Hi, this is the very first time I try to write a fanfiction. So go easy on me okay ;) And I wrote this way before there was gonna be the stupid triangle on the show.
She was woken up by the harsh sound of the rain.
The first thing she noticed was, she wasn't alone. A strong tan muscular arm wrapped around her naked waist. She could also feel somebody was breathing on her neck. She was afraid to turn around. Her mind wondered where the hell was she now. This room was not her small four walls room back in her leaking apartment. The last thing she remembered was that last night she dragged her goody two-shoes best friend to a senior party. If anything it should be Riley's tiny arm on her waist. But this arm was tan and double the sizes of hers. And if it were Riley, she wouldn't be naked right now. She loved the girl to the moon and back, but they were practically sisters.
Her heart started beating like crazy.
This could not be happening, she was not this type of girl. Contrary to popular believe she didn't like to spread her legs to anybody, even when she was drunk. But how could she not remember what the fuck happened last night.
The pounding in her head started to become more apparent. How many drinks did she had last night, then the feeling of someone twisting her stomach appeared. Great, now she wanted to vomit. She grabbed the thin blanket and headed toward the bathroom. Despite not knowing where she was, her feet were quick to locate where the bathroom was.
Warm putrid feeling rising up her throat, and she let out a retching noise. I swear I wont drink again. A thought that often came every time she had an hangover.
"Are you okay, Maya?"
Southern accent.
Shit…
He kneeled down beside her to gather her hair and held it up as she let out another retching sound. She flushed the disgusting liquid that came out of her and collected all the courages in the world to look him in the eyes. How could she be so stupid and hooked up with her best friend's kinda boyfriend.
"Lucas.."
"Still got the stomach flu huh?" He kissed her forehead before leaving the room. "Let's go downstairs, I'll make us some breakfast."
She was left with more confusion and regret. How come he was so calm.
She covered herself with a robe she found, hanging on the back of the bathroom's door. It must be Lucas' mom's. It fitted her perfectly. She got out of the bathroom and was stunned when she saw how big his house was. When they were in junior high, she went to his house once, to bake some muffins for a school project but it wasn't as big as this. She found the stairs, as she descended the stairs she saw picture of her and Lucas at what it seemed like their high school graduation ceremony, hanging perfectly on the brick walls. Her forehead crinkled in confusion, how could that be possible. They were still a sophomore in high school.
And she took another step then she found another picture of them framed neatly, but this time there was a golden retriever sitting between them. Another step she took, another of her falling asleep on a couch with the same dog. Another step, a closeup of Lucas kissing the top of her head. Another step, a group picture of them with Riley and Farkle at Topanga's. These picture were starting to freak her out. So she quickened her pace and found the kitchen.
She saw Lucas, hovering over the stove. He seemed so different, she couldn't pinpoint what made him different. Maybe his hair, he had less hair the last time she saw him. She was about to say something, when something tackled her down to the floor. It was the dog from the picture. It started licking her face, "Ew, ew! Get off of me you filthy animal!"
"Layla!" Lucas yelled and the dog got off of her. "Really babe, filthy animal?"
Babe?
"I know you're not feeling well and all but that's not the way you talk to her. You know she can understand you."
Her head could not comprehend any of these. "Whatever Huckleberry, would you just tell me what the hell happened last night? Did you spike my drink last night and how did we ended up in the same bed together I'm pretty sure you went home with Farkle last night before Riley and I. And who are those people in the pictures, they look like us but I'm not sure they are because I swear to God I have not experienced any of those—"
He looked bewildered and wide eyed. He wasn't sure what she was going with this, "Maya, are you feeling fine?"
She started to get frustrated, "I am not! Didn't you listen to any word I said, where am I right now and why are you with me right now?"
"Because I love you?" he said carefully.
"Why do you say crazy stuff like that?!"
He took a closer step toward her, "Maya, you're not making any sense right now. Is this because of the flu or the drugs side effect because I don't understand why are you freaking out?"
She looked at him, and could see he was as confused as her. "I need an umbrella."
"Where are you going?"
"Where is the umbrella, Ranger Rick?!" she started to lose her patient.
"It's in the shoes closet where you usually put all the umbrellas?" he answered, confused.
"Where is the shoe closet?"
"Next to your art studio. Maya, where the hell are you planning to go, you haven't eaten anything and I don't think you're in a good condition to go outside right now."
"For God's sake Lucas just get me the damn umbrella!"
He grabbed her one from the closet and handed to her. "You're still wearing a robe by the way, and just tell me where are you going please," he sighed.
"I'm going home," she said and she walked out through the front door.
Lucas watched her exiting the house and turned to the dog who was lying on the kitchen floor with her tongue out. "She's gonna make me lose my mind, ain't she Layla?"
…
It turned out Lucas' house was two block away from where the Matthews lived. She knocked on the door. As soon as the door opened, she saw a tall guy with curly hair wearing a white t-shirt and black vest. She couldn't believe her eyes, "Josh?"
He looked confused, "It's Auggie."
"Auggie?"
This was not Auggie.
Auggie was this little boy who was obsessed with pirates and gold fish. This was someone else. She closed her eyes and shook her head, trying to see if this was a dream. When she reopened her eyes, she was still standing in front of tall Auggie, on a robe and clutching to an umbrella.
