Maya's POV
"Today is the best day of my life!" My best friend Riley exclaims when I meet her at her house in the morning before school.
"You said that about yesterday." I remind her.
"But today's better than yesterday!" She says, then pauses and looks at me. "You do know what today is, don't you?"
"Does this have something to do with your date with Lucas soon?" I ask.
After Farkle had revealed that Riley still liked Lucas, I stepped back again. Riley had said not to. She told me not to hide my feelings from her, just so she could have a good time. So I told them how I really felt. I told them everything that I had been thinking. That I had no idea how I felt about Lucas, but that I didn't like him in the same way I liked Josh. Riley had rolled her eyes, and asked me if I would ever know when to stop thinking that I could get Josh when he was three years older than me, but I replied that she was always the one who said not to give up hope. So it was resolved as quickly as that.
Later on, Riley told me that she thought she knew why I thought that she and Lucas were like brother and sister. She said that my mom couldn't pretend to be me, because we were too close, and that since she and I are the closest friends on this planet, I couldn't pretend to be her, and that I'd maybe got my feelings mixed up with what I thought were hers, which sort of made sense.
So Riley and Lucas were a couple now, and they had a date tomorrow.
"Well yeah, but no. That's tomorrow. But there's something happening today. Come on, Maya, guess."
I wasn't really all that bothered, since Riley could get excited about the smallest things.
"I honestly have no idea." I reply.
"It's the school talent show soon, and we're both going to be in it!" Riley says.
"As what? Riley, I can't do anything except art, and I can't do that in a talent competition, because it's not supposed to be like that, it's supposed to be entertainment. Painting is fun if you're doing it, but if it's watching someone paint, then that's not exactly the kind of thing people would really want to see."
"Why not?" Riley asks. "People go to art museums to look at paintings."
"It's just not the same. Forget it, Riles. You can enter, but nothing can make me go."
"Well, about that..."
"Riley, what did you do?" I ask.
"I entered both of us already, straight after the list went up after school."
"Seriously, I'm not showing up."
"Yes you are." Riley argued. "So, you don't have to paint, but you can sing or something."
"What's gonna make me."
"Ring Power." Riley said, holding up her ring and grinning.
