn't know about what was going on with Miles, so she shut up.

Suddenly, the door was roughly pulled back to reveal Miles. He was breathing heavily and his face was slightly red from anger. Despite this, Maya bit her lip. He still looked extremely cute that way.

Miles looked down at his siblings. "You two, bolt."

Hunter and Frankie didn't budge. Frankie crossed her arms. "You can't tell us what to do!"

"Yes I can" Miles muttered. "Or I'm telling mom that you're the one that spilled the juice on the carpet."

"You can not! Hunter!" Frankie whined.

Hunter frowned. "Mom won't believe you. We're the truthful ones."

Miles scoffed. "Right. Truthful. You two lie more than I do."

"Kids, break it up!" Maya joked, with a laugh.

Frankie laughed. "We must sound like three annoying birds right now!"

Maya perked up. "I've always wanted to be a bird! You know, if the whole human thing didn't work out."

Hunter smiled. "Really? That's so cool!"

Maya laughed. "Birds are like my favorite animals. I try to communicate with them, but I bet they're scared of me right now."

Frankie was laughing. Miles frowned. "You two aren't supposed to like her!"

Maya giggled at her boyfriend. "Are you going to let me in?"

Miles took Maya's hand, pulling her into the house. Maya laughed at his roughness.

"Yeah we get it, you're in love with her!" Hunter announced. "You've only mentioned her fifty times!"

"Yeah, Maya this and Maya that!" Frankie added.

"Hunter. Frankie. Zip it." Miles was blushing slightly.

Maya laughed, looking down as Hunter and Frankie both left after another glare from Miles. As soon as they were gone, Miles wrapped an arm around her, kissing her head.

Maya giggled. "Are you afraid of showing human emotion in front of someone who's not me?"

Miles chuckled. "That is ridiculous. You know I have none to show."

"Of course."

Miles sighed, his eyes clouding over. "You're the only one who's making things any better."

Maya frowned. "Is it the election? Is that why I heard you and your dad fighting upstairs?"

Miles closed his eyes for a moment. "Yes, but don't worry. I'm fine. I…just need to talk with my parents or something. You can wait in the living room."

He kissed her head one more time, before returning upstairs.

Maya was still worried, but the entered the living room. She looked around and giggled. All of the pillows were neatly arranged, the couches perfectly positioned, and the bookshelves lined up to each other.

Maya's phone vibrated. She took it out of her bag, placing the bag carefully on the floor.

It was a text from Katie that said "Where are you?! It's Saturday night and I woke up to find you gone. This is a serious problem."

Maya laughed, shaking her head. Katie was more over-protective than Maya's mom and dad put together.

She texted back "I'm at Tristan's house, watching reruns of Gossip Girl. Chill."

She got another text at the speed of light. "You little liar! I already checked Tristan's house!"

Maya was exasperated. "Of course you did" she texted back.

She continued scrolling through her phone until she felt a pair of arms around her waist. Maya almost dropped her phone in surprise. "Miles!"

"Hey, cute stuff" Miles murmured in her ear.

Maya giggled and turned around to kiss him for a moment. "Why do you never warn me before entering the room?"

"Because I love scaring you."

Maya shook her head with a sigh. "Miles Hollingsworth, what am I going to do with you?"

Miles smirked. "Whatever you want."

Maya's mouth fell open, as she hit him. "Funny." She looked around. "I'm afraid to sit down, the couch looks so neat."

"It's not that neat."

"Miles. My couch at home looks like a three-year-old art project."

Miles sighed. "I hate it. Sometimes I just go around and mess things up a little. It looks too much like a hotel."

He pulled Maya down to sit. His eyes still looked clouded and she saw him shut his eyes again for a moment.

"Miles…are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Miles let out a breath. "It's just this stupid election. It's messing everything up."

Maya sighed. "Look, your dad doesn't have to win the election."

"That's just it, Maya. He does!" Miles' eyes widened. "It's all we discuss as a family, that damn election."

"That can't be all you talk about."

"Pretty much! Frankie and Hunter are being brainwashed and they don't even know it! They repeat all the crap our parents say without even thinking! And if we lose the election…they both have it worked into their heads that it's their faults."

