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Top 20 Art Hoe Closet Basics

So I was asked by a lovely anon to make a list of the top 20 pieces an art hoe might have in their closet ~

I based this on what I’ve seen a lot of on the tumblr tag as well as what I personally like to wear!

1. Circle Shades

I see these everywhere and I think they’re so cute! My best friend has a pair that she wears all the time <3

lucyfromtheskyxx looks absolutely adorable in hers: x

2. High Waisted Jean Shorts

Bonus points if they’re patched, painted, patterned, or embroidered!

jaseyb looks like a goddess in hers!! x

3. Black & White Striped Top

The black & white striped top is a pretty big staple I think, whether it’s a crop, tank, tee, ect ~

cactusforce looks so cute in her stripey tee tbh x

4. Red & White Striped Top

Sort of an alternate of the black & white, I haven’t seen this as much but it’s still very cute!

vegangodess shows us how it’s done: x

5. Art Socks

Art socks are one of my favorite staples, I have a pair of knee high starry night ones that I just adore <3

peachyfro‘s art socks are amazing!! x

6. Overalls

I think they look especially cute with one strap undone!

sighingbud looks so cute in hers omg: x

7. Floral Buttondown

Buttoned, unbuttoned, or tied around your waist <3

picassoplants looks v v nice in hers!! x

8. Kanken Backpack

Usually in yellow, green, blue, or red ~

9. Black Crop Top

This isn’t a specifically “art hoe” piece, but I’ve seen it a lot paired with high waisted shorts and mom jeans

witchbetterhavemymonet looks like a goddess in hers!! x

10. Doc Martens

You mostly see the original black pairs, but I think the floral ones are nice too <3

11. Jean Jacket

Bonus points for cute pins!!

daniliion pulls it off so well and her whole aesthetic is honestly great: x

12. Choker Necklace

The black squiggly ones are most common, and the ones with yin-yang signs

otterprints daisy choker is causing me major choker envy tbh: x

13. Mustard Yellow SOMETHING

Sweaters, crop tops, shirts, skirts – as long as it’s mustard yellow, you’re “gold” <3

skatewitch4lyfe looks like she was born to wear this color omg <3 x

14. Cobalt Blue SOMETHING

Just like with mustard yellow, cobalt blue is a really important color! Wear it on anything ~

honey-vanhoe‘s blue tank top is the cutest!! x

15. Grid-Print SOMETHING

Bonus points for a matching top and bottom set! <333

sexy-avocado-party looks like art in hers: x

16. Mom Jeans

I’ve heard that you can usually thrift these, and they’re super comfy?! I’m still on the lookout for a pair

hellobowlme‘s mom jeans are on point: x

17. Quirky Baseball Cap

Usually forwards, sometimes backwards, always cute <3

18. Oversized Artsy Graphic Shirt

The bigger the better! Bonus points for tucking it into your high waisted shorts/jeans and rolling up the sleeves!!

coqnac‘s is A+++ x

19. Converse

I mostly see white converse, and some black as well ~

distortxd paired hers with art socks!! x

20. Huge Cardigan

Again, the bigger the better! Wear them all the time with anything <3

idiot4art has such a cool cardigan: x


So that’s my top 20!! Like I said it’s based mostly on what I’ve seen and worn, everyone’s unique and everyone’s got their own idea of what the “art hoe” style is ~

the signs as aesthetics

aries: Gatsby aesthetic. Gold and black. Angles and sharp lines. Dancing. Flowing fabric.

taurus: teen witch aesthetic. Black sunhats. Glittery eyelids. Chipped nail polish. Human skulls.

gemini: librarian aesthetic. Circular glasses. Candlelight. The smell of old books. Evergreen and maroon.

cancer: techno aesthetic. Hot pink and lime green. Grids. Laptops in bathtubs. Static.

leo: big city aesthetic. Round dark sunglasses. Pencil skirts. Skyscrapers. Museums.

virgo: 40s aesthetic. Victory curls. Denim and cotton. Red and white. Quiet smiles.

libra: space aesthetic. Comet trails. Black holes. Supernovas. Tattoos of the constellations.

scorpio: sk8erboi aesthetic. Loose clothing. Neon and black. The sound of wheels on pavement. Snapbacks.

sagittarius: nature hoe aesthetic. Weeds swallowing up abandoned houses. Mustard yellow tank tops. Wilting sunflowers. Little green beetles.

capricorn: photography aesthetic. Statues of the greek gods. Marble. Fountains. Cheekbones.

aquarius: 70s aesthetic. Turquoise and red. Bellbottoms. Long braided hair. Lava lamps.

pisces: the Plathsthetic. Oversized beige sweaters. Raindrops pummeling windows. Tattered copies of The Bell Jar. Unmade beds.

ex girl

rating : pg - 13

word count : 1510

characters : you x wonho

genre : fluff, café!! au

It’d been two hours since you’ve been glued to the seat of your desk in your dorm, trying your hardest to study for your exams and finish your assignments but procrastination would always run ahead of your motivation.

