"Art has been a part of our life for as long as humanity has existed. For thousands of years, people have been creating, looking at, criticizing, and enjoying art. I would like to address three questions: what is art, what is its purpose, and why has it survived for this long." He explains. "Maya Hart, in your opinion, what is art?" He pointed her.

"Well, for me the connection between what the artist means to achieve and what they achieve through their work is what I believe classifies art. If what the artist meant to say is understood by at least one person in this world, we can safely call that piece art." Maya answered.

"Good. That's very good Hart well done." He praised.

Then he started to ask other people about the purpose of art and why it has survived this long. Maya loved how her new art teacher teaches. It's very inspiring of how he talks about art; he's really passionate about it. Maya loves how he explains everything first before he lets them hold a brush or a pencil.

He brings them all deep into the art world before even letting them all actually draw or paint.

"So, today I would like you to draw something that inspires you, your muse. Things that gives you hope and make you believe. It can be a thing and it could be a person. It could be anything." He explains. "Now chop chop, paint!"

It's been half an hour and Maya could not even think of a thing to draw. She tries to concentrate on what inspires her and give her hope but for now, it was all blank. All she could think is that she had no idea what to draw. She doesn't know what's wrong with her; she's really disappointed today.

Maya raised her hand, "Yes Maya," the teacher walked to her place.

"When do you want us, to hand in our work?"

"I was hoping to see all of your work, next week, on Monday." He announced to the whole class.

"Oh okay thank you," she thanks him and he smiles as he took a peak onto her canvas and he sees nothing on it. It's still clear.

"Miss Hart, what's wrong?" he asked her. "You haven't even started yet and it's been like half an hour,"

"I don't know. I just, don't know," Her teacher could sense that Maya's mind and heart are not in the work.

"I know why you're like this," he raised his brows.

"Why?" looking at him curious.

"You're suffering an 'Artist's block'."

Maya looked at him confused. "Well, Miss Hart, Artist's block refers to the artist's inability to think of ideas for the creation of artwork. Any creative person has a time when the ideas seem to run dry, and art inspiration becomes sorely lacking. It's a common dilemma that links all of the creative fields together and plagues every artist. It can be caused by many things." He shrugs.

"I don't know what's causing these blocks," she shrugs.

"Sometimes, emotional barriers can be the cause of it. Creativity can be intense. It's not a comfortable pursuit. Facing with the unknown, you may be scared of what you'll discover or reveal about yourself. Maybe your subject matter is painful, embarrassing or plain weird. Whatever all of these fears and qualms are just different forms of conflict that lead to procrastination." He explains.

That hits Maya right through her that her chest hurts and she feels sick in her tummy. Something about what he said is true. Maybe she is scared somehow, of what she will discover through her paint. Maybe the subject might be painful or embarrassing but she just can't put it a finger on it.

Maya was lost in her thoughts before she realizes that her teacher is waving his hand in her face, "Maya?" she blinked.

"Oh sorry, I'm just thinking."

"It's okay Maya. I think you need some time to calm yourself and take your time. I have suffered creative block during such times, so I know how it feels. You just need something to trigger your creativity. It's okay you have time to get out of this block you're having."

"How to overcome the emotional barrier?" Maya looked up at him.

"You need to face the worst and come through the other side but ultimately you are going to have to endure the fear, pain, or other unpleasant emotions. It's like getting into a cold swimming pool; you can dive in head first, or inch your way in. Either way, it's going to be bone-chillingly cold. But once you've got over the initial shock, done a few lengths, and got into the flow of it, you may be surprised to discover how invigorated you feel." He explains.

The bell rings and Maya are already waiting for Riley at her locker.

"You finished class early," Riley said.

"Yeah," she smiled weakly.

"You just had art class, why are you so gloomy?" she asks as she opens up her locker

"Nothing," she paused. "I don't know." She adds.

"Well, what happen? Do you wanna talk about it?" Riley turns and looks at her.

"Long story, I'm just-" she sighs.

"You know what this calls for?" Riley grins as she moves her brows up and down.

"What?" she asked with no spirit.

"Ice Cream! It's on me," she exclaimed. "And you can tell me everything about what happen."

"Oh okay then." Maya's now excited. "What are you waiting for?" Maya started pulling her bag.

"Gosh, relax woman," she said, shutting the door to her locker and slinging her backpack on her shoulder."

Instead of eating ice cream at the Ice cream shop at the corner of the street near Riley's apartment, they decided that it was best they buy a tub of ice cream and eat by the bay window. It's their safe place and since they are going to talk about personal stuff, there is no better place than the bay window.

"Okay now! Spill, what actually happen during class?" she asks, munching on her ice cream.

"What?" Maya responded, with her mouth full ice cream.

"What happen during class?" she repeated.

