Maya's POV
"So, how was the date with my brother?" Riley asks me casually while we're in art class, taking me off guard
"Uh-it was fun"
"So, are you like a...real thing instead of a fake one?"
"Wha-no, he's your brother! Ew!" she rolls her eyes
"Whatever" right then Farkle enters the room wearing a robe, what is happening?
"Oh, my God. This is amazing, Maya, and so are you and now I will show you what my thanks for this is......oh, and I hate Riley" he takes it off and Riley and I cover immediately our eyes in terror
"No!" We scream in unison
"Well! Looky here. The male... physique"Ms. Kossal, our art teacher says in amusement
"Why thank you, art lady"
"Why aren't we drawing Lucas?" I couldn't agree with her more, I mean, he's sculptured like a Greek God
"Because nobody looks like that" she walks up to Farkle and grabs him by his shoulders
"Get used to this. Get used to this right now. When drawing a 'Farkle', start with the eyes"
"I think the eyes should go straight to the gun show" I think he's trying to flex his nonexistent muscles. Better get this over with. I start drawing him, ignoring completely the instructions our teacher gave us earlier
"Maya, you're supposed to concentrate on the eyes"
"See, you know what my problem is? I don't listen. By the way, you're drawing Lucas"
"Oh. Well, that's the first time I've ever done that" Liar. I take her notebook and flip the pages, showing her other Lucas' drawings
"Do I need help?" I nod in responseMs. Kossal:"All right, I know these are works in progress, but let's see where we are... Maya!" what? What did I do this time?! I swear I wasn't doing anything! Why do I always-
"My goodness!" she shows my work to the class...was it really that bad?
"This is brilliant!" Woah, unexpected.
"Farkle is in a bird's nest"
"It's a work of surrealism, Riley. It's how this artist's mind views the subject"
"I'm a bird to you?" Farkle asks me in confusion
"No, you just... need to be protected"
"You love me" here we go again...Maya:"Leave me alone"
"Maya, there's a school exhibit coming up. I want one of your pieces in it" Nope, not happening."No thanks, Ms. Kossal, I don't draw for other people to look at, but thank you"
"I'd appreciate you thinking about it, okay?" I nod even though I know it won't ever happen. At the end of the day I head back home and as I'm about to open the front door two hands pinch mi hips, making me scream
"Wow, chill, it's me!" I turn around to see Elliot laughing, is he out of his mind?!
"Chill?! You're telling me to chill?! This is one of the most dangerous neighborhoods in the whole city and you're telling me to chil?!"
"Geez, sorry" I take a deep breath to calm myself down
"Just don't do it anymore" he seems to notice my fear
"I won't, I promise"
"Thank you. Why are you here anyways?"
"Why wouldn't I?" I open the door and gesture him to come in
"Riley told me about the school's exhibition"
"Want some water?" I ask in an attempt to change the topic
"Why don't you wanna participate?"
"Why should I?" I say, mimicking him
"You're amazing Maya, it would be such a waste-"
"I draw to please myself, not others" he sighs
"At least promise me that you'll consider it" I wanna nod so I can put an end to this conversation but I can't lie to him.
"I won't Elliot, I'm not ready yet" he sighs
"I just want you to feel confident enough to show your works"
"Thank you but..." I sit next to him on the couch and grab his hands
"This is a personal journey. I have to do it alone" he kisses my forehead, making me blush
"Just know that I'll be supporting you" I rest my head on his shoulder
"You know that tomorrow is career day?" I nod and he starts gently brushing my hair
"Is your mom gonna come?"
"I hope not"
"Don't be ashamed of her"
"It's hard when your mom tells people that she's an actress when in reality she's a waiter"
"Hey, my mom thinks she's Shakira" I frown
"What?" he chuckles
"Long story" I chuckle as well. It's incredible how he manages to make me smile almost every time we're together.
"I have enough time to hear it" I say as I yawn
"You're sleepy?"
"Yeah, last night a car accident happened and I couldn't sleep because of the loud noises they were making"
"You got scared?"
"I never get scared" I pout before falling asleep on his chest and only wake up when my mom comes back. The only difference is that I'm now in my bed and Elliot is not around anymore
"Mom?" I say while rubbing my eyes
"Hey sweetie, go back to sleep" she says while covering me
"Tomorrow is career day"
"I know honey but-" my eyelids are so heavy, I can't pay attention to her. I fall back asleep just to wake up the morning after all alone. Nobody at home, as usual. I get ready for school and take the subway and head right to my first class, History.
