idek if i should do the rest of them in this performance

teen choice awards

requested: “can you do one where shawn meets y/n backstage or something and shes like shy but interesting at first and occasionally he gets her to sing, she sings a whintey houston-ish song you know a big ballad and he’s blown away and wants to make her famous.”

also requested: “hi bb I love your writings!! Could you please write something where y/n is a famous singer and meets Shawn at the Teen Choice Awards and they hit it off/flirt/exchange numbers? Probably kinda weird but I would love it!!!! xoxo” authors note: i thought i would sorta combine these two and i hope y'all don’t mind. also, this imagine is rather long and it takes a bit of time to get to the point so i apologize. i was just trying to figure everything out and make sure it all made sense. idek.

“Please work.” You mumbled to yourself while messing around with the lens on you camera. For some reason it wouldn’t click right whenever you tried to put it on, and you were terrified at the fact that it could be broken. You worked as a photographer and tonight your job was to take pictures of the celebrities who performed at the Teen Choice Awards. You’ve been photographing moments for as long as you can remember but you’ve never had this big of an opportunity until now. You had already met several celebrities backstage and you were in awe at how humble some of them were, and also how rude some of them were. Everyone was different and it was interesting to see.

“Are you okay?” You heard a voice say and you quickly looked up, taking your glasses off and resting them on your head. You really only needed glasses to see things up close, but whenever you were talking to someone or doing anything else, you didn’t need them, and sometimes they’d give you a headache. Before you could respond, the voice spoke up again.

“Oh cool, what kind of camera is that?” It took you a minute to realize, but once you blinked hard a few times, you finally noticed that Shawn Mendes was talking to you. The Shawn Mendes from Vine, the kid you had a huge crush on when you first discovered him in Magcon.

“Canon 5d mark iii.” You said shyly trying hard to hide your flustered cheeks and pounding heart.

“Cool. My friend is a photographer and he’s actually here taking some pics. I assume that’s what you’re doing too? Oh sorry, I totally forgot to even introduce myself, I’m Shawn.” He smiled wide and stuck out his hand. You awkwardly put down your camera on the nearest table and stood up to shake his hand before saying, “I’m Y/N.”

“So is everything okay? I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but it sounded like you were having some trouble.” Shawn said politely. He was just as sweet as his fanbase always said he was.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine. I was just having trouble putting my lens on. But it’s okay.” You said laughing a little, trying to make things more casual. You always laughed whenever you got nervous. After a few extra minutes of small talk with Shawn, he eventually had to go on stage to perform and you had to be out there too, taking pictures. You got some good shots of several different celebrities so you were proud of yourself. As the evening went on, it got later and you got tired. Your photography instructor told you take however many pictures you wanted, and she didn’t give you any time frames, so you figured you would give yourself a small break, and sit backstage on one of the couches and listen to Ariana Grande’s performance. She sang her powerful song Dangerous Woman which you loved. Ariana’s voice was strong and beautiful and you always wished you could sing something like that. After you sang along to Ariana’s performance, you decided to sing the song again but by yourself since it seemed that no one was around to hear your mediocre singing voice.

“Makessss me feel like a dangerous wommannn.” You flipped through snapchat stories on your phone as you belted out the rest of her song. You sang the last line, and your heart jumped out of your chest when all of a sudden you heard someone clapping. You almost dropped your phone.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. But that was incredible Y/N!” It was Shawn. Shawn Mendes was talking to you again. You sat there wide eyed, with bright red cheeks feeling a bit embarrassed about the fact that he just heard you sing, but you also felt slightly confused about the fact that he said it was incredible. You never thought your voice was really any good. You sang in choirs before, and you sing in the shower and in the car, but you always looked at singing as a hobby. You wished for it to be something more, but that never seemed realistic to you.

“Uh, thank you!” You said with a small smile, and putting your phone in your back pocket.

“That voice of yours deserves to be on the radio or something, seriously. How long have you been singing?” Shawn walked over, and sat down next to you on the couch.

“I don’t know, for as long as I can remember?” You laughed shyly, and looked at him, still wondering why he even thought you sounded good. Was he messing with you? Were you being pranked?

“You shouldn’t be sitting on a couch backstage, you should be performing, on stage.” Shawn was sitting rather close to you, and his voice was soft. He sounded genuine. You were in shock. Shawn Mendes, someone you thought had the voice of an angel, was saying that you had a good voice. And you didn’t know what to say, so you just looked down and smiled, trying to remain as humble as possible.

