act 0 (aka prologue)


"Josh?"

"Yo, Boing!" Maya yelled as she and Riley entered the house,"Our bags can't carry themselves inside!"

The girls heard soft footsteps as the older boy walked down the stairs.

"Well, since you're asking so kindly," he said as he flopped himself on the couch and started fiddling on his phone. Maya rolled her eyes and tapped her foot impatiently with hands on her hips.

Riley elbowed Maya softly and nodded at her uncle. "Maya..."

"What?"

"Apologize."

Rolling her eyes once more Maya walked over to the couch and leaned down. "Hey, Josh?"

He smiled brightly at her, "Why, hello, dear Maya. I believe you have some words for me?"

"Actually," Maya smiled equally wide and bright. Too bright. "I do."

She continued smiling and Josh saw the glint of mischief in her eye as she slowly but surely grabbed the back of the couch and easily flipped it just enough so that he would fall off.

"Get off your ass and go get our bags!"

Josh chuckled lightly and looked at Maya and then at Riley, who was just shaking her head while also trying not to laugh. "Well, it's nice to see some things never change," he sighed as he stood up and stretched his arms wide. "C'mere, you two."

He walked over to where they stood and pulled the girls into a big hug and squeezed. Hard.

"Uncle Josh? I can't breathe."

"Yeah, I kinda wanna live through the summer," Maya breathed as they were released from the tight grip.

"As do I. And I have a feeling this is going to be our best one yet." Riley said happily, putting her arm around her best friend and turning to the big window overlooking the sea. "Picture it: just you, me and the beach."

"Excu-"

"And Josh. Just like old times."

"Well, it's going to be like old times, that's for sure."

The girls eyed each other. "And why exactly is that?" asked Maya turning around to narrow her eyes at him.

"Minkus just texted. They're on their way."

Riley turned to Maya with a slight grin on her face while the blonde kept her eyes on Josh, no expression evident on her face as she spoke warily.

"They?"


Well, there it is.

Disclaimer (in case you got confused by my fabulous writing):
I DO NOT OWN GMW OR SHAKESPEARE'S MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING