Requested by tomfeltonlover1991; she's awesome and so are her stories.


"Hey Maya," 15-year-old Tristan Milligan giggled as he let his best friend, Maya Matlin, in. The small blonde smiled back at him and walked in, setting her overnight bag on the couch. She was sleeping over at Tristan's house with Tori while her parents were out of town. Katie had insisted on Maya being out of the house because Jake was coming over so Tristan said that she could stay with him for the night and in the morning his older brother would give them a ride to school.

"Hey, Tris. Is Tori here yet?"

"Yeah, she's upstairs. C'mon, you can bring your stuff," he pulled her up the stairs, towards a large bedroom covered with posters of Lady Gaga and Madonna. Tori was already sitting on the bed in her grey pajama bottoms with pink polka dots and pink tank top, reading a Teen Vogue magazine.

She looked up from the magazine and grinned at Maya, "Maya, come take this quiz! It's a What Kind of Guy is for You quiz. I got the bad boy type," Tristan rolled his eyes, "and Tris got the romantic."

"Fine," Maya sighed and hopped up next to Tori on the bed while Tristan fished through his CDs to find one for them to listen to. Maya answered the questions honestly, even though she thought the quiz was ridiculous, and Tori started laughing.

"What? What's so funny?" Maya crossed her arms over her chest and pouted.

"You got a tie between the romantic and the jock," Tori laughed, "and you are the most anti-jock girl I know." It was true; Maya absolutely hated jocks, especially ones like Mike Dallas and Luke Baker; they were arrogant airheads who had no respect for girls and Maya couldn't stand them.

"Hey, Tris-" Maya's head snapped up as Tristan's older brother, Owen, opened the door, "Oh, sorry, I didn't know you had guests."

"It's fine, Owen. It's just Tori and Maya," Tori waved at Owen and he sighed, "What'd you need anyways?"

"I just wanted to know if you wanted pizza for dinner or if you actually wanted me to cook but I guess since you have guests-"

"Pizza sounds fine." Owen nodded and quickly shut the door. He's cute, Maya thought as he fled from the room. Stop it, Maya, he's your best friend's brother! Yeah, his cute older brother, the voice inside her head argued and she sighed. She could never have Owen; he was Tristan's brother and he happened to be four years older than her. There was no way he'd ever be interested in a niner; he probably had a beautiful girlfriend who was actually his age.

"Maya. Earth to Maya," Tori's hand waved in front of her face, snapping her out of her thoughts.

"Oh, sorry," she blushed, "Just spaced out for a second, I guess," Tori giggled and shook her head as her phone buzzed, "Is that the Zig Man," Maya snickered and Tori stuck out her tongue and answered the FaceTime call.

"Hey, Ziggy!"

"Hey, T," he yawned and Maya chuckled, slipping out of the room for a glass of water. She wandered down the stairs, hoping to find the glasses in one of the kitchen cabinets, but had no such luck. Sighing, she headed back upstairs to ask Tristan to help her. She got upstairs and, realizing she didn't know which room was Tristan's, picked a random door and opened it.

"Hey, Tris, I can't find the cups-" she stopped when she noticed where she was and her eyes widened. Her eyes fell on the shirtless figure in the middle of the room, lifting weights, and she gulped. Owen.

"Well I'm not Tristan but I can help you," Owen chuckled and Maya blushed, averting her eyes as he stood up. She followed him downstairs quietly and tried not to stare as he opened a cabinet and pulled down a glass, his back and arm muscles rippling as he did so.

"Here you go," he handed her the glass and she got a full view of his toned chest and six pack, "and Tristan's room is on the right," he winked at her and jogged up the stairs to his room.


Maya sat in French class, thinking about Owen and that night at Tristan's house. Owen had been so nice to her, especially considering he was a jock and played on the same hockey team as Dallas and Luke, and he didn't laugh when she got lost and couldn't get the water glass down. But he was a senior and everyone at Degrassi knew seniors never dated freshmen, especially freshmen like her.

"Hey, Maya," her new friend, Campbell Saunders, grinned at her as he sat down. Cam just moved to Toronto from Kapuskasing and the two of them had connected immediately.

"Hey, Cam."

"What's wrong? You look like someone just killed your puppy," he raised his eyebrows and she smiled.

"Nothing. It's just that the guy I like is never going to be into me," she sighed.

"Oh come on, Maya, that's crazy! He'd be crazy not to like you," he grinned, "Who is it?"

She bit her lip nervously, "He's on your hockey team actually."

"Is it Dallas," she shook her head, "Luke?"

"Ew no!"

He frowned and thought for a second before his eyes widened, "You like Owen?" She blushed as several people turned to stare at them and smacked his arm before nodding discreetly. He smirked and turned to look at her.

