Pluto chpt.1
A/N: What can I say? This show took me by surprise. I was a very big fan of Boy meets world and just watched Girl Meets World recently. I finished the series in about a week and wrote this. I just couldn't stop lol. This pairing is just so beautiful. Warning, some angst early on.
Summery: Pluto isn't a planet anymore and all it took for Riley to realize is a late night encounter. Fluff. Rilaya, duh.
Disclaimer: This is a nonprofit FanFiction (Obviously). It's written purely for my amusement. I do not own Girl Meets World
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Who knows what true loneliness is - not the conventional word but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion. -Joseph Conrad
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Maya Hart began her morning like every other morning. Her mothers voice ringing out loud and obnoxiously in a rendition of some play or another. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence and frankly Maya didn't care to learn which aspect of art Katy Hart was butchering this morning. It wasn't very good.
Laying flat across her too small bed, head resting against an uncomfortable pillow; the blonde teen stared vacantly up against the dried, cracking ceiling.
It was a school night, not that her mother minded. The inconvenience of waking her only child hours before necessary never occurring to the woman. She didn't make breakfast nor did she say goodbye. The sound of their two bed room apartments door releasing a loud 'squelch' before being flung open then smacked shut.
"Bye mom." Maya's voice was quiet, solemn and barely heard even to her own ears.
The moment pasted like a whisper. The young teens words floating in and out of the empty room echoing and ricocheting like a mallet against her walls.
It wasn't long before the silence got to the young girl. It never was. Being alone even inside the building that was supposed to be her home made her uncomfortable. A lump embedding itself inside her throat slowly, painfully making its way toward her chest. Her limbs were twitching.
Whispers of the past reached Maya in the silence. Thoughts and feelings better left forgotten flooding to the surface. It made Maya jittery, jumpy in the empty solace that was supposed to be her room. She didn't like the past.
She had to get out. It was never a question of where but when. Her feet where already moving, bed sheets tossed carelessly aside onto the ground.
Scrambling to grab some clothes Maya made little to no effort to filter only picking the essentials; underwear, pants, shirt, shoes. In her state she was far too gone to care what was chosen, fashion taking a back seat. She just had to get out of the suffocating oppression that was this cell.
Throwing open her door, Maya took the three long steps it took to get to the kitchen. The blonde stopped just short of the door leading outside noticing the strip of light slipping through the refrigerator. A dark thought began to form, swirling in the emptiness and loneliness of this building.
Maya opened the dirtied door reaching into the far corner where she knew her mother kept it. Pulling back her hand a slender bottle of dark liquid came into view. Maya eyed the bottle for a second before opening the top taking a drink. Then another. And another, and another. And so on... In moments Maya had taken several large gulps, throwing the bottle into the trash.
The blonde stumbled a beat. Granted it wasn't the strongest of drinks it still dazed the girl. It didn't help the dark empty put inside her but it did manage to clear her thoughts just enough. Maya knew were she wanted to go.
Before long Maya was practically sprinting down the long aging hallway of her apartment building and flying out the front entrance. Boot clad feet smacking against the New York side walk 'clinking' loudly.
Maya's vision swayed fumbling her stride. Feet stumbling the blonde could no longer keep up her. She was starting to think she had made a mistake. Maya couldn't help but chuckle as a hand found a wall to stable herself. The tune of song on the tip of her tongue, "Days are better, Nights they are still so long." A horse choke escaped at the lyrics. How true they were.
Maya didn't often get like this. To the point of desperation. When it all became to much, her mom, her home, school, the fact that everyone she cared for seemed to run away . . . Sometimes it was just too much. Her mind shutting down, body moving on it's own.
The bright light of the neighboring deli was bright burning against the dark sky. Eyes drifting to the large neon sign glowing Maya felt her attention linger. Once a comfort the blinking light only serving as a reminder. It brought up memories of Riley staying over She had been so carefree and happy to show the girl her world. To be able to share this amazing sight as she fell asleep bringing them closer together.
It had been a mistake.
Not in the sense Maya regretted it, not at all. It was just different now. Her spot had been marred. Changed somehow by Riley's beautiful touch. Maya just couldn't see the beam of broken light searing through her window seal and not think of that wonderful moment.
Riley's first time over to her house had been magical. One of Maya's fondest memories, the look of absolute awe on her best friends face as her goofy grin was lite in light was the happiest Maya had ever felt... It was impossible to think of the dark little corner of her room as anything else. It only made the blonde long else where.
Blue eyes switched back and forth in quick succession over the slightest sound or movement. In the dead of night Maya didn't feel safe traveling the roads of this part of town. She didn't trust the ominous shadows lurking at each corner. This wasn't her home.
Of course, Maya knew what building she considered home. It was a warm place she was always welcome. Legs moved on autopilot, small feet clinking fast down the familiar streets leading to a place she knew so well.
It didn't take her long to reach her destination. It never did. The two didn't live very far away. It was a stark contrast to what a home was and what was simply a building.
Standing before her favorite building Maya eyed the ramp with a little trepidation. A little time had passed since her ill advised 'drink' and she was starting to feel it. She was whoosy, her head swimming in the warm of alcohol but she tried to gather herself.
Hands curling around the bitter cold metal beams leading to her best friends room Maya took a step. The metal clinging and shaking with each step as the blonde climbed home.
AN: So here is the first chapter to my newest story! Obviously this was a short chapter as will most be but the updates will be fast. It's just been something I've been wanting to do for a while now, to write a short fluff fic. It's a very big change up from my usual action fics. So please review and tell me what you thought!