Pluto chpt. 2
AN: So here's the second chapter!
Disclaimer: I do not own GMW. Yes shush, I know baby doll. It was a shock to me too.
Summery: Pluto isn't a planet anymore and all it took for Riley to realize is a late night encounter.
GMW
"Hannah wasn't my first kiss, but the first kiss that mattered: the first kiss with someone who mattered." - Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why
GMW
Night time at the Matthews house like most things, was an exhausting affair.
Glancing over to her night stand, big bold red italic letters flashed '10:15pm' causing the brunette to roll her eyes. The sounds of both her mother and father struggling to get Auggie into bed were clear to her ears.
Riley's younger brother was usually a hand full and tonight proved to be no different causing the girl to squeak out in laughter. Hearing a less than pleased moan from Cory.
Carefully pulling back the thick material of her covers Riley Matthews flopped onto the bed with a less than dignified hop, bouncing on the mattress. Covers and sheets stretched up to her chin, head resting against the soft fluffy pillow... Her chocolate brown eyes drifted to the celing, staring without seeing. She couldn't sleep.
What was wrong with her? Well, she knew at was wrong but refused to admit it. The absence of a certain blonde was occupying her thoughts.
How many nights in a row had it been? Quite a few now that she really thought about it. For the last few what? Days? Weeks? Had Maya stayed the night? The two hadn't talked about it. They hadn't really even thought twice about the fact that the blonde would just come over. Her place at Riley's side.
Today actually marked the first night in for as long as the brunette could remember that Maya wasn't here. Of course she had to go home at some point but now the vacant space to her right felt so much larger.
Riley never liked it when Maya would go back home. Not just that she wanted her here, it was that Riley hated the idea of her best friend alone, inside her empty apartment. Perhaps it was unfair of her to think such a thing. Riley knew her situation and Maya's were vastly different.
It was still so hard to deal with the guilt weighing at her conscious every time Maya have to go back home. It was more than obvious Maya didn't have anyone to go home too, even if Riley hadn't spent the night there she still would have figured it out.
Katy Hart worked two full times jobs leaving her daughter to more or less fend for herself. It was hard not to blame her, difficult to reason the woman was trying when Maya so desperately needed her there.
Maya's mother was a difficult subject. Something rarely talked about but it was still there. A heavy silence in the air. The Matthews family all knowing and doing everything in their power to heal the wound.
People liked to think of Maya Hart as this larger than life person. A rough layer of smirks and sarcasm hiding away the sweet, talented, beauty underneath. Very few got to see beyond the mask. Got to see the soft fragile side just kept back by that smile. Farkle, Lucas, they had seen it. They were apart of the special few that witnessed the real Maya Hart. Those two, they earned her trust. Through years of hard work and proving their genuine love got to see but Riley took a selfish pleasure in being different.
The two of them had always been different. Maya and Riley. They were friends from the moment they met. Frightening close within such a short time. It was their world, her father used to say.
Maya Hart was the one person in the world Riley trusted completely. There was no rhyme or reason to their strange relationship, the two molding together in perfect sync.
Once again looking to bright flashing clock Riley sighed. '10:30'
Riley couldn't help but laugh out into the dark little room. It was hopeless, she was hopeless. Her brain was an unusual thing. Creative to be sure but productive, no. She was often told by teachers, friends, even strangers on the bus that she was scattered brain.
It was almost sad how easily she fell apart without her other half. Maya wasn't just her friend, she was her rock. Her constant in the messy confusing world she lived.
Who was she kidding anyway? Riley didn't care that it was borderline possessive. She wanted, needed to talk to the blonde. Just as Riley's hand snaked toward her phone she heard the sound of her window latch clicking.
There was a rapid beat of tiny fist banging against glass followed by the familiar sound of someone rattling the metal beams outside Riley's fire escape. The brunette could just make out the silhouette of a hooded figure behind her curtain.
"Pshft, Matthews let me in."
Riley rolled her eyes at the whispering. The lot of good it did her. It kind of took away the purpose when half the neighborhood was woke in the process. Fumbling with the lock Riley not for the first time wondered why she locked the window, the only person bothering to use it on the other side.