"So are you going to tell him?"

"What? No," their teacher scoffed and frowned at them, making them turn bright red and apologize quickly in French, "Cam, I can't. He's a senior."

"So? Maya, you're amazing; you're funny, pretty, and smart. There's no way he wouldn't like you."

"So what do I do?"

"Get to know him," Cam shrugged, "I don't know, ask Tori."


"Hey, Maya, right?" Owen grinned down at her as she walked in.

"Yeah."

"Cool, Tris is upstairs," he nodded and headed back to the living room as she made her way up the stairs to Tristan's room. She and Tristan hung out upstairs for a while, watching Mean Girls and Another Cinderella Story but all Maya could think about was the tall, dark haired boy downstairs.

"Maya," Tristan snapped his fingers in front of her face, "Hello? You've been spacing on me all day. I asked if you wanted to spend the night."

"Oh," Maya jumped slightly, "um yeah sure. Sorry, I've just had a lot on my mind today."

"Uh huh, sure," Tristan rolled his eyes, "You like someone, don't you," Maya blushed and he gasped, pointing at her, "You so do! Who is it? C'mon, Maya, you have to tell me; I'm your best friend!" Maya just shook her head stubbornly; she couldn't tell Tristan, he'd freak! Tori had already freaked out when she told her, she didn't want Tristan to as well.

"Is it Cam?" Maya shook her head again; Cam was really sweet but they were just friends.

"Ooh, is it Zig?"

"What? No! Zig loves Tori," Maya squeaked, blushing, "and I could never do that to her."

"Then who is it," he pouted, "I promise I won't tell anyone, even Tori!"

"No, Tris, it's embarrassing," Tristan stuck out his bottom lip and pouted for a good three minutes before Maya finally caved, "Fine, but you have to promise not to freak out."

"Promise!"

"Okay, I like..." she gulped, "Owen." Nobody said anything for a few minutes and Maya bit her lip, avoiding eye contact with Tristan. Then, all of a sudden, he laughed.

"Of course you do!"

"What?"

"Tori like Owen when we were in like sixth grade," he grinned at her, "so I'm used to it. I think you should totally go for it, Maya."

"But won't it be weird seeing me date your brother."

"Not really," he shrugged, "especially since I at least know you. I didn't know any of his other girlfriends very well; they were either cheerleaders or club girls that he and Fitz hung out with." Oh, Maya bit her lip nervously, that's the type of girl he likes. He'll never like someone like me.

"Hey, Tris, will you give me a makeover?"

"Uh, Maya, I think Tori's the one you want for that."

"Then let's call her." And so they did; Tori showed up at the Milligan house twenty minutes later with several outfits and a large makeup box.


Thirty minutes later, Maya looked like a completely different person. Tori had given her a total makeover; her bouncy, blonde curls were freshly curled and pulled up on top of her head in a tight ponytail. Tori had given her a dark smoky eye with thick, black cat eye eyeliner, a light pink blush, and rosy lipstick.

"Wow," was all Tristan said as he stared at her. She was wearing a tight, light blue, sleeveless top with a black, leather skater skirt attached and black wedges.

"Hey, Maya, do you need-" Owen popped in just then and took one look at Maya before narrowing his eyes at Tori and Tristan, "What the Hell is she wearing?"

"A dress," Tori chirped, beaming at him.

"That," he pointed at Maya's outfit, "is not a dress! That is a slutty stripper costume that belongs in the garbage. And what is all that stuff covering her face? She looks like a whore!" By that point, the tears Maya had been trying to keep from spilling out of her eyes were running down her cheeks.

"I think I have to go," she grabbed her clothes from the bed and shoved past Owen, running down the stairs to the bathroom where she scrubbed off all the makeup and threw on her ripped black jeans and her tie dye tank top. She tore off the heels she was wearing and quickly shoved her feet into her scuffed up Converse so she could leave. As she finished changing, she heard a soft knock at the door.

"Go away, Tristan," she shouted, despite the fact that she was in his house.

"Well I'm not Tristan," came the familiar response, though it sounded less teasing this time, "so maybe you could open up?" Her hair was still up in the high ponytail and she didn't have her glasses on so you could tell she had been crying.

She pulled the door open and glared up at him, "What?"

"Maya-"

"I know. I was stupid to think you'd ever be interested in a girl like me."

He stepped a little closer to her and smirked, "Oh I am definitely interested," he leaned down and kissed her, gently pulling the ponytail holder out of her hair so he curls fell down around her shoulders as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, "but only in you, not whatever that was," he grinned as he pulled away, placing a soft kiss on her forehead.


My first attempt at Mowen. If anyone wants any one shots, just comment with what pairing and possible ideas. Thanks!

Madame Degrassi