A/N: I was asked to continue. Can't promise there will be anymore than this, but here is another random drabble. I wanted someone to write the reaction of Anwar's mother (priceless) but no one seems to have done it. If anyone has then please point me in that direction. =)

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"…and I was so worried, Anwar, and you didn't even have the decency to call and tell me… I thought you had been kidnapped or murdered or something… wanted to call the police… luckily that girl friend of yours told me she'd seen you with Maxxie getting on a bus… rang Maxxie's parents… completely irresponsible… know you are upset… worried me so much I'm getting more greys… come home right now… London is a dangerous place, Anwar, with stabbing and terrorist attacks and drugs…"

Anwar sighed with boredom. He was lying on the bed with his head propped up on his arm and the phone was lying a few feet away. His mother had been ranting for what seemed like the last hour and he had eventually given up trying to respond.

Maxxie walked out from the bathroom with his towel slung low on his hips. His eyes were wide with disbelief. He glanced over at James, who had his iPod plugged in and his music going so loud that Anwar could hear it. This had all been an attempt to drown out Anwar's mother while Maxxie took his shower before they could leave.

"Yes," James said, pulling out his earphones and correctly interpreting Maxxie's face, "she is still going." He looked over at Anwar. "Is she ever going to stop?"

"I told you," Anwar replied. "Forty-six year old Pakistani woman… You try– "

"–saying no to her," Maxxie and James chorused.

"Well," Anwar said, "I did say no and look what happened."

He looked back at the phone.

"…horrible crime rates… rising every day… you're in such danger…"

"Does she think Bristol is the paradigm of all good then?" James asked with a snort.

"I don't know, man," Anwar replied, heaving another sigh.

"And drugs and crime," Maxxie repeated, smirking. "What did she think we were up to there?"

James laughed. He then asked, "Maxxie, come on, get ready. Auditions. I've got to go to work so if you want to get the train together."

Maxxie shuffled over to find his clothes, putting a hand on his sliding towel. As he passed James, the brown haired boy reached out and Anwar adverted his eyes to avoid seeing James copping a feel. Really, living here had destroyed any last vestiges of his innocence. His poor, poor mind was scarred irreparably…

"and then… hang on… Anwar… are you listening? Anwar!"

"Yes, Mum," Anwar said dutifully, picking up the phone. "I'm here."

"Well good! I thought you'd run off! Anyway, as I was saying, you better be on the next train back here or I'm coming to look for you! Maxxie's Dad told me the address and your father found it on that google map thing he's so fond of. Mark my words, Anwar…"

Anwar glared at Maxxie, who paled.

"Traitor!" he whispered.

Maxxie avoided his gaze guiltily. He protested, "My Mum wanted to come and say hello! I couldn't say no…"

Anwar narrowed his eyes.

"Sorry!" Maxxie squeaked.

Anwar had a feeling the squeak had less to do with a guilty conscience, and more to do with James's roving hands, so he increased the intensity of his glare. Back-stabber.

"So what do you say Anwar?" his mother asked him. "Hmm? Are you going to be sensible now?"

"Look, Mum, I'll come back at the end of the summer holidays. I could even go back to college…"

"End of the summer holidays! Do you hear yourself? End of the summer holidays! And what do I do until then? Grow a full head of grey worrying about you on your own in London! My baby boy!"

"Mum," Anwar groused, "I'm not your baby boy. Besides, I'm not alone. Maxxie and James are here!"

"Ah, yes, Maxxie," Anwar's mum said.

Anwar expected her to rant about Maxxie's bad influence. He was disappointed.

"And how is Maxxie then?" his mother said fondly. "Such a lovely boy. Has he been getting some good auditions? His mother was telling me all about his dancing. Now, I say to myself, why can't Anwar be more like Maxxie. He always respects his parents and he is so nice to his mother, unlike my son!"

"What?" Anwar practically screeched. "Maxxie is in London too, and you are OK about that?"

This was a mistake. His mother switched moods instantly back to raving and angry.

"Anwar! Do not take that tone with me! Maxxie is a good boy and asked the permission of his parents before he went off! I worry for him too, but Maxxie is a lot less troublesome than you, Anwar, and he has that boyfriend to take care of him!"

Oh, James was taking care of Maxxie all right, Anwar thought in mild disgust, but he didn't think that was what his mother was referring too.

"Besides, he is pursuing his dreams and not just… bumming around… like you! Now, is Maxxie there right now? Pass the phone to him."

"Maxxie," Anwar said, holding out the phone. "Mum wants to talk to you."

Maxxie pulled away from James. He readjusted his towel with a red blush on his face and accepted the phone.

"Hi Mrs Kharral…. Yeah, things are going really well… Thank you! Yes… I know… I agree… I'm really sorry about this… Thanks! I will… OK…"

Maxxie wandered off. Anwar stared after him.

"What?" Anwar said, his voice embarrassingly high pitched. "She's lovely to him!"

He mouthed several very descriptive expletives. James sniggered.

"Shut up, you," Anwar said, pointing crossly at James. "My mother thinks your boyfriend is a saint and it is not funny! It's unfair, that's what it is!"

James kept laughing.

Maxxie walked back into the room, still talking to Anwar's mother with a smile on his face.

"Yeah, definitely… Have you tried that new one? Yes… Oh, that's a shame… Anyway… Yeah, sure I'll give you back to Anwar…"

"No!" Anwar mouthed, waving his arms desperately. He hissed, "I've gone to the toilet! I'm not here!"

Maxxie rolled his eyes and handed Anwar the phone. "Like she won't wait for you to come out the bathroom."

Anwar glared at Maxxie. And Maxxie called himself Anwar's best friend…

"Hello," he said grudgingly.

The ranting started again. Anwar flopped back onto his bed and covered his eyes with his hand.

"Bye, Anwar!" Maxxie whispered.

He and James were changed and ready by the door. Both were still laughing as they left. Anwar gave them the finger, which only made them laugh harder. Traitors. Great, big, hairy, effing traitors.