A/N: Hello all. So this is my first story in the world of GMW. I was obsessed with BMW as a child and I absolutely adore GMW. But the shipping wars are mad and I really hope the show doesn't end because of that. Anyways I do love the possibility of Josh and Maya. I've been reading a lot of great stories with Josh and Maya and other characters on the show which inspired me to write my own version of what happens after the whole Ski Lodge episode. I don't know how long this story will be. I'm actually writing it on a whim and seeing where it takes me. I'm not a perfect writer so I'm sorry if there are grammatical errors and what not. Anyways onto the story! Please leave a review of your thoughts and don't hesitate to message me for any questions. Thanks!

Disclaimer: I don't own GMW or any of the scenes that happen in the show.

Maya Hart

"You once said you were playing the long game?" Josh asked me quirking his eyebrow up curiously.

I couldn't help but stare into his beautiful blue eyes for a moment before answering.

"I like you, Josh." I sighed, not breaking eye contact with those baby blues. "It's you, I like."

For a brief second, I could see the wave of relief and realization in his eyes. And I felt my heart pounding against my chest, awaiting his response.

"I like you too," he finally admitted and I swear I could hear the 'awe' and 'ooh's' around me, but I knew it was all just in my head. For the longest time, I tried to convince myself that this wasn't real and it was just a fantasy, it could never happen.

I came to that realization after visiting him at NYU at the dorms. But right here, right now? It's like all that 'hope is for suckers' crap is all out the window. First my mom and Shawn. And now me? I couldn't help the grin that had formed on my face from this newfound hope and happiness.

"And I never want you not to be in my life," he finished. I try to hide my grin but that only led to me biting my lip nervously at what was actually happening. Especially with him staring at me like that, it was hard to not contain the goo inside me.

I hope Riley didn't give me her 'gooey sap disease.'

"So, how about we try this?" Josh started to speak, but the gooey sap disease didn't let him finish.

"Boyfriend and girlfriend right now!" I blurted out, not being able to contain the eagerness of these feelings.

"No." Josh shook his head. If it weren't for his teasing smirk I would have lost all hope right, then and there.

"Boyfriend and girlfriend, eventually?" I stated hesitantly. I bit my lip again, trying my best to not sound insecure. But when Josh looked away I couldn't help but notice the slight redness on his face. Was it just me? Or did I have the same effect on him that he had on me? I grinned even wider at this newfound information.

"You're not saying no," I said teasingly. "You have to say something."

Josh covered his face with his hand, rubbing his temple at my teasing. I could tell he was feeling slightly bashful. He was trying his hardest not to let out a laugh, but failing miserably at it.

"I'll play the long game," his voice cracked. He lifted his hand from his face, giving me a playful, yet exasperated look. But once again staring into his baby blues, he became somewhat serious.

"Live your life. I'll live my life. I know you're out there and—and I'm out there too."

I couldn't help but stare at him for a bit in awe. Before finally responding, "That's your deal?"

He nodded his head, clapping his hands onto his lap. "That's my deal." He stared at me for a bit more and I blushed under his intense stare. He finally raised his hand out to me.

"Someday?"

"Someday," I agreed, taking his hand once again in my own. His hand was warm and inviting and I never wanted to let go. This all felt so surreal I didn't want this moment to ever end.

"Let go," Josh said, raising an eyebrow at me when he realized I wasn't letting go.

I looked up at him with a teasing smile on my lips.

"Someday," I joked, still shaking his hand. He let out a laugh, not letting go either.

If you had the option to choose to go anywhere in the world right now, at this exact moment, would you go somewhere? Or would you go to someone? What about going to somewhere, with that someone?

If I had to choose I would go somewhere with that someone, someday.

It's been three and half years and I still think of that exact moment over and over again. It's like it was haunting me for some reason. And just when you think I'd forget it, something or somebody just reminds me of the whole damn thing all over again.

All that hope I had that day? Yeah, it's not as clear as it was before. It's a little hazy to be prompt. But who knows what could happen?

I mean it's not like I didn't talk to Uncle Boing. We did. We talk as often as we could, texts and phone calls even some casual hangouts and get-togethers at the Matthews household. He was there when he could be. It's just hard and we both knew it would be. He's finishing up his degree in college, taking up architectural engineering and minoring in photography.

