Disclaimer: Don't own Degrassi. 'Nuff said.

Author's Note: Once again, it took longer than I wanted to update because I've been lazy. That's really it. Fortunately, the last chapter is almost completely done so… yay!

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Take A Chance
Miles

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"Oh. Hey." Tristan regarded her coolly when he opened the door to find her there, having obviously not expected her.

They had finally reconciled over the whole Yates ordeal but still weren't as close as they had been before. They probably never would be, but Maya was just glad that Tristan didn't hate her anymore. The taller teen leaned against the threshold casually, folding his arms across his chest. "What's up?"

"I need to talk to Miles." She said. "Is he here?"

She had decided to stop by Tristan's house first. She knew Miles spent more time there than at his own house, especially now that they were in the "honeymoon" stage of their relationship once more. Tristan stared at her for a moment before wordlessly moving aside to let her in. She found Miles lounging on the living room couch, his eyes glued to the television screen and thumbs frantically button-mashing the controller in his hands as he uttered a string of profanities at no one in particular.

"Maya's here." Tristan announced.

"Cool." Came the robotic response.

"She wants to talk to you."

"Uh-huh."

"Something about a dead body in the trunk of her car."

"That's nice."

She and Tristan shared a look before Tristan grabbed the remote and promptly turned off the console.

"What? No! NO!" Miles shouted, panic etched across his face as he leapt to his feet.

Maya stifled a laugh, but smiled innocently when her ex whipped his head around to glare at them. Tristan didn't even bat an eye, too busy inspecting (or pretending to inspect) his nails to pay any heed to the icy look his boyfriend was currently sending his way.

"Sorry," the blonde offered with a shrug, drawing Miles' attention to her. "I probably should've texted or something but… I really need your advice."

Miles cocked a brow.

"With what?" He asked cautiously.

"How did you know you were Bi?" She asked, and then immediately cringed, realizing she probably should've eased into instead of blurting it out like an idiot.

She could feel her face flush with embarrassment and wanted nothing more than to crawl under a rock. It didn't help that Miles just stared at her for what felt like an eternity, clearly taken aback, and even though she couldn't see his reaction, she knew Tristan was face-palming beside her.

"Well, there's a loaded question…" Miles sighed, sitting back down and combing his fingers through his hair. Tristan brushed past her to join his boyfriend on the couch. "Why do you ask?"

"Uhh… well… long story short, Grace may have kissed me today at school… and confessed her undying love… before running off." Although not in so many words but then, Grace never seemed to show an interest in anyone, girl or boy, until that moment. Not romantically, anyway. It was more than a little confusing.

Miles, who had been taking a swig of water, paused as the cup touched his lips. Tristan, who had been in the middle of texting, perked up, suddenly interested in the conversation.

"Ooh, details." He crooned, leaning forward. "Was it good?"

"I… I don't know." Maya admitted. She hadn't really had time to think about it. "It happened pretty fast."

She bit the inside of her cheek, trying to recall the kiss and how it had felt but she had been too stunned to register what was even going on before Grace had ended it.

"If you're worried that this suddenly makes you gay, relax. It doesn't work like that." Miles laughed. "Even if you did like it."

"I know, but…" Maya trailed off for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts before continuing. "I don't want things to be weird, you know? She was pretty… upset when she left."

"Do you like her?" Tristan asked after a brief pause.

Maya furrowed her brow. "As a friend or…?"

"Both."

"I don't know. I've never really thought about it. I mean, I like hanging out with her and I don't want this to ruin our friendship or anything, but…" She wasn't even sure if it was just that, anymore.

The kiss had thrown a giant wrench into their otherwise completely uncomplicated and drama-free relationship, and maybe she did like the kiss, however brief, but if that was the case, what then? Did it mean she had always been partial to girls too and just needed to kiss one to realize it or did it mean nothing at all?

"I get it." Miles chimed in, snapping her out of her reverie. "It's confusing as fuck. I've been there. So I'm going to tell you what I should've done." He took a deep breath. "Talk to her. Figure out where you guys stand, and go from there."

Maya nodded slowly.

"You're right." She agreed, even though her stomach churned at the thought of actually confronting Grace. She got the impression that Grace didn't particularly enjoy talking about feelings – especially her own. Shaking her head, the blonde glanced back at Miles and smiled gratefully. "Thanks."

Her ex gave a noncommittal shrug. "Any time."

"A little warning beforehand, though." Tristan added.

Maya laughed. "Okay, deal."

With that, she left them to their own devices and made her way back home, all the while trying to ignore the sinking feeling in her gut as she thought about the inevitable "talk" she had to have with Grace the next day. Best case scenario? It would be really awkward for a few weeks but things would eventually go back to normal like it did with Zig and Miles… for the most part. Worst case scenario? Grace would never speak to her again and she'd lose the only girl friend she'd had in a long time.

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Originally it was just going to be Miles, but I decided to throw Tristan in because it felt right. Well, at least in this case. I'm not really big on Triles but in the context of this fic, it works.

Anyway, the next (and final) chapter is nearly done so it should be up soon.

In the meantime, please REVIEW and let me know what you think!