It suddenly made sense why Miles' siblings were so obsessed with the upcoming election. Maya looked at him seriously. "Why do you care so much?"

Miles gave her a questioning look.

"About the election. I thought your plan from the start was to sabotage it."

"Yeah not anymore. Forget that plan. This election is the only thing holding my family together."

"That's horrible!" Maya cried. "You can't be that much of a family then."

"You're right," said Miles, bitterly. "I don't love them, and they don't love me. No one does."

Maya took his hand, her heart swelling. She leaned in to kiss him, catching Miles by surprise. She pulled away as their foreheads pressed together. "Hey. You're forgetting me. I love you, Miles."

Miles took a breath, calming down. "I love you too, Maya."

They stayed like that, until Maya pulled away, with a giggle. "I want you to relax. Take your mind off the dumb election."

Miles scoffed. "Are you saying I can't relax?"

"Yes."

Miles shook his head. "I can, and I have."

Maya laughed. "Yeah right! You were acting all uptight and business person-like nearly the whole time Winston and I were helping make posters!"

Miles took a breath. "Winston's posters were entirely too flashy. We're advertising an election, not a 3D movie."

Maya giggled. "He was trying!"

"And failing."

Maya shook her head. "Well what was wrong with my poster?"

Miles' expression softened as he looked at her. "Yours was fine."

"Really?" Maya asked, hopefully.

"No." Miles chuckled at the expression on her face. "The size was off and the colors clashed horrendously, the font, let's be honest, was crappy…"

"Miles!" Maya went to grab his arms. "Relax!"

"Do I have to?"

"Better than sitting around and making poster font suggestions! I…I can relax you."

"Oh you can?"

Maya blushed. "Yes. Give me your hand."

Miles raised his eyebrows. "Why?"

"Because I'm giving you a massage, idiot."

Miles smirked and extended his hand for her. Maya gently took it in both of hers. She moved her thumbs across his palm, watching as his eyes closed.

She continued working her thumbs into his hand, putting more pressure onto his palm. She rubbed harder.

Miles let out a sigh, his muscles seeming to relax slightly. Maya suddenly got an idea.

She moved away from him, leaning over to turn off the lamp.

Miles chuckled. "May I ask what you're doing?"

"What does it look like?" Maya giggled as she scooted back so she was facing him.

"I have absolutely no idea."

Maya moved even closer. "You know how I can relax you even more?" she asked, flirtatiously.

"No, but I have a feeling I'll enjoy it" Miles replied, staring at her.

Maya pressed her lips to his. They moved their lips together hurriedly, deepening the kiss. She felt his tongue and parted her lips for him. Maya tried to hold his tongue back, his completely dominated hers.

Maya took his bottom lip between her teeth, trying to be on control. She moved to start kissing his jaw.

"Maya Matlin" Miles teased, looking surprised but extremely pleased. "Never knew you could be so direct."

"Sometimes I can." Her lips moved to his neck, trailing down before stopping.

"God Maya, don't stop like that" Miles replied. Maya gave a small smirk before leaning in to nip the skin on his neck, hearing his intake of breath. She trailed slow kisses down to the spot between his neck and collarbone, before sucking on the skin there.

Miles let out a low groan, grabbing the slight curve of her hips, as her tank top rode up.

Miles was breathing heavily, his eyes closed. He grabbed her hair, roughly bringing her closer to him. Maya squeaked in surprise at this, but continued sucking on his skin. She knew she would be bruising his pale neck, but didn't care.

"Guess I found a weak spot."

Miles looked up at her. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Maya leaned down to suck on a particularly sensitive spot along his collarbone, and Miles groaned. His neck was definitely some sort of weak spot.

"Doesn't matter" he replied. "All of you is weak."

Miles' hands slid up her shirt, slowly moving upwards. Maya bit her lip and let out a whimper as they closed around her bra-covered breasts.

"Miles…that's really turning me on" she mumbled, turning pink.

He easily flipped her over.

"What are you d-doing?" squeaked Maya.

"You know what turns me on?" miles murmured. "Hearing those sexy little whimpers of yours."

