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Based on this episode, I'm going to write Maya and Farkle interactions in the alternate reality as well as in the actual reality. The alternate ones are the dialogue conversations, and the actual one is the text conversation.

"We can't keep doing this," Maya tells him, pulling away and pushing him back. He laughs.

"You say that every day."

"This time I mean it, Friar," she says.

"Whatever, Hart," he replies. "I'll see you before school tomorrow. Bathroom, car, or janitor's closet?"

"Goodbye," she says, and the opens the car door. She's immediately greeted with the sounds of shouting, and she looks around to see Minkus sitting inside a car. In front of him, two adults are fighting. They look like they have to be his parents.

"I don't want her there!" the mom shouts. She towers over her husband, Maya notes, but he doesn't look scared.

"She is my wife, Jennifer. She's going to be there whether you want her there or not," the dad replies. So, divorced, then.

"I don't have to put up with this," she says. "I'm not tied down here. I can take him back to Pennsylvania whenever I want."

"No," he says. Desperate. He doesn't want to be separated from his son. Even though he has a new family now, it seems.

She runs away from that. Just like she runs away from the cowboy in the front seat.

Bowhead sucks at Spanish, she quickly discovers. A C+ is barely passing, is nothing to cause concern. Fs and Ds? Something else entirely. She tries to turn to Back of the Class Smackle, but she can barely understand the words that come out of that girl's mouth. She finally settles on Minkus to do it for her. He does, with no complaints.

They meet outside Topanga's and he hands her the worksheets and study guides he's made her. She's about to say something to him when someone up on the street calls down, "Farkle!"

"That's not your mom, is it?" she says. "It doesn't sound like her."

"You know my mom?" he asks.

"I saw her and your dad one time in the parking lot."

"Oh," he says immediately, as if he knows exactly what she's talking about. "And no, it's my stepmother. Sarah."

"Do you like her?" she asks. "You don't… resent her?"

"She's okay, I guess. I don't resent her, though. I mean, it's not like she's keeping my parents from getting back together. They never were, after all." He packs up his stuff and stands up. "Bye, Maya."

"Bye," she says slowly as he retreats up the stairs. She hears him say something to the woman and she laughs. Maya frowns. What is that like?

Sunday 8:38 PM

What time are we meeting at the Spectacular?

We're going to that again?

Why not?

Fine.

I can be there by nine.

Okay. Until tomorrow.

Nerd.