Ironically, he visits my house a few times out of the year to get advice from my Step-dad on all about the right moment and angles for pictures. I'm not really sure about all that, all I know is I lived for those moments because he was actually at my house and I got to see how much he physically and emotionally grew as a person.

And let me tell you. Joshua Matthews grew up into an even hotter, magnificent Boing. It's no wonder he's had girlfriends here and there.

Yes, Josh had girlfriends and I don't blame him. I had a few run-ins with guys myself. The only difference is, I never let them get close enough to even discover anything. While running into Josh and other girls around the city, he just seemed happy, content with it all. Of course, he never saw me, because I ran out of there before he even got the chance to see me.

And boy it hurt. Excuse my language, but it hurt so fucking bad that I cried. Riley knew. Riley knew everything. She always threatened me that she was going to tell her Uncle about me being sad, but I stopped her every time. I had to remind her that this was our deal.

Someday.

I still hoped for that someday. I might even get the chance since Riley and I are heading to NYU in the fall. But every day I wish that someday was today.

On a positive note, Riley and Lucas were still together. Being all couple-y and filled with gooey sap. They were going strong, no matter the slight difficulties they faced in High School. Cough, cough Missy came back. But another story, for another time.

Farkle and Smackle are still strangely weird and content. Even Vanessa ended up switching schools, so Zay is happier than ever. Even though he did keep his promise about not making me feel like an outcast when Riley and Huckleberry first started dating. But that changed when Vanessa came along. I'm basically the seventh wheel. Even though I don't admit it, it bothered me a lot more than it should have.

It especially bothered me when I was the only one waiting for my date to show up for the night to begin.

Prom Night, to be exact.

He was thirty-five minutes late, thus making everyone else late. My parents were away on travel because of my step-father's job, but they would be back before my graduation on Sunday.

Mr. and Mrs. Matthews had taken Auggie and Ava to see a show, after gushing and taking a bunch of pictures of all of us, even sending some to my parents so they could see for themselves. They were going to wait until we all left, to send us off kind of thing, but with my date being late they would have missed the show. So we told them we would be fine.

But right now I was anything but fine.

"Peaches?" I looked up at Riley when she called out the familiar nickname. She waltzed over in her long, sparkly purple gown to where I was sitting by the window in the living room.

"Do you want to just go on without him? Maybe he's already there…" she said, trying to make me feel better. It didn't. But I appreciate her attempt. I smiled up at her weakly, shaking my head.

"No, no. You guys go. You're all already late as it is. I'll wait here for a bit more and then I'll catch up with you guys," I said, trying my hardest not to break down in front of my best friends.

"Are you sure? We could always stay here," Huckleberry spoke up, with concern. He was trying to be the hero as per usual.

I shook my head at this and convinced all of them that I was okay and that I promised to leave in thirty minutes if he still didn't show up. They all headed out the door and I could tell Riley didn't want to leave me at all. But once I narrowed my eyes at Lucas and he nodded his head in understanding and convinced Riley that I would be okay.

And they left to have the best night of their lives.

One thing I'm glad about Riley having Lucas is not only was he a good guy, but we sort of came to an understanding when it came to Riley. We both knew how to handle her and we both always wanted her to be happy, no matter the cost. Who would have ever thought, that it would be Ranger Rick who made her the happiest?

I shook my head and picked up my cell phone. I dialed my date's number, yet again he didn't answer. God, I didn't even want to go to this stupid dance anyways. Who cares about Prom? I think it's such a cliché that, that night is supposedly the best night of your life. Like yeah, right. There's so much more out there than just one stupid night.

I really don't even know why I said yes to the guy in the first place. He was the only one who even dared to ask me. It also doesn't help that he has been persistent as ever to get me to go out with him and the one time I say yes, he's a no show.

A frown formed its way on my lips. Was it my fault? Did I somehow scare every single guy off, just because of a boy who I may or may not have a future with? What if Josh doesn't even want a future with me?

Am I really not that good enough for anyone? I mean my father had proven this theory, but that door had been sealed since Shawn married my mom. Is the fear of not being good enough prying it back open? The negative thoughts just kept swirling around in my head and soon enough the tears slowly cascaded down my cheeks. One by one.