With a 'click', the window bowed open spilling out a wave of blonde hair. Toppling away her lanky form as if it hadn't been there at all Riley flattened back against the ground with an audible 'huff' of air leaving her lungs.
Eyes closed on the impact the pressure squeezing her diagram, she struggled to breath. "Oops." A voice breathed into her ear before the weight over her shifted allowing her a much needed gasp of air. Riley noted in a far off corner of her mind Maya didn't get off, just simply moved to the side.
Looking up into Maya's perfect porcelain skin, blues eyes pinned her own, her smirk filled grin lighting up her friends face. "Fancy meeting you here."
Despite her best efforts to remain serious a crooked grin spread across her own face, teeth beaming. "What are the chances?"
"One in a million." Maya laughed, rolling off to the side cradling into Riley's side, head curling into the crook of the taller girls arm. "So, miss me?"
Riley tried to hold back her excitement, really she did. And it lasted a whole ten seconds, shaking her head impathicly in a nod. Six times she was embarrassed to admit.
If Riley's excitement bothered Maya the blonde didn't show it, in fact, Riley was certain there was a measure of happiness at her display.
"Good," She spoke a bit quieter. "I missed you too."
A thousand different thoughts popped into Riley's brain. Hundreds of things she could have said, should have said, even some she probable shouldn't. She didn't say any of it though, a rare occurrence for the famous chatter box. No, she kept quiet. For some reasons it didn't feel right. They were content to lay in silence each others company enough. They were Maya and Riley.
A moment passed. Then another. Before long the night stretched on into silence, the only sound Maya's slow mythictical breaths coming out. Riley slowly stroking the uneven locks of blonde into place. It occurred that Maya was exactly sober. The small hint of alcohol lingering on the blondes breath an indicator. Cradling the blonde tighter Riley tried not to frown.
She knew Maya and the girl didn't drink. The pain that drove her this far hurting Riley.
With a small grimace, Riley noticed her arm was trapped under Maya, long since going numb. "Maya," She tried softly, the war of not wanting to wake the peacefully sleeping girl and the need to remove the aching throb in her arm. "We should move."
Maya moaned in protest. The sound cute, rumbling a bit of her chest like a small whimper. It earned a small adoring laugh.
"Hey," She tried again brushing the blonde. "Let's go to bed. It's more comfy than the floor."
"No." She said groggy with sleep. Fingers tightening around the loose T Riley was wearing, pooling the material up just over her midriff. Leaning over her Maya rustled even closer. "No," She said again, her breath tickling her neck. "I want to stay here." Then she placed a soft kiss just inside her ear.
Riley froze at the contact, a jolt running down her spine.
Maya just kissed her. Riley blinked once, twice, then again. She was too shocked to move, to afraid to say anything. It shouldn't have been such a big deal. Maya had kissed her before, it didn't mean anything. Just a chaste kiss on the cheek, nothing more.
But, that hadn't been a peck had it? She had lingered, her lips dangerously close to the pulse at her neck, voice low, sultry even.
Riley felt her breath take a hitch because suddenly there were hands. . . places.
Roaming as if containing a life of their own Maya's hand sunk just under the sanctuary of her shirt, resting across her waist. The touch was like fire, Riley acutely aware of each digit drifting over the him of her shorts.
Brain a scattered mess the rational side of her mind seemingly took a vacation. Riley wanted nothing more than to shriek, yell for Maya to stop but she could only clinch her fist in a bunch of sheets. The blonde leaning over, now straddling her as golden locks pooled on either side.
Moving slowly, achingly slow Maya descended, head tilting eyes closing. Riley's closed on their own as well. There was a tense breath before the feel of something soft brushing against her lips.
The world stopped moving. Nothing else mattered expect them, just the two. Maya and Riley. Then it was over, eyes snapping open Riley caught Maya pull back a sleepy expression crossing her features.
"Night Matthews."
Then Maya flopped down beside her dead as a log.
AN: So just a bit more info on the story. Riley and Maya will be a bit older in this story. At least 17. Doesn't make sense to have them 14 as they are in the series.