"Who's at the door Augs?" She could hear Topanga's voice shouting from the kitchen.
There was a split second of hope that maybe everything was okay when she heard her voice.
"It's Maya mom," Auggie shouted back to her mother. "You coming in or not?"
She nodded and stepped foot at the familiar place.
"I'm going to school mom!" Auggie said before he left.
"Careful hun!"
Maya sat down on the brown couch and Topanga joined her a moment later. "Is there something wrong Maya?"
"I don't know.." she said. There were just too many questions she wanted to ask her, she just didn't know where to start. Instead she leaned on her shoulder and started crying.
Topanga caressed her hair, "Honey, is there something wrong with you and Lucas?"
"What is going on with me and Lucas? I just—what year is it now?"
"2027..?" she answered.
"This doesn't make any sense!" She yelled as she stood up. "This is like the worst hangover ever."
"Honey, I think you picked the wrong person to talk to. I don't understand what are you saying right now. Have you talked to Riley yet?"
"No, is she upstairs?"
Topanga's eyebrows knitted together. "Riley is at her house Maya. 25th Avenue 308 remember?" she asked her. "Are you okay, Maya?"
…
The rain stopped when she was in the middle of searching for Riley's house.
People started to look at her, a woman walking around in her robe in the middle of the busy street of New York was a rare thing.
She found the house where her best friend was supposed to lived. It was a typical Greenwich Village's house with red bricks walls and stairs leading to a navy blue wooden door. As she ringed the bell, she could not help feeling like she was betraying her by waking up next to Lucas. Or ending up with Lucas... Whatever was going on right now, it all happened in the wrong ways. Riley was supposed to be the one who'd end up with Lucas, they were the endgame. It was an unavoidable thing, they were bound to happen. She was not the type of girl who dared to mess around with fate. So whatever was happening right now didn't make any sense at all.
And how the hell did she end up ten years in the future.
Riley was the last person she remembered she was with at the party, maybe she was experiencing the same thing.
The pounding from this morning started to come back again, followed by the same warm putrid feeling on her throat. Oh no.
And when the door was opened, she let it all out.
"What a warm hello," Riley said in her deadpan voice.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me today," she admitted.
"Come on in, I'll make you something to make your nausea better," Riley took her hand and dragged her inside. "Lucas called me an hour ago, he was worried sick about you. He said you might come here and he was right."
The inside of Riley's house was rustic and simple, they were a lot of spaces to run around, but still her house was a lot smaller compared to the house she woke up in. She shook the thought away. As she followed Riley to the kitchen, she noticed something was poking out from her pocket.
"What's in your pocket?"
She took it out of her back jeans pocket, "Oh it's the new baby monitor for Rosie. Very small and light. I just bought it yesterday, forty percent off! I'll tell you the place later."
"Rosie?"
Riley frowned, "Your Goddaughter and my ten month old child?" The look that she gave her, confirmed that this Riley—was older Riley. Maya instantly took a look around her kitchen, and found a purple stroller next to the fridge and everything was perfectly baby-proofed.
She could not take it anymore. She didn't understand why was she the only one experiencing this. "I'm gonna tell you something Riley. But please don't freak out or look at me like I'm crazy okay?"
"What is it?"
"I'm not Maya," she started. "I mean, I'm not the Maya you know and recognize. I think I'm stuck at some stupid alternate universe because the last time I remember that we were at some stupid senior party and we were still sophomores in high school. But this morning I woke up with Lucas next to me at some place I don't even know. And then I met tall Auggie who I thought it was Josh and your Mom she still looks the same—and so maybe everybody was pranking me or something but then told me it's 2027 and now I'm freaking out and confused as fuck."
Riley bursted into laughter, "Maya, you don't make any sense!"
"I'm telling you the truth Riles," Maya exclaimed. "There must be something wrong with me. I might be sick cause the pounding on my head seems to be permanent, how could I not remember anything that happened after that party. Did we even go to that party when we were sophomores or it was just a mere thought of my imagination, am I sick or got diagnosed with some type of amnesia?"
Riley took out a glass of lemonade from the fridge, and handed to her, "We did. Remember that my parents grounded us for nearly a month because we snuck out and got wasted. That was where I met Charlie for the first time, and the next morning I told you that I might be attracted to somebody else beside Lucas. But you're fine Maya, I took you to the doctor yesterday."
So the party did happen. But how can she didn't remember the part about Lucas.
"I know that we snuck out, and then went back to your house after that it's all blank."
Riley started to grow concern, "Have you eaten this morning?"
"I haven't but I don't think that matters."
"It matters Maya!" Riley raised her voice. "You need to eat small meals in between two hours."
"Do you seriously think I would make up something like this? This is serious Riles, so I'm sorry is my eating schedule doesn't really matter to me right now!"
"Maya, I think it's normal for you to forget some things especially right now," she explained. "In your first trimester you would easily get confused or forget about things or have like a sort of panic attack. It's nothing serious, peaches."
"What are you talking about?"
"Have you even told Lucas about it?"
"About me forgetting stuff?"
"No peaches, about your stomach flu."
Now she was the one that was left confused.
"You're three weeks along, remember?"
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