Joshua Matthews

I finished up packing the fewer boxes of my final dorm room ever. Thank god, I move into my apartment soon. Not that I minded having a roommate of course. When I had started my freshman year in college my first roommate turned out to be absolutely horrible. He was an ass who said and did annoying things to tick me off.

There was even a moment where I was going to live at my brother's house forever. After realizing that wasn't a great idea he luckily requested to change rooms and everything just looked up from there.

My second roommate although became one of my best friends, and we actually formed a small group of friends together. He had a longtime girlfriend who ironically enough was two years younger than him and she definitely wasn't ready to move in just yet. Now as seniors here we were getting a place together because we were sick and tired of all the crap we had to put up within the dorms throughout the years.

New York City sure is an expensive place to live.

I had come to the conclusion to pick up the rest of my boxes tomorrow with the rest of my things that are being shipped to my brother's house tomorrow as well. I grabbed my overnight bag, planning to spend the weekend there.

Right as I leave my dorm room, my cell phone vibrates in my pocket. I stop in my tracks and pulled it out, looking at the caller ID. I quickly answered.

"What's up favorite niece of mine?" I asked, now continuing on my way out of the dorm hall.

"Uncle Josh, I'm your only niece remember?" she said, letting out a tiny laugh. I chuckled at this true information.

"Eh, what's a few minor details. Anyways why are you calling?" I asked yet again. Finally making my way outside now heading towards the parking lot.

"Well—" she dragged on. "You know you're my favorite uncle, right?" I stopped my footing for a brief second and then started walking again. She wanted something. It was obvious.

"Don't tell Eric that, or he might sit down and explain his own true meaning of life. But seriously whaddya want?" I asked her sternly, wanting her to get to the point. I love my niece but sometimes she tended to make things a lot more dramatic than they needed to be.

"Where are you right now?" she asked, completely ignoring my question. I let out an exasperated sigh.

"I'm actually heading over to your place right now. Are you home?" I said, finally reaching my motorcycle. I strapped my duffel bag onto it, making sure it was tight enough.

I bought this bad boy, from saving up my paychecks and tips as a server. Best. Thing. Ever. My mother wasn't too thrilled, but my father ended up convincing her otherwise. I mean they didn't have to pay for a thing. Luckily though they were helping me with the apartment and I couldn't be more grateful.

"Good. But no I'm actually on my way to Prom right now," she says in a chirpy tone.

I stopped everything I was doing at the mention of one word.

Prom.

I never attended my own Prom. From graduating early and moving right away to the city, I just didn't have the time. But for some reason, a certain blonde comes to my mind and I couldn't help but wonder who the lucky guy she's going with is. Or how breathtaking she probably looks tonight.

I had avoided visiting my brother for this very reason. She told me someone had asked her and I tried my very best to even forget that she was going with someone who wasn't me. She sounded so excited when she told me and I couldn't help but feel my heart clench in pain.

Someday.

Someday isn't today.

"Josh? You there?" Riley calls my name out, breaking me out of my thoughts. I shook my head slightly.

"Yeah—yeah," I stuttered hopelessly. "What about Maya?" My voiced crack, as I asked about the one girl who has pegged my thoughts for years.

"What about Maya?" she asked me knowingly. I knew what she was doing. She was trying to get me to tell her how I feel. Nice try, little niece.

"Never mind. Is your dad home at least?" I asked in a hopeful tone. I didn't really feel like hanging around some Diner or something, waiting until my brother or sister-in-law got home.

"No. He went to see a show with Auggie, Ava, and my mom. The key's under the mat, though. I left you a surprise—"

"Wait, what? Surprise? What are you talking—" Before I could even utter another word she interrupted me with a jumble of more words.

"Can't talk. Gotta go inside—you can thank me later—love you, bye!" And with that, she hung up the phone. I stared down at the phone with a dumbfound expression. My niece is something else, that's for sure. I don't know how that cowboy boyfriend of hers, handles her.

I hopped on my bike and started her up, roaring the engine and grinning from the purr it made. I felt a rush of excitement every time I rode this thing. I slipped my trusty helmet over my head and raced off towards what I call my second home.

I wonder what surprise was waiting for me there.

So yeah. . . I'm not really sure of the schedule I am uploading this since I am writing it on a whim. So expect a chapter whenever! :)