"There you go, all better!" I wring out the towel into the blood splattered sink. The cloth has changed from a pearly white to deep rose red. I chuck it onto my cart through the doorway and pack up the first aid kit. "Have you finished whinging yet, you baby?" Tom opens his mouth in a I'm-offended-but-not-really way and punches playfully at my arm. He flushes the same colour as the dry blood on his top and picks at a hole in his jeans. "A nurse as well as a maid? You should put that on your CV." He teases, giving me a sideways glance and a raised eyebrow from his seat on the side of the bath.

"Pfft! You kidding me, the sight of blood usually makes me squeamish! Once, in one of my first Science lessons ever at a new school, we were dissecting sheep's lungs. At the very sight of them on the teachers desk I LITERALLY collapsed into my friends arms!" (Author: This happened IRL... I have a fear of blood BTW...) I laugh hysterically and perch next to Tom, my mind reminiscing my old life. With Sonny. Oh. I hadn't thought about him for ages. I flicker through school memories, like when our English teacher always thought I was Sonny and he was Sam. We never bothered to correct him and the hilarity always kept me going through long double lessons. I mean, I love English and all, but I prefer to express my thoughts and imagination through creative writing for an hour and a half rather than be lectured on Oxford commas.

"You're cute when you get distracted..." He drags me out of my train of thought to meet me eye to eye. He leans forwards and I jump up, surprised. "Umm, I think I should go." I save myself from this utter awkwardness and pace back to my cart in the bedroom. My mind is buzzing, did he just try to kiss me?! The maid? I am internally hyperventilating right now, but why did he do it? I'm not a game-lover like Amy, or a creative genius like Jess and I definitely don't have Helena's ambition. I know for a fact don't have Charlotte's undeniably beautiful figure. There are millions of girl who are better than me. I'm just, well, that exactly. Me. I'm just the maid. No, I must have just taken it the wrong way. Yep, he definitely doesn't like me.

"There you go again on one of your little brain wanders. But can I have a hug before you leave?" He pulls me out from my mind trail again and I look back over my shoulder at him. He's standing against the bathroom doorframe with his arms open wide. The plaster on his nose is peeling off to reveal the painful looking bruise and cut. I take one glance at his pained face and give in. I nod and as he lifts of the wall and comes closer. He wraps his arms all the way around me and pulls me against his chest, his cologne almost suffocating me. But it's worth it. His strong arms hold me as if he's protecting me. I feel safe from the evils of the world.

I'm reluctant when he loosens the hug, lingering next to him well after he lets go. He gives me a weak smile and walks straight past me to his bed without making any form of eye-contact. I confirm that he doesn't like me and push my cart out the room. Wandering down the halls, I think about the mixed signals he gave me. Just leave it Sam. It's not like you'll see him again - you don't even know his last name! I'm such an idiot! I bang my head against the trolley handle but the blow is softened by the towel stained with his blood. And it gives me an idea on how to see him again without seeming weird.

Author's note: 3k eyeballs on Housekeeping... Just how? Along with that and the 200 votes and 100 comments I mentioned previously, I also now have 70 followers. Just.... how? To celebrate this quadruple milestone, there's gonna be a Q&A, extremely original right? No... ok. Just post your comments and I'll answer them in an upcoming update. The video up top is the playlist I listen to whilst writing/editing. Also thinking about writing an agony aunt/advice book, but maybe further down the line. Is that something you'd like to see? Anyways, Byeyas!