Authors Note:

This is my first story so please do not be too harsh. I am a Lucaya supporter and lately I have noticed some seriously lacking spirit in this ship. Please R&R. And thanks for giving this story a chance.

Light blared into my eyes. I was comfortable, but nothing in my line of vision was mine. The ceiling had no holes in it. My sheets were more expensive than the ones I had at home. I always slept with 1 pillow here I had 2 (trust me I could tell). I sat up and a high pitched screaming came nearly turned me deaf. Riley. At least I wasn't alone. She sat in a chair next to my bed. Looking around I recognized it from when Farkle had a serious allergic reaction after getting having an experiment exploded. I was in a hospital. A pounding started in my head and a there was pain in my arm. I looked down and realized there was a shit in my arm leading to a machine. Riley looked at me expectantly. "My head hurts," I said tiredly. She smiled.

"My parents went to go get coffee."

"Where is Farkle?" I asked. She pointed to the chair over in the corner at the foot of my bed were he was passed out.

"What happened?"

"You were driving," she said, "and you weren't concentrating on the road and a squirrel ran across the road and when you turned to avoid it you drive you car 45 MPH into a parking meter on the drivers side and the airbag had not gone off properly causing you to bang you head against the window."

"I don't even..."

The door opened and in walked Riley's parents holding coffees and wearing a grim faces. They saw me sitting up and walked towards my bed kneeling by me.

"How are you?" Mr. Matthews asked.

"I fine, I guess."

"Your mother just went home. She hadn't slept in 36 hours waiting for you to wake up after your surgery." Topanga drove her." He turned towards his daughter. "Food should be coming soon. I ordered pizza and sent..."

The door opened again and a boy walked in. He carried pizza boxes and a pair of pajamas.

"Riley," he said still not looking at me, "I stopped at your house and picked up your nightclothes."

Finally, he looked at me and I got this weird feeling. It was like I had seen him in a dream or a magazine or something.

Riley stood up. He handed Riley the pizza boxes he was holding and sat were she had previously sat.

"Hi," he said quietly. He reached his hand up and tried to touch my face, but at his touch I recoiled. A flash of hurt crossed his face and I felt bad for no reason.

"Maya," he said slowly, "What is wrong?"

"What is wrong with me me? I don't know who you are."