There was no point in continuing to tap your pen on your lined piece of paper that was barely dented by a few sentences and internally crying while you shoved sodium and MSG ladened ramen packets into your mouth. You were going to go out and get some coffee to get some fresh air and intake as much caffeine as humanly possible to makeup for all of your time wasted.

You slipped on a pair of shorts, sneakers, and draped a mustard yellow cardigan on top of your white shirt and rushed out the door so that you could escape the suffocating feeling that school work was giving you. A small sigh of relief escaped your mouth as the cool midnight air was hitting your exposed skin, making you curl your fingers in your over sized cardigan pockets. 

Nearly every store that you passed by was either closed or was in the process of locking up, making you anxious because the last thing you wanted to do was resort to Redbull or cheap convenient store coffee to keep you awake. The only light that was making your path illuminated were the street lamps, making you squint, searching for an open café.

And lough and behold, a draft of the fresh coffee aroma drew you towards a small shop with fairy lights, lace table cloths, and a sign that said open ‘til 12 hung at the door. You pulled out your phone, 11:49.

Once you opened the door the sound of acoustic guitars and a bell rang as you walked over to the counter. You sat on one of the high stools where you could see into the back where the baristas were brewing coffee. “I’m sorry but we’re about to close soon,” a young guy around your age said with a regretful look on his face to you and another girl that was sitting two seats away.

“I was planning on going in and out,” you said. “Is that okay?”

“Of course! What would you like?”

“Iced caramel macchiato, please.” You pulled out change out of your coin purse and paid him. He started to work on your order frantically, probably rushing to go home making you feel bad for ordering when they were just about to close.

The other barista laughed and turned to his co-worker, “hey, I’ll take over, you go home.” Your eyebrows raised when he turned around.

He also recoiled for a second before propping his arms on the counter and smiling at you, “your order?”

“Uh, yeah,” you smiled back awkwardly. Wonho always said that he worked at a café but he never mentioned which one. He had said that he didn’t want you to see him working, he thought that he wouldn’t look attractive. But now you were eyeing his toned muscles through the slightly translucent white dress shirt that was covered by a beige apron.

“Coming right up,” he winked before turning around again. You watched as he poured in ice and syrups into a mixing cup. Your eyes were basically glued onto his back, longing the feeling of your arms around his torso and smelling his strawberry soap.

You placed your hands on your cheek and forced yourself to look down onto the wooden counter. You two split up for a reason; you had to focus on school and he needed more affection. Of course you weren’t able to give it to him but the last two months without him were making you even less motivated.

“What’s your name sweetheart?” He tilted his head to the side and placed a sharpie on the plastic cup, waiting for your reply.

“You know my name, Wonho,” you pursed your lips, trying your best to hide your happiness at his teasing.

He scrunched up his nose, “hmm, doesn’t ring a bell.”

“You’ve been calling it out almost every night for around 8 months,” you stated, really hoping that you had a cup of tea to sip on.

Wonho coughed and pretended to clear his throat before scribbling something onto the cup and pouring your coffee into it. He slid the cup towards you, “enjoy.”

You spun your drink around to look at what he put down onto the cup and you shook your head and stifled back a laugh, making him smile at your reaction. The wet plastic against your hand made you almost lose your grip on it as you held it up to him. “Really?” You pointed to his sloppy print. “bbygirl ;)”

“That’s what I called you no?” He held out his hands and shrugged. “Hey can you fold up your sleeves for me?” Wonho leaned over so that his body was basically almost toppling over the counter so that he could be 10cm away from your face.

You tilted your head to the side teasingly, “but you have two free hands.”

He placed his thumb in his mouth making you heat up at how good he looked at the moment but who were you kidding, he always looked irresistible. “My fingers have caramel on them though.”

“I’ll roll them up for you!” The girl from beside you jumped in. Both of you turned to her, you in surprise and him in slight annoyance. But he put on one of his heart tugging smiles and glided over to her, “thanks.”

You felt a pang of jealousy hit you, which made you feel pitiful when both of you decided to split up. “Wow, you’re so buff!” When she exclaimed you wanted to just shout, “he’s mine.” But he wasn’t anymore, for quite some time.

Out of curiosity and impulse you glanced over to see her smoothing out his barely wrinkled shirt which made you make a face of  slight disgust. Wonho leaned into her ear and whispered something quick which made her jump off of her stool and walk out in a huff.