"Oh, apparently I'm having problems in art class" she complained.

Riley swallowed her ice cream and looked at Maya blankly, "What kind of problems, what do you do?"

"It's not something that I did, it's something I didn't do," she explains. "I spent my class today, staring at my canvas while holding the brush and I did nothing."

"For the rest of the class?"

"For the rest of the class," she nods. "Apparently he said that I might be having an artist block."

"What's that?"

"It's like, artist's inability to think of ideas for the creation of artwork. He also said that maybe it is caused by an emotional barrier that I have. He said that maybe I'm being scared of what I'll discover or reveal about myself and that maybe my subject matter is painful, embarrassing or plain weird and that is causing me to be blank."

"Could it be because you scared what you'll discover about your feelings?" she said it slowly.

"What are you getting at Riles," she sounded pissed.

Riley shrugs "I don't know, maybe that you are scared that you discovered, that you don't like Lucas in that way anymore,"

"What?" Maya raised her voice with her brows furrowed.

"I'm just saying, you have been distance yourself from him and you act cold around him, I assume-,"

"You assume? I can't believe this! You're doing it again; making everything about the triangle. My love and passion for art have nothing to do with Lucas, Riles. I paint and draw before I even knew Lucas and you know that! What happen to you? I can't believe that you're making this about a guy."

"Wait, Maya chill. That is not what I mean, I was just joking." She huff. "You're just being a bit sensitive,"

"That's it, just joking." Maya huffed. "Just joking? Your jokes are not funny anymore Riles; it's not. I'm not being sensitive here, your jokes hurts. The thing you say hurts. I've been trying to be as patient and try to shrug it off." Maya then realized something. "Maybe the reason I have this blocks is because of pain. The pain of the way you have been treating me." Maya snapped on her.

Riley was surprised that Maya is saying all these things to her. That was the first time she sees Maya burst and saying things that hurt her.

"I hate when you joke about my life being miserable, I hate that you trying to make jokes about my studies and saying things like I'm not good enough. I know you have insecurities and that's why you joke around about my life. At first, I think its fine, I can take this because I love you and you wouldn't want to hurt me but I have insecurities too! Have you thought about that? Charlie said that I should confront you about this and now I am. Since you've been into high school you've changed Riles. Change!" Maya got up from the bay window and turn herself away from facing her.

"Nothing about me changed. I'm still the same person. I just assumed that you did not like him anymore because you've changed. You're now always distancing yourself from me, him and your friends. And how is that normal? I thought we agreed to stay together and not let things change but you change; how is that? Where does Charlie come from all of this? Have you been spending time with Charlie all this time? Is he the one saying things to you about me so you would be mad at me for ridiculous reasons?"

Maya turned around. "Don't you dare say that about him! Charlie's a good friend." Maya defended him.

"Can't you see Maya; he wants you to go against me because he wants a revenge on me!" Riley states.

"The world doesn't revolve around you, Riley. Everything isn't about you! He never once said something about you. Instead, he was the one who feel guilty that he pushed into liking him!" she pointed out almost yelled at her.

Riley feels like someone had slapped her on the face, she was hurt by what Maya said about her. She just couldn't take it, she was about to burst into tears. "Get out!" Riley yelled at her.

"I'm leaving anyways," Maya got up and walked out the door.

Mr. and Mrs. Matthews heard them yelling at each other but they don't want to interfere; they believe that they are big enough to handle their own battles.

When Maya got out of her room and walked to the table where they were sitting, Topanga asked, "Honey what happen?" and she noticed the tears covering her cheeks as Maya walked with her head down; doesn't want people to see her crying.

"Nothing. I just need to go home, now." She said and quickly made her way to the door and leave.

When Maya left, Riley was a mess because she was torn apart from her fight with Maya and she needs someone to talk to about this. So, she took her phone from the nightstand and search through her contacts and pressed on Farkle's name.

"Farkle?" she said through her sobs.

"Riles, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" he asks worriedly.

"Something happened," she sobs and took a deep breath. "I need you."

"I'm coming."


I saw some clips from GM triangle and it breaks my heart on what's happening. I don't know why they make Maya in that kind of position. Maya, it's a really tough person to be dealing with all that. And I hate how a boy affects her life especially a guy like Lucas. Maya Hart does not deserve to be an option. She should be the only choice and I want her to realize that and just move on from Lucas. I ship Lucaya but as the show goes, I don't think Lucas deserve Maya! The part where Riley says that Lucas is hers, I know that her intentions are good but the things she says in that scene is unacceptable because if she can say that thing out loud, means that she have thought of it and deep down she meant it. She would never say those stuff if she never thought about it

In this fic, I'm not making Riley a bad person. She's not and she will never be; she just lost herself a bit while growing up. I hope you like it. My writing is kind of shitty now because I lost the mood to write.