Wish I May (MaiDen AlDub AU Story)

Wish I May (Richard's POV)

Title: Wish I May (MaiDen One-Shot)

Story and written by: k3luvsclois aka k3josai

Pairing: Maine Mendoza and Alden Richards/Richard Faulkerson, Jr. (Alternate Universe)

POV: Alden Richards/Richard Faulkerson, Jr.

Rating: T

Summary: Richard met Maine when they were ten. Fifteen years after, he saw her again, but things were not the same as before.

Disclaimer: This fanfic was the adaptation of Yo-Yo, Peanut Butter and Jelly originally written by yours truly and a Puerto Rican writer, Deliverance Territoty for Smallville Clark and Lois (Clois) in 2011. Places might be familiar or unfamiliar to you. I changed some of the description of the places. Created for entertaiment purposes only and not for any kind of profit.

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Author's Notes:

k3luvsclois aka k3josai - I really wanted a fresh fanfic for MaiDen however, I don't have much time to finish another one due to my busy schedule. But reading the whole stroyline again, I would say this is a perfect fit for MaiDen. I love to tell the story since they were kids as the backstory. So I hope this fic will also be remembered like my previous fanfics. Forgive me for any spelling/grammatical errors I am about to do.

This fic is especially dedicated to AlDub Maiden Nation. Thank you for making me a part of this amazing fandom. We always make history in the Twitter world for making millions of tweets everyday. You are all awesome! Kudos to each and everyone.

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Wish I May

2015 - Bataan, Philippines (Present time)

Kreek... Kreek... I heard the sound of floorboards as I went up the loft. I x-rayed carefully every step of the stairs. This wooden stairs may be old, but still each step could withstand another ten to twenty years. I sighed as I put my hands inside the pockets of my worn-out jeans. My barn. My silent sanctuary. It was still the same, I might have traveled all over the world, but this place of mine... it always provided me the comfort and peace I needed, beyond the busy and noisy city surroundings. Here in Bataan, inside my old loft, I could always be myself... just me, Richard Faulkerson, Jr.

Along with my high school books, basketball, and other timeless memorabilia, there was one thing that stood out among the rest. I opened my old treasure chest and there it was as I remembered under the pile of my old high school newspaper articles. I touched its circular form; the varnish was faded out but the string was still attached on the center of two rounded wooden chips. I put the end of the string on my middle finger, let it fall and pulled it back even before it touched the floor. I smiled, yes it was still working. Staring at it, I compared its movement with my life. Letting go... Moving on... Holding on... Getting back.

Did you believe that if you let go of someone you love, they would come back when the right time comes? How about first love never dies? Another old saying. I could say yes to both of those questions. Though some of you would probably contradict what I believed in, that was the story of my life.

Yo-yo. The word kept repeating on my mind. Technology might have changed the things children play with, but yo-yo would never be erased of childhood. It was the one of the enjoyable past times for children whose parents couldn't afford expensive toy cars, robots or even play stations.

Either way, I believed on both sayings as true. I had lost and found. But I learned throughout the years that what we don't always have... is the right time. I stood beside the loft's window watching the afternoon sun and the birds flying in the clear sky. It was another perfect day, here in Bataan.