Two years later

You played with the cord of the microphone as you tried to keep a straight face, while being interviewed backstage at the Teen Choice Awards. “You’ve gotten quite popular so quickly, do you ever miss when you weren’t famous?” The woman said to you with a smile on her face.

“Of course, but I love this job. I’m grateful either way.” You said simply. After a few more questions, you finally finished the interview. You sat backstage while people reapplied makeup, and you chatted with whoever else was getting their makeup done. Several people congratulated you on your new album that was just released, and you thanked them. Your life has drastically changed after your old friend Shawn Mendes had convinced you to post a over on YouTube. After you did, he shouted you out, causing you to gain thousands of followers and soon enough you were signed. But that was two years ago. You and Shawn talked as friends for maybe 6 months and then stopped. You don’t know why but it just happened. Both of your lives were busy, so you didn’t really let it bother you. Just as you were thinking of someone you haven’t spoken to for so long, Shawn walked into the room backstage. You pretended not to notice by looking at yourself in the mirror, fixing any mistakes your makeup artists made. You weren’t a makeup expert but sometimes your makeup artist didn’t know what looked good on you.

“Y/N?” You heard him. Shawn. You saw him now too. You saw him behind you in the reflection of the mirror and you quickly turned around.

“Shawn!” You said kindly giving him an awkward hug.

“It’s been so long. How are you? Congrats on your album by the way.” He scratched the back of his neck as he spoke.

“Thank you! And I’m great, how are you?”

You remembered very well when you met Shawn two years ago, at this exact place. It was crazy how you went from taking pictures of celebrities, to actually becoming a celebrity and now you watched people take pictures of you. You and Shawn talked for about 20 minutes or so. The awards show was technically over and you were supposed to be attending an afterparty but instead you were here talking with Shawn. You both caught up on each other’s lives and eventually you exchanged numbers. You had his number from two years ago, but apparently it was changed.

“I’m sorry for not talking to you for so long. I’m glad we caught up though, and I’d love to take this conversation further sometime, somewhere else.” Shawn’s cheeks were a pretty pink and it made you smile. Was he asking you on a date?

“Like.. Where?” You teased him and laughed, titling your head.

“You ever been to that coffee shop downtown?”

“I haven’t actually.” And so Shawn and you skipped the afterparty and went on a simple date to the coffee shop, and talked for the rest of the night.

Kiss Me

Originally posted by daeguboy

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

Genre: So much fluff

Warnings:

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary:  “I’ve got a friend tonight who flew all the way from South Korea! Kim Namjoon where you at, brother?!”

Or where Namjoon surprises you at an Ed Sheeran concert

// MANDATORY BASIC CONCERT FLUFF FIC

// I didn’t have Wi-Fi while writing this so most of it is, unfortunately, pure assumption. I’m sorry :< I finished this at 2am lol

The soothing sounds of the piano drifted through your ears, you always loved music but never knew how to create it for yourself. You didn’t know how to recreate the comfort it would give you when you were sad, you never had the proper words to sing when you were happy. Making it was never your thing, it was more of your boyfriend Namjoon’s kind. But that didn’t stop you from enjoying and loving it. You couldn’t create your own, so you loved the music that others created for their hearts to be expressed through and for yours to be touched. So you found yourself here, on a vacation in Europe, at an Ed Sheeran concert.

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Here to support your scenarios blog!! Can I have a mark lee fluff where he tries to cheer you up cause you’re upset (u can make up the reason if u want!!) I hope your blog does well ♡♡♡

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“Maaaaaaaarkk~ Please, can you come over?” you whined over the phone.

“_____~” Mark replied in your tone. You furrow your brows and let out half laugh.

“It’s so cold and I’m bored.”

“I’ll be over in a bit with food. Wait for me,” he chuckled and hung up. You puffed a sigh and slumped against the couch. You were in your PJs and one of Mark’s hoodies, wrapped up in three blankets sitting in front of the TV watching a rom-com but that wasn’t enough to keep you entertained. It was cold and cloudy outside, it looked like it was about to bucket down with rain. Not the best weather for doing anything. Not like you could do anything anyway. Your ankle was fractured from you being your careless self and missing a step while walking to class. Your parents were working so they couldn’t take you anywhere fun so you were left to fend for yourself in this cruel world.