"All right, future history makers. Welcome to career day. Now there are a lot of ways to make your mark on the world" Mr. Matthews says to us and later on his wife comes in
"Hi, Riley"
"Oh great, Shakira is here" Wait, why does Riley refers to he mom as Shak-
"Where's your mom?" she asks me
"She won't be coming"
"But she told you she was coming"
"Yes, she did"
"Okay, guys, our first guest today is a lawyer, and I likes her. Hey, lawyer lady, how's about we go out sometime? I get off work every day at 3:15... Except Tuesdays. I got playground"
"So I am an attorney. I got here through a lot of hard work in school. By the time I was your age, I had 350 'As" right then someone knocks the door and Mr. Matthews opens it
"Minkus"
"Topanga"
"Stuart"
"Topanga" he walks over to Farkle. Wait a minute!
"Father"
"Farkle"Lucas:"Wait a minute" Yes, Lucas, stop the timeFarkle:"Yes?"Lucas:"He's your father?"
"Look at us"
"Your name is Farkle Minus?"
"Don't wear it out"
"I don't know how you could"
"Sorry I'm late, everybody. I had helicopter problems, 'cause I have a helicopter. Do you have a helicopter, Cory?"
"Nope. Do you have a Topanga, Minkus?" Burned!
"Nope, because she chose you. I run Minkus International, I have a helicopter, and she chose you"
"Stuart, please. Aren't we a little too evolved to still be competing with each other?"
"Of course" they say in laughter, oh no...
"Go!"
"Between the two of us, Riley and I have 1260 'As. Ha!"
"That's remarkable, Topanga. Between the two of us, Farkle and I have 1261"
"Ha!" she turns to her husband intimidatingly and he does one of his usual screams
"I-- I had to, Topanga. He's a lot smarter than I am."
"But what's more important to me than anything... is that I have this guy. Come up here, son" Farkle walks up to his dad
"Come up here, daughter. Look how tall she is. She's been taller than me since the day she was born" Ms. Matthews says to Riley. Well, then there's me. I'm not smart nor tall, I'm just Maya
"Well, very nice. Good for you guys. So this is what Career Day is really all about"
"Yeah, I love it every year" I reply with sarcasm
"I'm sorry, Maya. Maybe your mom just got a little busy."
"Are you okay?"
"I'm always okay" Riley grabs my hand and guides me to the front of the class
"Yeah, thanks" I whisper to her
"So these are the two ladies you tell me keep chasing you, huh?" I'm sorry, what?
"Please" Farkle begs us
"Yes sir, it is us"
"I'm not doing it" Riley elbows me. Ugh, fine
"Yes, sir, it is us. We hope that one day one of us will be lucky enough to become the future Mrs. Farkle Minkus and have a lot of baby minkii" Did I really said that?
Well, the rest of the day goes on pretty much the usual way: Riley awkwardly trying to flirt with Lucas and Farkle doing Farkle things, nothing special. After school I walk Riley home and sit by our bay window
"Why won't you show your art?" When is she going to learn to let it go?
"Because I'm-- I'm fine believing that nothing much is going to happen for me. Otherwise I'm full of hope. You hope for things, you get disappointed"
"What reason could your mom have for not showing up, Maya? You're right; I did expect her"
"And I didn't. See? Only one of us is disappointed"
"And only one of us will never let this go. You know that"
"I don't expect out of life what you expect, Riley"
"What do I expect?"
"You expect... good things. You expect people to keep promises and people to show up"
"You don't?"
"Riley, I'm not one of those dreamers like you"
"If your mom saw your art, doesn't it make sense that she'd be proud of you?"
"Yeah, it makes sense to you. Riley, you need to be okay with this. Do you understand that finally something is beyond your control? Look, I know you can't control your twisted need to fix people's lives" she fixes my jacket, oh no
"I'm begging you" I say with a sigh but she ignores me to tuck my hair behind my ear and put my hands on top of one another. I'm screwed.
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Girl Meets World | AU
FanfictionWhat if Riley had an older brother? Would relationships have been the same? Would the story have been different? Would've the ships remained the same ones? (This story contains serious topics like alcohol and sex. read at your own risk)
