"Now presenting your senior class of 2020! Congratulations Patriots!" Everyone in the stands roared as the class flung their hats up to the sky, eyes shining with hope and promise for the future. Life was just beginning, and god was it ever exciting.
"Congratulations baby! I'm so proud of you!" Katy squealed enveloping her daughter in a tight hug. Maya laughed, a joyous sound that caused her mother to smile brightly. Shawn smiled from next to his wife, wrapping his step-daughter in a hug of his own. When he'd released, Katy pulled her back, causing Maya to let out a surprised cackle.
"Oh, and congratulations Riley!" Katy cried suddenly, grasping the brunette into the hug so that she was hugging both girls at once. She eventually released them, rocking back to stare at their happy faces.
"Oh, my girls. I could not be prouder of you!" She declared dramatically, wiping tears from her eyes. It was true, she could simply not be prouder of her girls. Maya had managed to get accepted into Columbia University, a full ride for her art. She would be getting her bachelor in art history if everything went well, and pursue her dream of not only being an artist but an art curator at the Guggenheim Art Museum. Riley, on the other hand, had been accepted into NYU and was planning on studying law, just like her mother. She wanted to work for a non-profit organisation and bring a little more light into the world. Lucas had been accepted into NYU as well, and was going into veterinary studies. They were still very much the power couple, and were closer than ever.
Smackle and Farkle were of course both going into the biological science program at Cornell University, and had been ranked best in their grade, sharing the top spot. Zay, on the other hand, had been recruited from high school for baseball to train to be the next Derek Jeter. The gang had all grown up, and were all bound to be the future leaders of America. But had anyone expected any different?
Drake and Davis were heading to USC come hell or highwater, just as they always wanted to. Both had entered into business, and were determined to open their own dispensary/crystal wonderland. They were all as close as ever, though they never really connected with Maya's other group of friend's all that well. Not that much in common. Rey had pulled the robotics team to a nationwide winning championship, earning her a top spot at the California Institute of Technology. Who knows, maybe they'd see her on the next NASA trip, waving beside her new invention. Anderson had pulled through on that Julliard scholarship, and was now preparing for her first performance of her self-composed opera...at Carnegie Hall. You know, just casual.
As for Ethan, he would be juggling night classes at NYU and his paid internship at Sony Music Entertainment. It turned out that Ethan was not just a pretty face, but a very talented singer, and pretty smart to boot. He and Maya had saved up enough money to afford an apartment close enough to where they would be attending school. It was tiny and cramped, but it was theirs. She had moved back in with her mother a few weeks after their reconnection, and after a few family therapy sessions. had become closer than ever. She even had a new stepfather from her mother's marriage to Shawn, and would be expecting a baby brother in the spring. It had taken some heartbreak and pain, but Maya had gotten her happy ending. She had kept her best friends, her new friends, and the man she loved. She had done it.
Maya, in the simplest of words, was finally happy.
A/N: Aaaand finis! Merci beaucoup for reading this! I loved writing this story so much. Hope you enjoyed reading it! Bye!
(UPDATED A/N) Appreciate y'all for sticking through me with this one. Probably will see you again when I decide this version is too cringy as well, but hey, until then I'll be here. Don't forget to check out my other stories, if you like Harry Potter, book two of my Odile series is currently live! Much better writing, I swear. You and Chronicle are also top tier options, so take a lil looksee! Thank you again, see y'all next time.