AN: So the website crashing delayed this chapter. Sorry :( , I'm still here.

Disclaimer: All TMI characters belong to Cassandra Clare :)

Chapter Songs:

**Amsterdam by Imagine Dragons

**Perfect Picture by Bea Miller

"What if she doesn't like me?"

Kyle laughed at Maya. He was driving them to Imogen's for a visit because ever since he told Imogen about their relationship, she constantly told him that she wanted to meet her. So they were finally going, a week later.

"Imogen likes everyone, you have nothing to worry about."

She took a breath. "If you say so."

Her being so nervous made him smile to himself. To him, his grandmother was just a laid back kind of person. Out of his family members, he probably liked Imogen the most. She always said that she didn't like the way Robert and Maryse treated him because nothing was his fault, but sometimes he couldn't help but think that. Imogen was also another person that he didn't have to be an ass around. It was all for show anyway, well most of it.

For the past week, him and Maya weren't exactly affectionate during school. Most people had seen them kiss at the game, but didn't think much of it. They just didn't feel the need to flaunt their relationship all over the place. He also didn't want other girls attacking her because she was with him. Of course he knew that she could hold her own but the added drama was unwarranted. He wanted to tell the whole world about how this amazing girl was his girlfriend, but that wasn't possible. Besides, he kinda liked how private their relationship was. It was just about them.

They still hung around each other during school as if they were best friends. He also got a speech from Alex threatening to hurt him if he hurt Maya, but he could never see himself intentionally hurting her. Most didn't really understand how special she was to him. He was just trying to be the best boyfriend he could be for her, it was still a lot to get used to. Being in a serious relationship that wasn't just about physical attraction or popularity was new to him. He wasn't used to actual feelings.

His grandmother's house came into view after a moment. It wasn't that far away from his house, which made it easy to get there. After he parked the car, he got out to open Maya's door. She got out and immediately grabbed his hand. He shut the door and stood in front if her, seeing the nervousness etched on her face. He let go of her hand to rub his hands up and down her arms to soothe her.

"Relax. She'll love you. I promise."

She let out a breath and nodded. "Okay."

He smiled and kissed her forehead before grabbing her hand again. They walked up to her porch and he knocked on the door.

Imogen opened the door after a few moments and smiled when she saw who it was. Her smile brightened when she saw who was next to him.

"Well hello there." She said to Maya. "Come in, come in."

Maya let go of Kyle's hand to walk in front of him. The house smelled the same as always, like apples and cinnamon. It made him think of his childhood when he used to come over every weekend. He still came over as often as he could to see her.

They all sat down in the living room, Kyle taking a seat next to Maya, and Imogen taking the chair across from them.

"You told me she was beautiful. This young lady is absolutely stunning." Imogen smiled.

Kyle saw Maya blush from the corner of his eye, obviously not expecting the compliment. He couldn't agree more with his grandmother's words.

"Thank you ma'am."

Imogen's eyebrows rose. "And so polite, but there's no need for the ma'am." She put her hand next to her mouth. "It makes me feel old. Just Imogen is fine."

Maya smiled and pointed at Imogen. "So you're not Kyle's aunt?"

Imogen's smile brightened and she turned to Kyle. "I like her."

He turned to Maya and smiled. "Me too."

She blushed and moved her hair to cover her cheeks. He knew that she wasn't used to compliments, but he was going to make sure she got used to them coming from him. She was beautiful and deserved to be told that she was.

"Kyle, could you go get the mail for me?" Imogen asked.

He nodded. "Sure."

Maya gave him a smile and tucked her hair behind her ears before he left the room. He knew that Imogen would like her, everyone seemed to like her. She just had that kind of personality that people were drawn to. He was drawn to her the first time that they met. It was nice how she took his sarcastic arrogance and dished it right back to him. There weren't many people that could do that, it was kind of shocking at first.

When he got outside, he walked over to Imogen's mailbox and got all of the mail out of it. He knew Imogen was trying to get him out of the room so she could talk to Maya alone, so he waited a moment before he went back in. She wasn't one to interrogate people with lots of questions. It was ironic when Maya called Imogen his aunt because that's kind of what he thought of her as. Not really as a grandmother, but like a second mom. As he walked back to the living room, he heard Maya talking.

"You can find it at any local market really."

Kyle walked in to see Imogen with a pen and paper in her hand. Kyle raised a brow at them as he took his seat.

"What are—"

"Shhh!" Imogen interrupted him then turned back to Maya. "So what's next sweetheart?"

