After a half-hour of laying there and thinking, Jay heaved himself on his feet, then went over to the door that connected his rooms to Billys and opened it.

Billy was sitting on his bed, in the middle of taking his shirt off.

Jay felt his face go hot with embarrassment. “Oh! S-sorry!”

“No, no, it's fine.” Billy took the rest of his shirt off and beckoned for Jay to come closer.

Jay shut his door and stepped lightly over to Billy.

Billy stood up and walked closer to him, tipping his chin up and examining him. “You have freckles,” he observed with a smirk.

“Does it matter?” Jay asks sharply.

“Yes, it makes you cuter.”

“Oh, yes,” Jay’s voice was filled with sarcastic venom. “As long as I’m cute.”

Billy laughed. “Awww, you’re even cuter like this.”

“Do you wanna die!?” Jay retorted, trying to jerk away from Billys grasp.

“Oh, you’re threatening me??” Billy’s voice was smooth, just a purr. “Well then… I guess I should go and tell dad… Aw, the shortest time a maid as ever been a maid… I wonder how that’ll affect you~”

Jay froze, growling. “Are you… blackmailing me!?”

“Maybe,” Billy traced his finger on Jay’s shirt collar. “So… what were you saying??”

Jay opened his mouth, then closed it. Ugh!!! My parents are gonna be the death of me. “Nothing…” He hissed through gritted teeth.

“Good.” Billy purred.

Jay searched for something to say, so Billy wouldn't flirt with him any more than he is. “So… Your dad’s homophobic?”

Billy smirked. “How’d you guess?”

“I used my intuitive encephalon to figure it out.”

Billy blinked rapidly, Jay smirked, glad he was able to catch Billy off guard. “I seeeee…”

“So. Mr. Jones said that you have my outfit.” Jay pulled away from Billy, a hand on his hip.

“Oh, yes.” Jay saw Billy’s eyes travel to his hip, and Jay was highly conscious of his curves. He could feel Billys’ eyes cut into his thighs, and everything Jay was anxious about. Billy reached over to his dresser, and pulled out a bag, handing it over to the blonde. “Here you go, little maid,” he smirks. “Hope you like it.”

Jay shot a look toward him, then stalked over to the door, before he walked out, he glanced over his shoulder.

Billy was back over to his bed, throwing on another shirt, Jays’ eyes betrayed him as they flicked to Billy’s muscles before they disappeared over his shirt. Jay darted back into his room, shutting the door behind him.

He’s hot… Fun.

Jay set the bag down and sat on his bed, rubbing his forehead. He made sure the door was locked and laid down on the bed. Ugh… I'm already tired. He glanced at the bag on the corner of his room, uncertainty flowed through him. Didn't Mr. Jones say that everyone thought I was a girl? He bit his lip awkwardly. Eh, whatever. He sighed loudly.

It's not like I would look good in a dress.