After about half an hour you the sound of the doorbell could be heard. You threw off the many layers of blankets and not being bothered with taking your crutches, you hopped your way to the front door. You opened the door to be greeted by a tall, blonde haired boy whose smile made you all fuzzy inside. Mark stood there wearing grey sweatpants and a dark blue hoody – just a simple look but a look that made you giddy inside. In his left hand he held a plastic bag, which seemed to contain packets of potato chips and hot cocoa mix. You open your arms and lean in towards him to give him a bear hug, which he returns. He cheeks are dusted with a pinkish colour – not from the cold weather though. He loved how you looked with his hoodie on and how you weren’t wearing any makeup and how your hair was put in a messy bun.

“Aren’t you cute today,” he said all smiley. You let out a giggle and pulled him inside before he froze to death.

“Go sit down, I’ll get the snacks ready” he says smiling.  You gave him a look.

“No way, man. I don’t even trust you pouring chips into a bowl you are not stepping into that kitchen,” you declared.

“You don’t trust me making you hot chocolate?” he covered his mouth pretending to be shocked.

“No, because the last time you made me hot chocolate it basically tasted like warm milk. There was not chocolate!” you recalled.

“There was too chocolate. Your tastebuds are just screwed up,” he exclaimed. “Let me make it,” you said as you hopped towards him. He looked at you in astonishment. “Excuse me, miss but I’m sure that last time I checked my birth certificate it said my name was ‘Absolutely Fully Capable’. Also,” he motioned his arm to your leg “you are injured!”

“Dude, I feel like I’m more capable than you in the kitchen just let me do it,” you chuckled.  You guys liked call each other ‘dude’ and ‘man’ more than you call each other ‘babe’. It was just how you two were.

After a while of fighting over who was going to make hot chocolate, he finally let you have your way and flopped himself onto the couch waiting for you to finish so he could help you bring everything to your living room.

When everything was prepared, you guys sat on the couch together, with your legs over his. You guys shared a blanket while each of you hugged a mug of hot chocolate between your hands. It felt so much warmer with Mark next you, the room had more life.

“How does it feel being a cripple?” Mark asked in an amusing tone. You puffed your cheeks.

“To be honest, I hate it so much. It’s so annoying having to carry those stupid sticks around everywhere. Even harder getting up and down stairs especially during break when everyone is running towards the cafeteria. Why me?” you sulked.  “I still have three weeks left till I get this stupid thing off my leg,” you pointed to your cast.

“Maybe I should carry you around school for the next three weeks” he suggested in a cheery voice. You nudged your elbow into his ribs gently “no.” He chuckled and gave you a peck on your cheek to cheer you up. You looked so cute when you’re angry to him.

You two huddled in closer to keep warm. You had your head on his shoulder and he rested his head on yours. It had started raining at that moment. The sound of the rain made you sleepy, but you didn’t want to sleep. This moment felt too good to be sleeping. Mark felt it too; he knew you that you fell asleep easily to the sound of rain and he also didn’t want you to sleep. His eyes scanned the room looking for something to do. His eyes landed on your basket of nail polishes.

“Can I paint your nails?” he asked like a child. This was both a good and bad idea. You didn’t know if Mark was either going to be silly or serious with this but, who cares? It would keep you awake.

“Okay!”

Bottles of polish were sprawled everywhere on the coffee table. Mark had your hand in his and his other hand was occupied with a brush. His face was full of determination. His brows knitted together and his tongue poked out a little from his pink lips – the look he usually has when he’s writing lyrics or taking a math exam. Mark was doing pretty well though. He wasn’t as good in creative arts as he was in performing arts but these results surprised you. Sure there was some polish here and there on your cuticles but he looked so focused you just let it go.

“Done!” he burst out, putting down the bottle. He excitedly grabbed your hands to examine his sparkly pink artwork. He looked so proud, his face brighter than ever.

“Do you like it?” he asked. You pulled him by his shoulders and pecked his lips in appreciation.

“I love them, thank you~” you cooed with delight. While you stared at your nails, the most amazing idea popped in your head.

“Lets get matching nails,” you jumped in your seat. He looked scared, his eyes widened and his mouth parted.