“What was that about?” You asked; wanting to know what he said but also slightly happy now that his attention was on you. Even if you weren’t together, he still gave you butterflies like the first time you laid eyes on him.

Wonho’s plump pink lips curled into a smirk, “don’t worry ‘bout it.”

“Hey, Wonho! Close up time!’ The other employee called out while putting on a black leather jacket messily.

“You go on ahead,” he said while waving his hand to dismiss him. “Have a nice night!”

“Yeah, you too!” Was all the boy said before bolting out the door and slamming it, causing the small golden bell hanging on top of it to ring out loudly.

After the clattering of the metal disappeared, both of you were left in silence. You two suddenly didn’t know what to say or do, yet both of you didn’t want to leave the café as every second you spent together was going to be savoured. “So,” you both started simultaneously. You waited to see if he’d say something but he didn’t so you decided to voice your thoughts.

“Go out with me.”

“Not interested,” he said overlapping you.

You were taken aback and you could feel your forehead getting hot out of embarrassment and your eyes burning as they were slowly forming tears of disappointment. “What?”

“I told the girl that I wasn’t interested,” Wonho laughed. He placed his palms on the wooden counter and jumped over to your side, nearly knocking over the tip jar and cash register. He walked over to you slowly and slid his hands down onto your waist after you hopped down from the stool to face him. “You on the other hand, have my interest every moment of the day.”

His lips placed themselves gently on top of yours as if he was getting used to the sensation of kissing you. You pushed your chin higher and wrapped your arms around his neck so that your lips matched like a puzzle piece, like they were made for each other. Now that you were touching him, you started to wonder how you survived without his love.

When you two finally pulled apart for air he pressed his forehead against yours, giggling slightly. You laughed and shook your head at his cute reaction when he was trying to hit on you just before.

He called out your name softly, making you gaze up at him. “I’ve missed you.”

“I have too,” you nodded. “But I thought you were pretending to forget my name?”

“I could never forget you, I just did that to cope. I’ll always love you but something’s a little different.”

You were getting worried again, “what is it?”

“Your lips taste like ramen today,” he chuckled.

“Leave me alone!” You slapped him in while laughing.

“I never said it was a bad thing!” He said to defend himself. “That just makes two things I can’t live without.”

The signs as art hoe style

aries: black crop top, distressed mom jeans, burgundy beanie

taurus: cobalt blue dress, yin-yang choker, doc martens

gemini: starry night socks, mustard yellow cardigan, black beanie

cancer: grid print skirt, lavender crop top, white sneakers

leo: large glasses, floppy black hat, yellow striped dress

virgo: floral button down, birkenstocks, denim skirt

libra: circle shades, patchy jean jacket, moon choker

scorpio: red and white striped top, black high waisted shorts, blue converse

sagittarius: pineapple shirt, pink skirt, doc martens

capricorn: overalls with one strap undone, sunflower top, choker, black socks

aquarius: black and white striped top, vintage high waisted shorts, daisy crown

pisces: plum cardigan, mustard yellow crop top, white converse

get to know me tag

i was tagged by @nolan-sims <3 you guys get to see how boring and inexperienced i am!

1st rule: tag people who you would like to know better: @simnook @marsies @pixielated @soneasims

  • Relationship Status: single
  • Last Song I Listened To: “chanel” by frank ocean
  • Last Book Read/Listened To: “pride & prejudice” by jane austen for english, “one more thing” by bj novak for me
  • Favorite Color(s): mustard yellow, burgundy
  • Top Three Shows: breaking bad, it’s always sunny in philadelphia, the office
  • Top Three Characters: jesse pinkman, charlie kelly, jim halpert
  • Top Three Ships: macdennis, jimxpam, some third thing

2nd Rule: BOLD the statements that are true for you!

APPEARANCE:

  • I am 5'7” or taller
  • I wear glasses
  • I have at least one tattoo
  • I have at least one piercing
  • I have blonde hair
  • I have brown eyes
  • I have short hair
  • My abs are at least somewhat defined
  • I have or have had braces

PERSONALITY:

  • I love meeting new people
  • People tell me that I’m funny
  • Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me
  • I enjoy physical challenges
  • I enjoy mental challenges
  • I’m playfully rude with people I know well
  • I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it
  • There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY:

  • I can sing well
  • I can play an instrument
  • I can do over 30 pushups without stopping
  • I’m a fast runner
  • I can draw well
  • I have a good memory
  • I’m good at doing math in my head
  • I can hold my breath underwater for under a minute
  • I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling
  • I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch
  • I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES:

  • I enjoy playing sports
  • I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else
  • I was in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else
  • I have learned a new song in the past week
  • I work out at least once a week
  • I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months
  • I have drawn something in the past month
  • I enjoy writing
  • FANDOMS ARE MY #1 PASSION
  • I do or have done martial arts