Maya laughed at Kyle's pout and grabbed his hand. "After you get the Sencha tea leaves, boil some water and put about two tablespoons in. After a couple minutes, just drain it and I swear it's like the best tea you will ever have."

Imogen wrote it down. "Sounds delicious and I don't think I've had Japanese tea."

Maya smiled. "Well this is definitely where you want to start."

"Well thank you for the tip, I will make sure to try it."

"Great. You'll love it."

Kyle sat back and watched as the two spoke. He couldn't help the smile that appeared on his face. After a while he stopped listening to what they were talking about and just watched Maya. The facial expressions that she made, the way her eyes brightened, and how her lips moved with each word she spoke. Sometimes it just felt so unreal that this girl was his.

"So how has my grandson been to you? And don't be afraid to tell me the truth."

Maya smiled. "He's been..."

"An asshole?" Imogen finished for her.

Kyle put a hand to his chest. "Thanks Imogen."

Maya laughed. "No, he's actually really sweet. I feel like I get the real him when I'm around."

He smiled, brought her hand to his mouth and placed a kiss on the back of it. "Sweet" definitely had not been a word used to describe him, but that was probably because she was the only one who got that side of him. She did get the real him, there was no pretending with her.

"Well I definitely see a change, a good one." Imogen looked at the two of them with a smile.

The three of them just sat and talked for a while. He could tell that Maya wasn't nervous anymore and relaxed a little more. Imogen's house was just a comfortable place, everyone was welcome in her book. She didn't judge people either. You could literally tell her anything and she wouldn't treat you differently. He remembered coming to her when he saw he had a problem with fighting. It wasn't like he went around bullying people or just beat them for no reason. He usually fought people that seemed to have a problem with him or decided that they wanted to pick a fight. It was definitely not something that he was proud of. The anger just got to him some days, but he felt like he was better now. He hadn't really been in a genuine fight in months. That was a big deal for him. Maybe he was changing.

Maya's phone ringing brought him back. She furrowed her brows and dug in her pocket to get it. When she looked at who was calling, she gave them an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry, I should take this, it's my mom."

Imogen waved a hand. "That's no problem sweetie."

Maya stood up, still holding his hand. She looked down at him and smiled. "Be right back."

He kissed her hand again before he let go. Her cheeks reddened as she excused herself and walked away. His eyes followed her until she was out of the room, and when he turned back around, he smiled to himself. His day usually wasn't complete unless he made her blush.

"Wow."

He looked up at Imogen. "Wow what?"

She smiled. "I just thought I'd never see the day. Look at that smile on your face, I haven't seen that since you were just a little boy. It took a while, but I think you're finally on the right path and I see the way you look at that young lady, so do me a favor and hold on to her because you won't find another like her. This kind of thing only happens once in a lifetime. And a piece of advice for you; I know you've got her, but treat her like you're still trying to win her."

He listened closely to his grandmother's words. Her advice was always great. She definitely knew what she was talking about.

"I'm definitely going to hold onto her, for as long as I can. We've only been officially together for about a week but we started off so strong and our friendship was so great before that. Words just can't describe how amazing she is."

Imogen looked pleased with his response. "I am so proud of you. I just wanted to slap you sometimes, dating these girls that you had absolutely no feelings for whatsoever. It must have been tiring."

He laughed. "Yeah it was, but thanks Imogen."

"Don't mention it, I'm just glad to see you genuinely happy again."

He nodded just as Maya came back into the room, putting her phone back in her pocket. She looked at both of them before sitting back down.

"I'm sorry about that. My mom was just telling me that dinner would be ready soon."

Imogen looked at her watch. "Oh, I didn't realize how late it was. You guys head on home for dinner."

Kyle looked at his watch to see that it was almost eight. He didn't even notice how long they'd been there. He was just so comfortable that he forgot about the time.

Imogen stood up and motioned for them to follow her. He took Maya's hand in his again and followed Imogen until she came to a stop at the front door. She glanced down at their clasped hands and smiled.

"You two be well now."

Kyle kissed his grandmother on the cheek before opening the door.

"Are you going to be okay?" He asked her.

She waved a dismissive hand. "Don't worry about me boy. Go on."

He shook his head. "I always worry about you Imogen."

Imogen rolled her eyes at him then turned to Maya. "It was so nice to finally meet you. Come visit me again yeah?" She gave her a small hug.

Maya nodded. "Of course I will Imogen. I still have more recipes to share with you."

"Sounds like a plan."

They gave her one last goodbye before leaving out of the door.

.o.O.o.