“No. You are not doing it to me. No. No. Just no,” he raised his voice. You gave him the puppy eyes and started to swing your shoulders.

“Please? ~”

“No~” he said mockingly. You crossed your arms and pouted. You could tell he was starting to give in.

“The guys will tease me to death,” he mumbled.

“But you love me, don’t you?”

“I’m not so sure about that,” he said jokingly while passing you the bottle of pink nail polish. He leaned in closer and gave you a kiss on your lips then smiled as he held out his hands, ready for you to paint.

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omgg about time i posted hey? idk if this was any good but feel free to give feedback! idek if this really even matches up with the request omgggg I’m sorry

imagine.

the boys just got to their hotel rooms.

jungkook and taehyung are probably scared out of their wits, staying completely silent because they’re so upset and so afraid.

jimin and hobi are just silently staring off into space, utterly depressed and unlike their usual happy hyper selves because of everything that just happened.

jin is just worriedly pacing back and forth, hoping namjoon is alright, hoping the other members are alright, hoping this whole situation will turn out alright.

yoongi’s pissed out of his mind, pissed enough to want to yell at someone and punch something but he stays quiet.

and namjoon.

i can just see poor namjoon locking himself up in another room, blaming himself, beating up on himself, stressing out by himself on how to resolve this, refusing to talk to the other members because he thinks this is his fault. blaming himself for ruining a concert. i can see him never ever forgetting this moment for the rest of his life. 

all because of a joke. 

i’m imagining all of this right now with tears in my eyes. they don’t deserve this. no matter how insensitive and careless his words were, namjoon doesn’t deserve this. all of BTS don’t deserve this. 

will they believe us when we say we love them now? will they be too afraid to come perform for us now? will they think “ah, korean fans love us so much, but man the international fans… remember that one time?” 

will they forever look at us international fans differently now?

don’t send that girl hate messages. don’t send her death threats. yes, report her. but more importantly we need to show the boys how much we, us international fans, love them. it’s unfair that one person’s actions are creating such a horrible rep for all of us, but that doesn’t mean we should just give up and let them think that way. 

please, send them fancafe messages, tweets, ANYTHING, showing them we love them and that we’re so so so sorry. it’s unfair we have to apologize for something we didn’t do? well let me ask you, how much do you love BTS then? are you willing to apologize for that person so that BTS may be reassured that we love them? just think about how hard they work just for us. what does that mean to you?

this fandom is falling apart but that doesn’t mean it’s over. please love BTS and show it. these are dark times, but we need to stick together now more than ever. do it for BTS. 

Girl Meets Talent

hahuuurrrr fanfiction

(part 1, part 2) note: talent takes place a year before these, which are junior year.

 other fics: new years, detective maya, subway blurb

In which Eastview High has a talent show, Maya enters, and Lucas had heard she could sing, but he had no idea. (sophomores)

“Howdy, partner,” Maya’s cheerful Texas-accented voice greets, “hi Zay.” He laughs at her nickname for Lucas and says hello.

“Hey, shortstack,” Lucas retorts. “Hi Riley.” Riley smiles and waves at Lucas.

“Farkle,” Maya says as a hello to him. He looks up from his book just long enough to say hi to the two girls. Maya tilts her head sideways to read the title of the book and laughs, making Lucas wonder briefly what it is.

“Don’t sound so excited to see him,” Riley replies for Farkle sarcastically.

“Not a problem,” Maya deadpans. Riley laughs and shoves her best friend’s shoulder, shaking her head.

“Okay, I give up. Let’s go,” Riley says dramatically. Maya and Zay follow her into class.

“Farkle, it’s time for class,” Lucas waves a hand in front of his face to get his attention. “What are you reading anyway?” Lucas tilts Farkle’s book upward so he can read the title, realizing why Maya found it so amusing and laughing. “Belgium in the 1830s, I should have known.”

Farkle glares in the direction of the classroom. “We never actually learn about Belgium 1831, ever. I decided to educate myself, because Riley is probably going to have some problem, and if not I’m sure Yogi will come up with something.”

“So, after you finish this book, you’ll know everything?” Lucas pats his shoulder. Farkle nods, satisfied, and stands up to walk into class.

“Okay class, Belgium 1831,” Mr. Matthews says immediately. Farkle rolls his eyes, and Maya and Lucas burst out laughing. Riley and Zay each give them confused looks.

