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Crack.

And another one.

"Couldn't we just wait until dawn?" He murmured.

"No, I'm worried." Riley said.

"She's eighteen for God's sake."

"She's eighteen but she didn't answer my calls nor my texts, I haven't seen her in a week and I know that girl enough to realize when something's wrong." Riley said it all in a single breath so Farkle had no choice but to sigh in defeat and nod.

Crack.

I lifted one foot from the emergency stairs to stop this cracking noise but it was almost impossible as I can barely see anything. It was coal black and Riley's flashlight was the only thing that guided us at the moment.

"I'm anxious too." I admitted. It's been a while since we last saw Maya, she'd become so distant and none of us could think of a proper reason. We barely interacted since graduation, I didn't even know she moved out two weeks ago until Riley told me. I kind of thought we were getting along now I'm just doubting it. Come to think of it, She stopped showing up at the bakery for a few weeks and gradually, she stopped replying to our texts.

"Her window's open." Riley said as she crawled inside, me following her.

"Maya?" I called out as soon as I entered. When Farkle turned the lights on, I was in shock. Everything was a mess. Her bed was unmade, piles of clothes were everywhere, her art books were scattered all across the floor as if a hurricane hit her room. "Is she even here?"

"I don't think so." Farkle said, exiting her bedroom, followed by the rest of us. The rest of her apartment was neat but you could easily tell that this place was empty and that no one's staying here. He walked a few steps ahead of us.

"Where on earth is she?" Riley asked. I shrugged, my eyes travelling all around her apartment, scanning each object I can see to believe what was going on.

This couldn't be real. She can't just disappear off the face of the earth.

"The front door was left open." Farkle appeared again.

Riley's eyes were wide open "She's gone." A few seconds passed in silence. "We really need to find anything." She said.

"Why don't we ask her neighbors? Farkle looked at her "Maybe they know something." He asked. Riley nodded, sighing as she walked her way out of the apartment.

"Lucas, you coming?" Riley turned to me. I shook my head no "I think I'll be staying here." I said "I'll try and find something."

When Riley and Farkle left the apartment, I started walking around. I am pretty sure that her room is too messy to find anything in so I just started wandering around the place. I looked at her kitchen's counter and I found an unfinished cup of coffee, beside it was a crumpled piece of paper.

I started walking towards the counter and took hold of the white paper I found, I straightened it with my left hand's palm as much as I could so that I could read what was written inside it.

Dear Ranger Rick,

You and I both know how I'm such a sarcastic human being so you know how hard this is for me, right?

I don't like writing, I never will.

Meeting you was the worst thing that ever happened to me. You, Texas charmer, walked inside the big city when we were just 7th graders. You made friends within the first week of your arrival and my best friend was already crushing on you. And because I'm a Clutterbucket and Clutterbuckets always have to fuck things up. I fucked up and had to like you. Out of all the people I have ever met in my life, I had to like YOU.

Everybody knows that you and Riley are the next Cory and Topanga. Even I know that and that's what hurts the most. My role in Riley's life is to be the most loyal best friend I could ever be because she gave me so much and my loyalty is what she took back. My role is being her maid of honor when you two get married. My role is being the godmother of your future child. That's what everybody expects. I can't veer off the script and like you. That's the most dreadful action somebody could ever do to a person like her.

And It's too much, watching you two together become the perfect couple, watching everyone becoming successful and I'm still the Maya you met back when we were 13. Riley liked you and you liked her while I liked a guy who was 3 years older than me and didn't like me back. And when I finally grew up and moved on, I had to like my best friend's boyfriend. Perfect plot for a cliche movie.

I thought I was different. I thought I was the only girl that has met you and didn't fall for you and I swear on god I spent nights, trying to convince myself that you are a terrible person, trying fall out of love with you. But what can I say? You're a beau.

The point is (because I'm rambling), you and Riley are meant to be together. I'm not in this romantic love story. And New York is a place for successful people, not Clutterbuckets. That's why I'm now trying to find a place where I can proudly be one.

Riley, if you're the one reading this, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being the worst best friend. I'm sorry for every second I thought of your Ranger Rick. I'm sorry that I left. You guys would never understand what I went through for the past few years. And congratulations, you moved in with him. Don't you ever pick up a southern accent though.

Because you two are perfect and I'm not.

And because my love life is sabotaged.

Yours dearly,

A Clutterbucket.

It took me a few seconds after reading this to recap what she wrote. Everything was spinning around me. If this was just another day, Maya would suddenly appear, followed by Riley and Farkle, to tell me that this is just a prank and that I'm not her type. But today is the day she left. Riley's freaking out, Farkle's confused, I am devastated. This was definitely not a prank.

And how I'm whispering that this isn't true is freaking me out. I never thought that I'd wake up on a day that 'our' game would be over.

Yet it happened.

"Lucas." Riley's voice made me jump in surprise. My thoughts were interrupted but as soon as I heard her voice, the hand that was holding the paper had stuffed it into my pocket. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." I quickly said. "I'm just trying to convince myself that it's not a nightmare or something." I scoffed. She didn't reply.

"The neighbors know nothing. They haven't seen her in a few days." Farkle soon joined in, I rolled my eyes, we all saw it coming.

"Riley, what's wrong?" When I looked at her, she turned her back on me. I couldn't see her face but I am certain that I heard her sobbing. "Riley, it's okay." I said as I walked closer to her.

"No it's not." She yelled, tears streaming down her face. "Didn't she put in mind how her sudden disappearance would hurt us? Would hurt me?"

"Maybe she had to leave." Farkle said.

"She could have at least told me why." Riley faced him. "I would never judge her for anything. We were best friends." I gave Riley a hug because I'm guessing she needed one. She let herself cry as soon as I hugged her which proves that I guessed correctly. Farkle let out a sigh and closed his eyes.

She pulled away "I'm sorry." She whispered as she wiped away the tears she just cried.

A few minutes later, an irritating silence was alive in the room we were standing in but then Farkle looked at me.

"Anything noticeable here?"

"No."

A/N: I know, it's short, it sucks but here's to nothing. I was thinking that I could turn it into a story if this chapter earned a certain number of reviews. I kind of like the plot but I'm not sure if you guys like the way I write.

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