Sometimes I feel like I'm made of porcelain, like I'm too good, if that makes sense. I wish one person would get that ... that it's not that easy to be like this. I want the whole world to see that i'm not good. That it was all just plain good luck and i'm dying for it to end and questioning when it really will.

"Right, this has gone on for too long, i absolutely love your skirt, why do you always find the perfect clothes?"

"I don't always find good clothes, i mean would ya look at the clothes Aunt Martha gave me last year, perfect and gorgeous but i didn't choose them!" I exclaimed, widening my eyes and slowly batting my eyelashes to look just a tad more innocent and i think it worked. Oh wait this was Maya who never got fooled.

"Sneaky Matthews", she paused examining her broken fingernails adding tremendously to my already curious curiosity, "Oh you know working the eyelashes,"

God why on Earth does she know what i think?

"Mathews, you underestimate me, didn't you think i'd know what you were doing by know?" She asked, grinning lazily.

"But howwwww" i asked dragging the 'w'.

" Remember the day we met him and you fell onto his lap and i taught you how to flirt, i quote " Bat the eyelashes Riley, not so fast that they think you've got something in your eye but not so slow that they think you've been cast in a slow action movie", naughty Mathews", at this point she squinted her eyes and shook her head at me, "you're growing up to be a naughty girl."

"Whatever Maya," i flippantly replied as i inwardly cringed at my lack or rather choice of comebacks, "I really didn't choose the clothes"

"Yes you did!"

"What?" I asked confused, i definitely did NOT choose them.

"Yes you did, remember Christmas last year?"

"Ohhh" i murmured to myself more than to her and bit back my tears as reality once again set in.

Topanga POV

" Lawrence," i asked as sweetly as i could , forcing a smile that made me insides hurt, "why don't you come you come over for tea one day?"

"Meh i'd love to but'" he paused trying to add emphasis, "i don't think you really mean it." He sneaked a look at me trying to see if i would give in.

"What are you talking about?" Deciding whether i really should give in or pester him even more. I decided on the latter.

I asked him again softly" Are you sure? We really would love to have you."

"We?" He asked as his eyes strangely softened.

"Yeah," i said bobbing my head up and down earnestly, pleased he seemed to be considering it, we had to stop this rivalry, "my husband and I."

His eyes hardened as he abruptly stood up, "Fine."

I quickly stood up flustered, "Ok see you on Saturday. 2 o' clock?" I asked hopefully. I honestly had to say it did hurt when he didn't even answer. What i really that bad?