“Go ahead and try, handbone. I’m just reading about it because it’s not going to happen.”

“You finally decided to find out yourself, huh?” Maya smirks. “Why didn’t you just use Google, like, two years ago?” Farkle doesn’t answer, too busy glaring at Mr. Matthews.

“In 1831,” he starts, “Belgium started a revolution.”

Farkle’s staring at him in disbelief. “Seriously? Today of all days?”

“Okay, give us something, Riley,” Lucas laughs. Riley contemplates.

“I got nothin’,” she shrugs. Maya raises an eyebrow.

“Yogi?” She leans forward to look at him. He shakes his head.

“This revolution forced Europe to recognize Belgium’s dependence from the Kingdom of the Netherlands.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Farkle mutters. “I haven’t even gotten to this part in the book.”

“When-”

“Talent show sign ups!” A singsong voice interrupts.

A smiling girl with light blue hair appears in the doorway, effectively cutting off the Belgium 1831 lesson. She has black-rimmed glasses and is wearing a large maroon sweatshirt and ripped jeans.

“Who’s joining?” She grins, scanning the room. Her eyes light up when she spots Maya, walking toward her desk. “Maya! You’re gonna sign up, right?” Maya stares at her.

“What?” She frowns. “No way, sorry Alexa.” Alexa pouts. Lucas thinks she’s cute in a nerdy kind of way, faint freckles sprinkling her nose and cheekbones that he’s sure you’d miss if you weren’t close enough. Her eyes are either light brown or green; Lucas can’t really tell and they seem to keep changing.

“Oh, come on! It’s fun, and you get to skip sixth period every day,” Alexa flashes a smile, knowing Maya’s sixth period is math. She and Maya have a solid thirty second staring contest. Neither backs down until Maya groans, and Lucas is surprised to say the least.

“You suck,” she informs Alexa, who claps excitedly, sliding a paper over. Maya reluctantly signs her name on a line.

“Aw, you love me,” Alexa dismisses. “I’m the pianist-slash-guitarist, so I need your music by Thursday,” she says. Maya glares at her.

“I’ll probably need your help writing something,” she sighs, handing the paper back.

“No problem, I’m always in the choir room after school,” Alexa says happily. “It’s gonna be so awesome!” She turns back to the rest of the class. “Anyone else want to sign up? We need crew to help set up, too.”

This is when Lucas finds out that apparently Dave is a magician and Yogi claims he’s gotten better at skating. Farkle signs up to do tap dancing and help with set up (because “I can multitask, I swear”), and Zay, Riley, and Lucas join as crew to help with lights and curtains, except it’s mostly so they can skip sixth period.

“Great, see you all tomorrow at 3:30, and thanks Mr. Matthews!” She waves at Riley and Maya.

“Anytime, Alexa,” Mr. Matthews smiles at her. She seems to put everyone in a good mood.

“How do you know her?” Lucas asks Riley and Maya curiously. He’d never met her, and she seemed pretty friendly with the two, especially Maya. The blonde turns to the side, resting her elbow on his desk.

“Alex is in my advanced art class,” Maya glances at him. “I met her on the first day of school. She sings and plays a couple instruments, too.”

“She’s good at them,” Riley agrees. “And she tutored me in math for a while.”

The bell rings, causing Farkle to snort because they never finished learning about Belgium 1831. What else is new? Lucas thinks.

“Ah, time for my favorite period of the day!” Maya exclaims. Riley and Zay laugh and Lucas smirks.

“Lunch isn’t even a class,” Farkle raises his eyebrows.

“Exactly,” Maya replies in a duh tone. “I can’t fail lunch.” She’s joking, but Lucas thinks he hears a sort if resentment masked by her light words.

“That’s true,” Riley nods, oblivious to her best friend’s tired look. Maya tries to smile at her. She makes eye contact with Lucas, who frowns slightly 

“You’re not failing all your classes,” Lucas laughs nervously, “I’m sure you have higher than an A in art, right?” Maya actually smiles this time, and Lucas is glad he’s the reason for it.

“Actually, other than art I have all D’s and a B in biology,” she informs them. Farkle give her a questioning look. “My teacher loves me, plus our grades so far have just been color coding diagrams and a poster we had to draw of the systems of a flower, which I actually put effort into.”

