This skirt with the blue shirt. "Eww no the pink one", said Maya who was thrown across the couch waiting for me to finish. "Ta-da", I jumped out of the bathroom and spun around for a couple of seconds. Ready? What about your parents? "They're both out of town won't be back till Sunday", she said grabbing the keys and heading for the door.
Maya's high school years consisted of her mom marrying Shawn, her re-bonding with her mother, and her grades even sky-rocketing. Don't get me wrong when it comes to that I can be happy for her. But if I can get Lucas I could have something she doesn't. Actually I don't think Maya has told me she liked someone in forever. She just takes interest in someone and goes for it. That was Maya. Though one time in 7th grade she told me she liked someone who suddenly became unavailable. I never really asked her again about it but I wonder…"What's wrong", said Maya reminding me I was still standing in her living room. Umm nothing let's go. "How often do you just stand and think about him." "By him I'm guessing you mean Lucas", I laughed nervously partly because I didn't want to answer and partly because that not exactly what I was thinking about, "More that you'd think". "But who knows maybe I'll make a move tonight", I gathered up my best fake smile and headed out the door. I walked down the hallway with Maya following close behind, "If he won't come to me I'll come to him". Riley. I turned around to see that Maya had stopped five feet away from me. "If Lucas doesn't ask tonight do you think you'll ever get tired of waiting?" No noise was made for all the people in the building the hall was empty. She was the one always telling me keep trying, any day now, he'll come around. But now she stood quietly waiting for an answer.
"I guess I could wait forever".
We didn't talk the rest of the way there. Me thinking about why she would ask such questions. What she was thinking I guess I'll never know. I don't blame her she's a good friend she just doesn't want me chasing after something that might not happen. But she has a secret. I can see it in her eyes. In her body language. It whispers in the wind around us. So I was really glad when Farkle showed up to distract us. Ladies! "Farkle", we said in unison. "No offense but how did you get invited", said Maya in extreme confusion. I did Tiffany's math homework in exchange for an invite. "Times are going downhill if I'm rubbing shoulders with peasants", she smirked giving Farkle a little nudge. "One day you'll be begging to rub shoulders with me when your prisoners of Farkle nation." It's funny how after all this time he still wants to take over the world I wonder if he's getting closer. And for the first time in hours we laughed!
"Finally we made it", exclaimed Maya as she grabbed a drink. Wait Maya! "What am I supposed to do", I said still standing near the entrance. I had a habit of getting shy around people especially without Maya. "I don't know watch Farkle and sure he doesn't get his face smashed in a punch bowl or wades up in a ditch, you know how he gets". "Maybe I'll find Lucas", I said taking a peek outside, "His cars outside",. "Oh…yeah well I have some cheerleaders to butter up", she took a sip of her drink then broke into the crowd. "Do you think Maya is hiding something", I asked turning to Farkle who was barely paying attention. "She's been acting strange lately but she's probably just nervous, now isn't this supposed to be a party! Yea. She's fine, I'm fine.
I followed Farkle to the middle of the room where 'One Last Time by Ariana Grande' was blasting through the house. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Lucas. I almost went towards him when I noticed Missy beside him. She's always had eye on him. On all of us she never let go what happened in 7th grade and continued to be a pain in our lives. But could she really be the roadblock in our relationship. Typical! I felt tears form in my eyes I wanted to run into the corner and cry but instead I started to dance hoping to drown my thoughts in the music.
A/N: The partys not over yet! But no spoilers my dears.