Maya continued to hold Kyle's hand as they walked back to his car. After a moment he let go to open her door for her. She slipped into the seat and waited for him to get in. When he pulled off, he looked at her and smiled.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"Not at all actually."

She had to admit that she wasn't expecting it to go that smoothly. Imogen was definitely not a typical "kids these days" grandma. She was actually kind of cool. She reminded her of a cool aunt that let you get away with things your parents wouldn't. Kyle was lucky to have someone like that in his life. He told her about how Imogen was his "go to" person when he needed someone to talk to. It sucked that his parents weren't there for him like they should. Did they realize how much they were affecting him by leaving him in the dark? She'd only met Maryse once and that was pretty brief. She had no idea what Robert even looked like.

And what about Max. Did they know how he felt about being away from his siblings? She saw the way Max practically idolized Kyle. The way he looked up to him and worshiped him almost like he was a father figure. It was obvious that there were a few questionable actions taking effect. Were they isolating Kyle on purpose or was it just mere negligence? A slip of the mind? She just couldn't help that there was more to the story. There was always a reason behind these kinds of things. It was just confusing the hell out of her as to what it was.

Maybe Kyle knew the reason and just didn't want to talk about it. She was completely fine with that too; he didn't owe her anything. He would tell her if he wanted to or whenever he was ready. Holding things in was something she was familiar with. She couldn't expect him to come out with everything when she hadn't really opened up all too much either. Yeah, she told him about her past, but she left out significant information that could explain why she was having nightmares or why she was so closed off. It wasn't like she wanted to hold it all in, but she could never really seem to talk about it. No therapist could make her spit it out. Jocelyn knew because of her file and the things that she'd told her over the years, it was the same with Jon. They were the only people she had and trusted.

She felt like she was getting better everyday. Kyle was also really easy to talk to and when the time came, she could see herself opening up to him. She definitely trusted him, that was for sure.

"The silence is killing me, Angel."

Maya looked up to see that they were pulling into his driveway. Was she out of it the entire time? She could really get lost in her own thoughts.

"Sorry, I was just thinking."

He cut the engine and turned to her. "Is everything okay?"

She nodded, not wanting to worry him. "I'm fine, I promise. I just get to thinking sometimes and I kinda lose myself."

He smiled. "Do I happen to be in your scandalous daydreams?"

She snorted. "Scandalous? I'm not daydreaming about smut."

His smile turned into a smirk. "You sure you don't imagine me without a shirt, all sweaty with my lips on yours and my hands—"

"Okay!"

She imagined that her cheeks were the color of a fire hydrant by now. It wasn't like her to get all hot and bothered like that, but anything was possible with him. He had a weird way of doing things, but he was able to take her mind away from what was bothering her. It was like he always knew exactly what to say and when to say it. How he did it; she would never know.

He smirked. "But you didn't let me finish." His voice was low and it made her feel like the car was getting a lot hotter.

"I think it would be best if you kept it to yourself."

She didn't want to imagine where his hands would be because that would lead to. . . things. And by "things" she meant kissing the hell out of him right then and there. She'd never seen him without a shirt but after knocking into him countless times, she could guess that he was very toned.

He chuckled. "Whatever you say, Angel. Let me walk you to your door."

She nodded. "Okay."

They crossed the lawn until she was on the porch and he was on the bottom step. She was almost as tall as him that way. He smiled.

"So I'll see you tomorrow?"

She sighed dramatically. "Well, seeing as though we have school tomorrow, you have no choice."

He took the next step on the porch, forcing her to have to look up at him, and leaned in to her. His face was really close to hers.

"You're too damn smug." He shook his head and his arms instinctively wrapped themselves around her waist as he pulled her against him.

"And what are you going to do about it?" She said, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"This," he leaned down slowly then captured her lips with his. She sucked in a small breath as her eyes slipped closed. His lips were warm and smooth against hers. Her hands moved up until they were in his hair, the soft strands curling around her fingers.

He pulled away all too soon, but didn't remove his arms from around her. His touch always made her feel warm inside. Warm inside? He really was turning her into a girl, but she didn't care. All she knew was that at that moment, with him, she was happy.

He reached his hand up and swiped the back of it across her cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow, Angel. Have a good night sleep." He brought his lips to her cheek and slowly backed away from her. "Dream of me, yeah?"

He walked across the lawn to his house, a lazy smile on his face. She let out the breath she was holding and opened the door. Her heart stammered against her ribcage. She shut the door and leaned against it. He made her feel so giddy, it was so stupid how she couldn't stop smiling. But for some reason she didn't want to.

AN: Have a nice weekend, loves :)

~A