“Good job, peaches!” Riley smiles widely at her. “We should study for that photosynthesis test next week,” she remembers suddenly. “It’s, like, a hundred questions.” Maya groans.

“I’m busy after school for the next four years,” she smiles apologetically at Riley, who rolls her eyes and follows her into the cafeteria.

+ + +

“Okay everyone,” Alexa claps her hands loudly to get the group’s attention. “I’m Alexa, but you can call me Alex. If you’re here because you signed up to either be in or help out at the talent show, good. If not, the improv team meets in the other gym.” Lucas laughs when at least ten people leave quickly. “Now that that’s settled,” Alexa grins at the crowd, “I’m gonna have the performers go over to the left to confirm their act with Julia…” She pauses. When no one moves, she waves her hands. “I’m talking about now, children, get a move on!” 

Probably less than half of the students standing around move to the left, where a dark haired girl sits at a table with a notebook, Maya among them.

“Are there any adults here?” A blonde girl asks suspiciously. “Shouldn’t we be supervised?” Alexa frowns at her.

“I am supervising you,” she states matter-of-factly. “This is an entirely student-run talent show. I trust that you’ll all be mature enough to handle it.” She raises an eyebrow. The way she’s speaking makes Lucas think that anyone would probably listen to just about anything she said, even though she’s the same age as and younger than some of them. The blonde girl shifts uncomfortably. 

Alexa smiles brightly. “Great, so if you signed up to help run the show, you’re in the right place. If not, the cycling team meets in the auditorium.” Another three people trail out of the room, causing Riley to giggle. 

“You would think they’d have left when they heard this was for the talent show,” Farkle scoffs. Lucas shakes his head.

“Well, not everyone has as much common sense as you, buddy,” he replies kind of sarcastically, but of course Farkle doesn’t notice.

“That’s true,” Farkle agrees proudly. Riley laughs silently at him.

“First of all, we’re going to need someone to design the fliers and programs,” Alexa taps a pen against a clipboard. “Actually, no. Maya will do that.”

“Says who?” A yell comes from the other side of the room. Lucas stifles a laugh.

“Says me!” Alexa calls back, “I’m helping you write your song, you’re helping with the artsy stuff.”

“You’re in advanced art with me!”

“Fine, I’ll help,” Alexa sounds exasperated. “Anyway, next we need sound people, so if you want to do that write your name on this paper,” she raises one in the air, then sets it on the ground with a pen. “And if you want to do curtains and stage stuff, this paper.” Lucas looks at Riley and Farkle.

“I’m doing sound,” Farkle makes a beeline for the right line.

“I’m doing stage,” Riley heads for the other one. Lucas starts to follow her. He’s not good with machines, and then Alexa yells at him to choose stage anyway because they need someone to open and close the curtains.

“Let’s get this going,” Alexa pushes her hair back from her face and rubs her forehead. “We have exactly a month!”

+ + +

“Alright, people,” Alexa waves her hand. “We need that table on the other side of the auditorium.”

The talent show takes place in two hours, and Alexa seems to be stressing out more than Lucas’ mother right before a dinner party.

“Alexa,” Lucas calls. She turns, hair flying. “Is there, uh, anything I can do to help?” Alexa frowns, pressing her hands to her cheeks.

“Um,” she looks around quickly, biting her lip, “you can help Maya hang the posters?” Her expression is hopeful and slightly tired.

“Yeah, of course,” Lucas answers immediately. Her face lights up in a smile.

“Thank you so much,” she sighs, “you’re a lifesaver.” And in a second she’s off, praising some freshmen who are setting up the snack table.

“You need some help, shortstack?” Lucas’ voice is full of humor as he leans against the wall. Maya doesn’t even turn around, throwing a roll of tape that smacks him square on the forehead. “Ow!”

“You deserved it,” Maya shrugs. “Now come help me balance the ladder, hop-along.” He rolls his eyes, striding over to hold the ladder steady while the blonde climbs. “I can’t get the tack in,” Maya complains.

“Alright, let me up,” Lucas waves her down. Maya hops off the ladder, landing with a light thud. Lucas clambers up himself. “Hand me the pin,” he holds out a hand.

“I really want to stab you,” Maya admits, but sets the sharp object in his hand carefully anyway. Lucas laughs and sticks the pin into the wall successfully.

