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Looks like TLTL is off hold! If everything (FOR ONCE!) goes as planed I should be posting every other Tuesday.
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~Geni
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Chapter 9: Just For A Second
Josh's POV
I had a plan. I swear that I did. I just got a tinsy bit distracted. And I know what you're thinking,
'Alright Josh so you got a bit distracted. That still doesn't explain why the hell you've been following your little niece and her friends for what's nearing a half hour like some sort of creep.'
I don't really have a good answer for that one, but after spending nearly an hour outside the fair entrance, waiting for their arrival I had instantly saw them all walk in. I had envisioned myself walking straight up to them and inviting myself to pass the evening with the group. Knowing that Riley was far too charismatic to turn me away and Ava was far too energetic to care.
But, now it was closing in on 40 minutes and I still hadn't announced my presence. Cowardice gurgling low in my stomach sabotaging my plan.
My brain nearly short-circuited when I first saw them. Riley and Ava had semi-coordinated outfits; both wearing frilly dresses in muted colors and high boots, hair loose and hanging on the arms of their boyfriends. Maya, on the other hand, wore ripped jeans and a loose fitting Supernatural tank top. Her hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, hardly containing the mess of blonde tresses trying to escape- framing her face perfectly. She looked absolutely breathtaking. I could tell by the slightly disdained look Ava gave her every few moments her clothing was an act of defiance. I loved it.
As I continued to watch them walk aimlessly I wondered how they had gotten her to agree to coming to an amusement park anyway. If I remembered anything about Maya (and I remember everything) I knew for sure, she absolutely loathed heights and rather swim with sharks then ride a roller coaster.
I was close enough to see her crystal eyes widen at something Lucas had said. Riley and Ava visibly excited and full blown sprinting in the direction of The Cyclone. Slowly the group began to walk away from Maya. Obvious protest present on Lucas's shoulders. Most likely making sure Maya was certain she didn't want one of them to stay with her. I watched her ponytail loosen with the urgency of her head shake.
Like the coward I am, I waited for everyone to get on the line and out of sight, before approaching Maya by a funnel-cake stand.
Don't be weak, Matthews. She wouldn't.
Her back was to me as I stood behind her on the line. My mouth opened twice- no words making a sound- before she used hers.
"You know, I said 'let's be friends', Uncle Boing. Not 'lets stalk me'" Her golden hair swung round while she turned to face me. A sarcastic smile fixed to her pink lips.
I released a gust of air, just now realizing I had been holding my breath.
"Ahem", I cleared my throat. In a poor attempt at acting casual, "H-hey. Hi, Maya. Weird seeing you here. I had no id-" I stopped. The raise of her eyebrow interrupting me. She looked at me in silence for several seconds before breaking the reticence.
"No, no. Continue." She said disapprovingly. "Continue to lie. I would just love to hear what possible reason you would have to be at Coney Island." Arms crossed, half facing me, half facing the cart. Blue gaze penetrating, I stopped. Defense had coated my tongue like a solvent. Prepared to spin a false tale of fate, woe and coincidences.
Lies got you in this mess in the first place.
"I never took you for a liar, Josh. But over the last couple of days you've proved to be more than capable of doing it." Her eyes pierced through me. I reveled in the the pain it brought.
You see, I lived four years without Maya's smiles, her eyes, her passion, her anger. I missed four years worth of her expressions. 208 weeks of feeling the sensation of every ounce of emotion she had to offer lost- Wasted. That's 1,456 days I'll never get back. But who's counting? I will take anything she has to give as gift. Be it flames or flowers she expels upon me.
That being said, her words left a unshakable ache. The reality is; this is the first time I was telling her the truth about my feelings. Allowing the nearly desperate, completely pathetic hold she had on my existence-something I had perfected the art of hiding from everyone-visible not only in my words but in my eyes, within my bones, on my skin radiating the shameless torrent of love I carried for her. So clearly evident in every move I made and still she can't- won't- see it.
It takes me a mont to realise I was the one who made her blind to it
Absconding my internal monologue I raise my arms in surrender.
She deserves better than being lied to.
"Corey told me you guys- You in specific- were going to be here and naturally I thought i'd invite myself along."
"Naturally" she repeated handing the cashier some bills, with a smile that said 'Thank You'. I tried not to be jealous of him.
"Because asking to meet up with us was too difficult a feat" She sassed, but there was no heat behind her words. Just a soft smile that did unspeakable things to my will.
"Well," I signed dramatically. "I wasn't sure you guys would have actually show'd had you known I'd be here"
Her head turned down, a curtain of long-ish blonde bangs hiding her beautiful face from me. Physically restraining myself from grabbing her face between both hands as to properly gaze upon those blue oceans, Maya insisted were her eyes, I shove both traitrious hands in my pockets.
"That's not true, Josh" My girl said softly, although I could see the struggle in her eyes.
Smiling I spoke back just as softly, "Yes it is"
The silence became thick for several minutes before the loud yell of "Next on line, please!" was ordered by the grumpy middle aged Cashier with a receding hairline and severely chapped lips.
Walking towards some questionably sanitized tables, she pushed several strands of hair behind her ear trying to stuff them back into her pony tail. It was then that I noticed, a small miracle within itself, considering the slither of the something I saw. Without thinking I reached out-
"Hey!" She fixed me with a stern glare. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" She exclaimed. Shit! Fuck! I wasn't thinking.
"I-I'm sorry I thought-..." She stared expectantly, " Maya, do you have a tattoo?"
"Oh"
"Oh?" Ocean blue eyes, swimming in mischief and sin enticed me. She was like a power socket and I was just begging to be shocked.