He swiftly moved to kiss her upper chest, his hands gripping her bare hips. His hands moved down to squeeze her bare thighs, and Maya whimpered loudly "Miles…"

He was kissing her stomach, his hands working up the hem of her skirt. Maya sat up slightly.

"What are you doing?"

"Well, my innocent little Maya. You are about to participate in some not-so-innocent activities…"

She was going to respond, but Miles was already sliding her skirt off her hips. He tossed the flimsy fabric onto the floor.

His hands were moving higher and higher up. He leaned down and started kissing her inner thighs. Maya's head shot off her pillow, her mouth opening. His lips moved up her thigh, inches from her most sensitive spot, his hot breath on her skin.

"Miles…" Maya couldn't help but moan loudly.

Miles smirked and whispered, "Have you ever been touched there before?"

Maya shook her head, her eyes wide.

"Do you want to be?"

Maya's heart started beating faster. She bit her lip. She must have looked like a deer in headlights. "W-why?"

Miles stared back at her. "My little bird seems a little frustrated. I can help you with that."

His hand brushed against her and she let out a desperate moan. Pleasure was building up in her, and she felt herself getting very turned on.

"Do you want me to relieve you?"

Miles brushed against her again, teasing her, only one thin layer of clothing left between her and him. Maya bit her lip. She tried to move her hips in an attempt to relieve herself, but Miles was holding her legs.

"Y-yes. I want you to."

"You want me to what?" Miles lustfully stared at Maya who was letting out little frustrated noises.

Maya couldn't stand this torture any longer. "Relieve me! I want you to relieve me! God, please!" she begged.

Miles chuckled. "I love watching you go crazy over me."

"Ugh, you are so horrible!"

Miles started rubbing her most intimate spot, causing Maya to moan.

"What was that?" he asked, smugly.

"Yourenothorrible" Maya gasped. "You'renot! You'renot! You're not!"

Suddenly, there was a loud bang on the door, followed by Frankie's voice "Guys, mom and dad are coming down soon!"

Miles and Maya stared at each other for a moment, before regretfully pulling apart. Miles looked extremely pissed off. "Frankie, will you quit bothering us?"

They heard Frankie laugh. "Hey, it's good I interrupted you. You don't want to be getting another girl pregnant!"

"Frankie, zip it!" Miles announced, but Maya was looking at him questioningly.

"Fine!" called Frankie. "But you'd better be out of there soon!"

As they heard her footsteps walking away, Maya crossed her arms and glared at Miles. "What did she mean?"

Miles took a breath. "About what?"

"You know what! She said you've gotten a girl pregnant!"

Miles was silent. He looked down, clenching his jaw.

Maya sat up, grabbing her skirt. "Is that true?"

Miles nodded, breathing heavily. "I first had sex when I was thirteen. I got the girl I had sex with pregnant and left her."

Maya stared at him incredulously. "That's horrible! Why the hell would you do that?"

"I know, Maya. I've gotten crap about it from my whole family. Hell, I still get crap about it now. I feel terrible about it."

"That still doesn't change the fact that you did it."

Miles turned to her. "You don't understand anything, okay? I was in a really bad place at the time."

Maya sighed. "Fine…I guess I don't."

There was a pause.

Maya looked up at Miles.

"Look, it doesn't matter Maya. I did a stupid thing, but it's over. I don't see why you care so much."

Maya looked down before responding. "I care because I know your history with girls!"

"And? What does that have to do with you?"

"So how do I know you wouldn't get me pregnant? How do I know you won't leave me?"

Miles enveloped Maya in a hug. "Maya, listen to me. You aren't those girls. You are ten times better and ten times more special. I would rather take a beating every single day than leave you. And if you ever got pregnant, I would support you."

Maya looked up. "Really? You would?"

"Of course. You mean the world to me. And the day you're finally ready to have sex, it will put all of those other girls to shame."

Maya's face broke into a smile. "I believe you."

"I love you, Maya."

"I love you too, Miles."

Apparently Frankie had come back, but neither of them had heard. "Awww, that was adorable!" she yelled through the door.

Maya blushed, while Miles let out a chuckle.

"Frankie, I told you to scram."