“There,” he descends the ladder and steps back to admire the poster. “Woah,” he mutters, actually looking at it for the first time. It’s a painting of a stage with sweeping velvet curtains and a grand piano positioned in the middle. “Maya, it’s beautiful,” he says in awe.

“Thanks, Ranger Rick,” Maya rubs her paint-covered hands together, looking away from the painting toward the doors. “I should go find Alexa, she wants to rehearse one more time before we perform.”

“You two wrote a song?” Lucas questions. Maya nods.

“About Riley,” Maya smiles fondly at the brunette, who’s talking animatedly to a a freshman who looks a little intimidated. 

“Riley?” Lucas is surprised. 

“Romantic love is too complicated.” Maya glances at him fleetingly. “She’s my best friend, it was easy. Alexa’s playing the guitar.” Maya picks up the box of tacks from the floor. “I’ll see you after the show, okay?” She waves as she walks away. Lucas watches her go. She wrote the song about Riley?

The only time he’d heard her sing was in eighth grade, in front of the school board when they were fighting to get the creative arts back. She barely sang a few words before he was forced to unplug her mic and cut it off, which he almost forgot to do because he was so in awe of her voice.

“She’s amazing,” Riley’s comment startles him. “You haven’t heard her, she’s amazing.”

“I believe you,” Lucas smiles. “She wrote the song about you, you know.” Riley blinks.

“Really?” She’s smiling so wide Lucas thinks her face might split.

“That might have supposed to have been a secret,” Lucas flinches. “Pretend you didn’t know that, okay?” Riley laughs.

“Yeah, okay. Come help Farkle and I check the mics,” she requests. “The people will start to arrive soon.”

+ + +

“Give it up for Dave the magician!” Alexa speaks into the microphone. Everyone claps. “Now for our grand finale, Maya Hart!” Someone brings her a guitar, and she sits on a stool as Maya walks out on stage and stands in front of the microphone. She smiles easily at the crowd, finding Riley, Farkle, and Lucas in the masses and her smile grows.

“Hi, I’m Maya, this is an original song written by Alexa and I, it’s called Seamless.” She takes a deep breath and Alexa plays the opening chords.

“Good morning, you’re leaving
I’ll see you in the evening
My best friend till the end
My better half no pretend
Our language is sacred
Though people try to solve it
New adventures on the way.”

Lucas is stunned.

“See what I mean?” Riley’s smiling proudly, knees curled up into her chest and arms wrapped around them. He just nods silently.

“She’s amazing,” he whispers.

“You and me together
Take on the world forever
I know all your secrets
And I promise you I’m gonna keep them
I’ll be there when you are feeling clueless
You and me, oh yeah we’re seamless
Woah oh, yeah, woah oh

We’re klutzy, but so lucky
That I always have you to catch me
We’re partners in crime
You’re stuck with me your whole life
So different, out of our minds
From a planet that’s hard to find
Every second every day.”

Maya takes the mic off of its stand, walking toward the end of the stage.

“You and me together
Take on the world forever
I know all your secrets
And I promise you I’m gonna keep them
I’ll be there when you are feeling clueless
You and me, oh yeah we’re seamless

You’re right by my side whenever I need you
Through the hardest times
I’ll be there for you
At the crack of dawn when the moon is gone
I won’t be hard to find
Cause you and me, oh yeah we’re seamless.”

Lucas’ eyes are wide. Alexa sings harmony quietly in the background, adding quietly to the angelic music.

“You and me together
Take on the world forever
I know all your secrets
And I promise you I’m gonna keep them
I’ll be there when you are feelings clueless
You and me, oh yeah we’re seamless.”

Alexa strums the last chords. The crowd explodes, clapping. Everyone is standing and screaming and Lucas thinks he’s screaming loudest of them all. Maya’s smiling wider than he’d ever seen her and he wishes he’d seen that smile more often, the one that makes her eyes crinkle at the corners and dimples carve into her cheeks. He loves how happy it makes her look.

“Maya, that was amazing,” he exclaims, not even thinking twice before he grabs her in a hug. Immediately he blushes and lets go to find that she’s still smiling just as wide. “I had no idea.”

“Me either,” Maya smiles breathtakingly, and he wraps his arms around her again.

idk my hands slipped I guess

Is it true, what they say?


Because they say a lot, let me tell you.

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