If you do prompts or know someone who does can you think of this rilaya prompt: in class vefore the teacher comes everyone is talking and discussing who is the smoothest flirt and everyone just looks at maya while she draws on her arm when she notices everyone looking at her and she denies it but riley mentions some of what she tells her like 'at 5.30 you turn gold ' and everyone notices that they are even more gay than thought and farkle is smug and lucas is just getting the idea
You’re so lucky I have two other prompts and some drawing stuff to do on top of all my homework or this would have been longer and angsty 😂
“It’s Yogi, you guys!”
Sarah turns in her seat to glare at Darby.
“Of course you would think Yogi’s the
best flirt,” she says. “You’ve been dating the kid since he was born!”
“I have not! And anyway, that’s not why I
think so. He just is.”
“Objectively speaking, I believe Darby is
correct,” Farkle says. “Who’s to accurately judge who the best flirt is except
by verifiable data? Yogi was the first to get a girlfriend, so it must be him.”
“I think it’s Maya.”
The whole class pauses in their debate at
Yogi’s words, then turns to stare at Maya, who’s reclined in her seat with a
purple marker poised over an intricate design on her left arm. She looks up at
the sudden silence and frowns when she sees all eyes on her.
“Maya?” Lucas laughs. “Look, if this is about
me and her again, what she does isn’t flirting.”
“What are you guys even talking about?” Maya
asks. “No, really, I wasn’t listening. What’s this about me and Lucas?”
“Yogi’s right, but she doesn’t flirt with
Lucas,” Dave says, ignoring Maya’s question.
“Flirt? Who do I flirt with?”
Maya freezes. Riley, who’s been unusually
silent through the conversation, freezes too.
Maya turns around to face Yogi. “What…are you
“I hear some of the things you say to her.”
Yogi wiggles his eyebrows.
Maya’s mouth falls open as the class begins
murmuring amongst themselves, most agreeing with Yogi, some shaking their
heads. They quiet down again when Maya turns to Riley, who’s staring wide-eyed
down at the fingers she’s twiddling in her lap, and addresses her directly.
“Riley! I don’t flirt with you, right?” Maya
says. “Tell ‘em.”
“Well….” Riley shrugs. “I mean…I can see how
some of the things you say can be…interpreted
“Well, you did say I look gold once. I think
the exact words were, ‘at 5:30, you turn gold.’” She blushes a little at the
memory. She’d always thought a lot of the things Maya says to her are romantic,
but she’d never thought she meant
them that way. At least, not until Yogi pointed it out, too.
“They didn’t know about that,” Maya says, her
voice low. “That was an us moment!”
“That sounded pretty romantic too, Maya,” Farkle
says. “I mean, sometimes I’m wrong about these things, but….”
“Okay, well…that was one—two—times. That’s
not flirting; it’s just…you know, being friendly to my best friend!”
“You also call me a lot of names like honey,
sweetie, pumpkin, sunshine….”
“You call me peaches! How is that any
Riley hesitates. “Well, maybe…maybe it’s not,”
she says. “Maybe I call you that because I like you as more than a friend.”
And just like that, the classroom is so
silent Maya and Riley are both sure everyone else can hear their hearts
pounding in their chests.
“I knew it!” Farkle says eventually. “I knew
I wasn’t imagining things between you two!”
“Wait a minute,” Lucas says. “What? Riley,
you have feelings for Maya?”
“Maybe,” she says. “Well…okay, yes. But
nothing has to change!” she adds, turning to Maya. “Our friendship can stay
just the way it is.”
“…What if I want it to change?” Maya asks as
if choosing her words carefully.
“How would you want it to change?” Riley
asks, half afraid Maya will want to distance herself.
Maya stands up and circles around to the
front of Riley’s desk. She lifts Riley’s chin, leans down, and places a chaste
kiss on her lips.
Both of them flinch away when they hear a
startled yelp and a door slamming from the front of the room. “I need to worry about
her now, too?” Cory says. “And in my
classroom no less, my sacred space!” He sighs. “I need to start coming in
“It’s okay, dad,” Riley laughs. “You know
Cory smiles. “I do. I know she’ll treat you
right.” He grabs a piece of chalk and writes the day’s lesson on the board: ‘The