Page 34 of Conflicting Lyrics
The more work I did in my media classes, the more ideas I had to help Maya and her social media presence. So I presented the idea of me being her social media manager and as she becomes bigger, her overall manager.
She’s not a very trusting person when it comes to her career, her parents, and I being the only ones who know who Marie Day really is. So it makes sense to hire me instead of some stranger.
But with her anxiety, she’s very big on not wanting to be a burden on people.
That's why she’s looking at me right now with a guilty expression.
“I don’t wanna put you out.”
I wish she could see how much she wasn’t. “You're not! I offered. It was my idea. I’m the one who's pressuring you into hiring me. Pick me. Chooose meeeee,” I pout.
Partly why I’m pushing so hard is because I want to help my friend do the best she can and see her succeed. But the other part is because I’ve seen how much stress she’s been under.
It’s been eating at her. She’s been having more panic attacks lately, and she’s more anxious than normal when we’re out in public; seeing her being so hard on herself hurts me.
She’s my best friend. Someone who means a lot to me. So if I can take some of that weight off her shoulders and help, I want to.
“Are you sure?” She chews on her lower lip.
“Never been so sure about anything in my life. I promise you, Maya, I’m so damn excited to do this.” And I am. I wasn't kidding about the list of ideas I had.
“Fine,” she sighs after a moment, and I squeal with excitement. She holds up a hand. “But…”
“No buts,” I groan.
“But… I need to pay you. You’re not doing this for free.”
I open my mouth to protest because I don’t want to take her money, but she gives me an evil glare that saysIf you don't accept this, the answer is going to be no.
“Fine,” I sigh dramatically. “If my sugar mama wants to pay me, who am I to say no?”
That has her smiling and shaking her head again.
“You're too much.”
“And you fucking love it,” I retort.
“Yeah.” She smiles softly, nodding her head. “I do.”
“Before this becomes a love fest, let’s get out of here.” I stand.
“Where are we going?” She frowns up at me. “We have class soon.”
“You sure about that?” I grin. “I was thinking we'd go see that new horror movie that was just released.”
Her eyes light up. “It’s out!? How did I not know that?”
“Because I’m glued to my phone, and you're glued to that computer. Unless it’s about your books, you know nothing about the world, my sweet summer child. That's okay, you have me, and I won’t let it pass you by.”
Grabbing her things, she gets to her feet excitedly. “Fuck it. I already have all my work done for my next class anyways.”
“That's my girl.” I wrap my arm around her. “Also, really? Already?”
“Of course.” She looks at me like there's no other answer.
“Wanna do mine too?” I bump her hip with mine playfully.
“Nope.” She laughs. “Because there’s no way anyone would believe the work I did was done by you.”