Pulling her hair tie off, she bent over in front of me making sure to gather each strand of flawless golden hair before turning her back to me and showing me her ink. My breath caught as I was assulted by the scent of her lemon shampoo. My arms hyper aware of how close her body was to mine. Of how incredibly easy it would be to wrap my arms around her waist and bury my nose in those princess curls.
Keep your hands in your damn pockets Matthews.
In a deep blue, персики was written an elegant script.
"It says Peaches" she whispers, slowly turning back to me. Her eyes meet mine and the world slows just for a moment "S- ahem. Sorry " She clears her throat stepping away. Hair left loose she looks down at the grown nervously before seeming to regain… Something- I can't identify.
" Didn't't realize how close I was" She explained with no preamble.
"I'm not complaining" I say just as lowly.
"Do you go around touching a lot of girls' tattoos?" She tries to joke, but I notice how tense she is. Still- I can't pull my eyes away from her lips long enough to care.
"Only the incredibly beautiful blondes who are actual certified Badasses",She laughs and my heart soars.
With a hand on her hip she responds, "Sorry, hun. There's only one and she's me"
"...Exactly" A few moments pass in silence before she shakes her head almost violently, as if she leaving a daydream or escaping a trance.
"Wanna know what language it is or why peaches?" I had already figured it was due to the nicknames her and Riley had acquired when they were in middle school, however I'd agree to watch paint dry for entire days if it kept her talking to me. Although the odd letters did in fact piqued my interest.
"Alright, I'll bite" I quip.
"Please you wish you could" Ducking my head I pray it's dark enough out to hide my blush.
"What language is It,Maya"
Her smile is blinding, "Russian" she say excitedly. Raising the nearly forgotten sugary dough to her lips she takes a large bite of her funnel cake. White powder paints her lips in a way so cute I had to refrain from pinching her cheeks. I stare unabashed as she munches on her snack. Hoping against all hope that I hadn't began to drool the moment a quick pink tongue ran across sinfully full lips. My muscles tightening as I forced my eyes away before she had the chance to notice.
"Why Russian?" I choked out.
"Well," she began. Next thing I know she's gone on a 20 minute tandem on how underappreciated James Buchanan Barnes was in the eyes of the Marvel Cinematic Universe. The dismissal of "How truly inspirational he is. I mean, he was a literal weapon personified, Josh. Forced to interpret himself as exactly that. Nothing more, nothing less. A senseless tool! The man had emotions and his brain was placed in a blender at the moment he became familiar with them."
Followed by another 20 minutes of, "Oh and how absolutely in-fucking-love him and Steve are! You CAN NOT tell me those two aren't hella gay for each other I refuse to hear it!" I listened intently, piping in when called upon in regards to her absolute proof that Stucky(Steve/Captain America and Bucky/Winter Soldier) were in love.
She looked insane. Hands flying to and from her body face contorting into child like joy followed by frustrated scowls capable of bringing the world to its knees. Then back again.
I forgot how utterly enthralling it was to hold a conversation with Maya Hart. My stomach hurt from laughing so much, hands shook from both the overwheming joy that just being in her presence left in its wake and the desprate way they desired to bring her petite frame closer to pumping faster with each move she made closer to me, I was sure I would have a stroke before the night was done.
"Okay, okay. I concede Bucky and Steve are gay for each other! Happy now?" I laugh.
"I'm oozing ecstasy"
" What does any of this have to do with you getting a tattoo of the word peaches in Russia?"
"Oh yeah, duh. Guess I went through a bit of a spiral huh?"
"A bit?" She flips me off.
My heart swells happily.
"Bucky was taken by the Soviet Union for seventy years,remember. His native language was manipulated to be Russian. All the English scrambled from his mind before Steve help-"
"Hell no! Not happening again. I get it;Cap and The Asset are getting it on in Wakanda. I get it"
Smiling so brightly I question if Maya has somehow become the entirety of the sun she wipes away a fake tear. "I've converted another. I'm so proud."
"Anyway. Aside from my fandom-as Ava says its called-obsession I wanted Riley with me in Cali. A piece of her, I guess. And we're each others peaches, so I thought it was better than getting the image used by billions of teenage boys as a emoji for women's asses. So…" She trails off and I fall in love all over.
"Stop that!" She shouts after a moment.
"Stop what?"
"That thing with your face when you're happy. It's nauseating."
I've never smiled so large.
"It's your fault I don't enjoy these types of things like a normal person" Her small hands moved to push me away jokingly. I stared into her eyes, feeling myself falling deeper and deeper into the beauty that was this woman in front of me. I breathed in a gulp of air, subtlety reminding my lungs I needed to breathe in order to talk to her(or live for that matter).
It had been almost two hours since everyone left Maya for The Cyclone. After an hour we both figured everyone was utilizing the rides Maya would refuse to join them before attending all the games. And decided to get a head start ourselves.
"It was the teacup ride, Maya!"
"W-well you were g-going astronomically fast!" She stumbled over the words in her rush to yell them at me. Blue eyes ignited with mirth. In that instance, her pale arms full with the large Jamaican banana she'd won herself (after several failed attempts on my part), her flame petaled lips pulled into a small smirk. Close enough to me so she wouldn't have to yell over the crowd-I realized she'd forgotten all the pain I'd caused. That for a second she'd forgiven me.
I hadn't realized I'd spoken my thoughts aloud though till she said-
"Just for a second"
whew! First chapter being back!
I truly hope you enjoyed it. Once again let me know if you loved, hated or have any ideas of what's gonna happen.
Just a little spoilers for next chapters you should know:Josh and Zay are gonna have a little maybe not so little hashing out reeeaall soon, may even jump start Mayas decision making.
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~Geni