EXPERIENCES:

  • I have had my first kiss
  • I have had alcohol
  • I have scored the winning goal in a sports game
  • I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting
  • I have been at an overnight event
  • I have been in a taxi
  • I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year
  • I have beaten a video game in one day
  • I have visited another country
  • I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts

RELATIONSHIPS

  • I’m in a relationship
  • I have a crush on a celebrity
  • I have a crush on someone I know
  • I have been in at least 3 relationships
  • I have never been in a relationship
  • I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them
  • I get crushes easily
  • I have had a crush on someone for over a year
  • I have been in a relationship for at least a year
  • I have had feelings for a friend

MY LIFE:

  • I have at least one person I consider a “best friend”
  • I live close to my school
  • My parents are still together
  • I have at least one sibling
  • I live in the united states
  • There is snow right now where I live
  • I have hung out with a friend in the past month
  • I have a smartphone
  • I have at least 15 CD’s
  • I share my room with someone

RANDOM SHIT:

  • I have breakdanced
  • I know a person named Jamie
  • I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce
  • I have dyed my hair
  • I’m listening to one song on repeat right now
  • I have punched someone in the past week
  • I know someone who has gone to jail
  • I have broken a bone
  • I have eaten a waffle today
  • I know what I want to do with my life
  • I speak at least 2 languages
  • I have made a new friend in the past year

I am beyond angry. Today in school, i felt really cute. I was wearing this really cute, flowy mustard yellow tank top, skinny jeans, and converse. The sleeves on the shirt were a bit low, so i wore a grey tank under it, to avoid getting dresscoded for my bra showing. I was sitting at lunch, minding my business, with my tank top on, when i got told to put my jacket on by the freshman principle. Right after she daid that, a guy wearing a tanktop with thinner straps than mine walked right by her, and guess what was said to him. NOTHING. I am sick and tired of these double standard dress codes. I am one hundred percent sure that a guy is not gonna look at me and think “dang. Her shoulders turn me on.” I would understand it if the arm holes were cut low, but they werent, and i wore a 2nd shirt under it. This needs to be fixed.

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todays outfit is brought to you by bringing out the mustard yellow element of this paisley skirt! i’m in love with it- the shape, the feel, the fabric, the fall colors, the way it looks on me when i twirl around! i paired it with a red necklace/ring to match the red accents in the skirt & my brown strap wedge sandals made the transition from summer into fall for those warmer autumn days.

Matters of the Hart: Shortstack

This one’s for hucklebucket​ because this post made this fic happen. 
Hope this was okay!

In which Maya Hart comes to school not wearing heels. 

*Set sometime after Girl Meets Mr. Squirrels. You can decide when though. 
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Word count: 1910
***Grumpy Maya calls for a little bit of Humor
**** For the third day of Lucaya Month

Humid air lingered in the atmosphere down in the tunnels of the subway. It was always like this, making New Yorkers cringe at the feel of their clothes sticking to their skin. No matter what the weather was outside, the subways tunnels were always at least 5 degrees hotter. Be it because of the massive amount of bodies or the heat that radiated off of the subway cars’ engines, it was something that not even Maya Hart could get used to and she practically grew up on a subway train.

The blonde was about to exit the car and step onto the platform, but someone behind her decided that they were more important and shoved her aside, making Maya lose her balance. “Seriously?!”  Maya’s heeled bootie became lodged in the gap between the landing platform and the train and with a few gentle tugs, she realized that it was a way more serious problem. Her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets in panic. Throngs of people walked passed her as she stood there with her heel stuck, not paying her any mind. 



Maya looked left and right, trying to find someone willing to help. It was no use, adults were rushing to get to their jobs and teens were trying to get to school. It was almost time for the double doors to close on the train and Maya refused to lose a leg that day. Though, Maya did contemplate it, thinking that it would be a very good and valid excuse to skip school today.

She planted her right foot firmly on the ground and tugged on her left leg with all her might, trying to dislodge the wooden heel.

Pop!

The look on Maya’s face went from completely shocked and panicked to one that resembled something akin to annoyance and disbelief. Her raised eyebrows quickly dropped down on her forehead and her eyes closed slightly, glaring at whatever she was currently staring at.

Though her foot was now free, she didn’t dare put it down. She had stumbled and hopped on one foot off the thick yellow cautionary line in her struggle. Maya sucked on her teeth and clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth before she whipped her head back to look at her foot behind her in the air.

“Really? Like, actually. You’re serious right now?”! Maya Hart exclaimed in the still busy station. The fact that she was talking to only herself drew the attention of many. They all wondered if she was all there upstairs. