A/N: Hey all! I just want to thank all of you for showing this story so much love! This is definitely going to be a multi chapter story. Probably not extremely long because I have a tendency of hitting writer's block if I try to prolong a story just because I'm not ready to end it. I hope you all enjoy it! If so review, follow, and favorite! I love hearing what you guys have to say!

Maya sat in her Art History class. She clicked her pen; completely zoning out on the lecture her professor was giving the class.

It had been four years since she moved to L.A. She graduated high school with honors, and got into UCLA, which was her top pick on her list of colleges.

In middle school she never expected to do this well or get this far when it came to her education.

If one thing hadn't changed it was Mayas love for Art. Moving to L.A. seemed to have been for the best.

She snapped back to reality when she noticed the entire class getting up and heading to the door.

Professor Edwards called out to her. "Maya, stay behind for a second please."

Maya gnawed on the inside of her cheek, was she going to get lectured about not paying attention in class? She was acing this class, did it really matter?

Once the entire classroom was empty, she headed up front to Professor Edwards' desk. "Yes sir?"

"Are you doing alright?" He asked, glancing up at her in-between going through the mess of papers on his desk.

"Yes sir, why do you ask?" She furrowed her brows.

He inhaled, straightening up his glasses and setting the papers aside.

He folded his hands, resting them on top of his desk and looked up at Maya. "Did you hear what I had told the class?"

Maya shrugged, "bits and pieces." She muttered.

"UCLA is removing Art History, Miss Hart." He said.

Who knew news like this could break someone's heart?

"What? Why?" She asked in utter shock.

Professor Edwards shook his head. "School is trying to cut funds."

Maya was at a loss; this was a big part of her. She loved Art History, now what was she going to do?

"I already sent out a letter of recommendation, Maya." Maya gave him her full attention. "I sent it out to New York University"

Maya closed her eyes, out of all places she never expected to end up back in New York.

"I love Art History, but it's only my minor." She shrugged her shoulders in defeat. "I still haven't figured out a major."

Professor Edwards stood up, and placed a comforting hand on Mayas shoulder.

He looked down on her trying to offer as much support as possible. "NYU has one of the best Art programs in the U.S. I'd rather see you go and pursue your passion, then spend the rest of college trying to find a new one."

He made his way back behind his desk to sort through his paperwork again. "You're one of my best students, and I hate to see you go. But I also think NYU is where you belong."

Funny, New York is exactly where she wasn't sure she wanted to be anymore.

Maya used to speak to Riley almost every other day, then it turned into twice a week, now it was a couple months here and there.

Moving put a dent in their friendship, Maya couldn't really believe that life wouldn't go on.

People change as they grow, and the fact that Maya was miles away, it was hard to maintain a friendship so far away without eventually feeling like her best friend was now a stranger.

Riley hadn't been to Los Angeles to visit Maya, and Maya hadn't been home since her grams' funeral a year ago.

"Professor Grey, the Art History Professor there is wonderful. I've already told her about you." Professor Edwards smiled warmly. "I really hope you accept this opportunity Miss Hart."

Maya nodded, praying that was the end of this conversation and headed to the door.

"I mean it Maya, think about it." She paused, taking in his words.

New York used to be home, maybe it could be again…somehow.

Maya headed to her parent's after class. She had been living on campus for two years, and she loved it. It gave her a sense of independence, before having to jump into the apartment lifestyle.

If she went back to New York, where would she live? The Matthews home was the first place that popped into her head.

She wasn't ready for that.

They felt like strangers, a family she loved as her own lifetimes ago….thoughts of Josh invaded her mind, although it felt like lifetimes ago; She still loved them, all of them.

Maya gnawed on the inside of her cheek, lost in her thoughts on the walk from campus.

"How could I leave without saying goodbye to him?" She asked herself out loud.

She chuckled to herself.

Maya asked herself that question at least once a day for the past four years.

Maybe if she went back things could be different.

That ship has sailed. Those words popped into her mind.

The logical part of her brain was obviously trying to get through to her.

"What's up weirdos?" She said opening the door to her parents' house.

Shawn folded his arms across his chest, walking from where he stood in the kitchen.

Katy was cooking dinner and from the looks of it Shawn had been conversing with Katy before Maya walked in. "Your professor called us."

Maya sighed, plopping down on the couch in the living room. "He wants me to transfer to NYU."

Shawn nodded. "I think you should."

Maya looked up at Shawn, raising an eyebrow. "Where would I even live?"

Shawn shrugged, feeling like that was a no brainer. "You'd stay with Corey and Topanga."

Maya scoffed. "We've barely spoken to any of them since we moved."

Shawn walked back over to the island in the kitchen, picking up an apple from the fruit dish and tossing it to Maya. "I talk to Corey at least twice a week. That's what you do when you have a best friend as great as him; make sure you keep in touch."

Maya knew what Shawn was getting at.

She took a bite into her apple, chewing obnoxiously louder than normal.

"Or you can just stay on campus." Shawn raised his hands in mock surrender.

"Right, and run into Joshua Matthews?" She said in between bites.

Shawn smirked, sitting down next to Maya on the couch.

He put a comforting arm around her shoulders. "You gotta face that sometime kiddo."

Maya nodded, she really wanted to avoid it.

"He's right baby girl." Katy chimed from the kitchen. "You can't avoid it forever; you've barely dated anyone in the four years we've been here."

Maya folded her arms across her chest in defense, she stood up. "I've dated plenty of guys."

Katy shook her head, trying to hide the smirk on her face. "Whatever you say Maya."

Maya threw her hands up in the air. "Besides, that ship sailed a long time ago."

Shawn stood up and walked to Maya. "We all know that ship never even left the dock Maya. I think you should go to New York….not for Josh or Riley or anyone else. Go for you, because I can see it in your eyes that you want this."

He grabbed Maya by the shoulders, pulling her into a tight hug.

"Guess it's time to start packing." She mumbled into his chest.

Josh walked the halls of NYU with Jenn, a girl who his friend Aaron introduced him to.

They both had Urban Design and Architectural studies together. She was cute enough, smart enough, and nice enough.

She was everything someone should want, someone you'd be stupid not to get to know. But for some reason, Josh never lasted long in relationships; it was like something was always off with every girl.

Josh made his way into the class, Jenn sat on the opposite side of the room, and so she gave him a quick peck and was off.

Josh sat in the center of the room, and did the same thing he did every single day before the start of this particular class.

He pulled out his phone, scrolled through his contacts stopping on Maya's name.

He had wanted to text her for forever.

He was pretty sure she had a completely different number but he still felt comfort in feeling like she was only a call away.

Urban Design and Architectural studies reminded Josh of Maya, maybe that was the reason why he took it.

He knew she'd love this class, he just wished she stayed in New York to experience it.

NYU had the best Art Program in the U.S. that made it perfect for Maya.

Josh sat back in the chair letting his thoughts run away from him.

He wondered how much Maya changed within the last four years, or if she had even changed at all.

He had spent so much time pushing her away when they were younger because back then, those three years…seemed like such an age gap.

She wasn't mature enough for him to be interested in her, at least that's what he'd tell himself.

That was only until he realized that he was interested in her.

That realization hit him when he was seventeen, and she and his niece snuck out to a college party because she was afraid of losing him.

She proved that she cared just because she admitted to admiring little things about him or certain things he would do.

She told him she liked him, and he couldn't say it back.

The feelings only grew from there.

Josh stopped looking at Maya like a little girl in the middle of her freshman year, and before he could act on it.

She left. Should have told her when you had the chance.

It had been four years, and the last night he saw her still felt like it happened yesterday.

They had gotten into a fight, and he planned on not even seeing her off, when he finally came to his senses and realized that not seeing her before she moved away was the stupidest thing he could do, he rushed to his brother's apartment only to freeze on the first step leading up to the apartment.

He felt the intensity, and his eyes immediately found hers.

She was already in the taxi, about to speed off.

A sad smile tugged at Josh's' lips as he waved a goodbye in her direction.

It was too late, but he still needed to do something….maybe the fact that he had shown up after all and could do nothing but wave goodbye sent some hidden message to Maya letting her know he wasn't angry at her.

Mayas rested her hand against the glass and the taxi drove off but not before Josh saw the tears in her eyes.

If only he could have told her everything when he had the chance.

A/N: There you all have it. sorry for any errors, I'm falling asleep over here. please review, follow, and favorite! hope you all enjoyed.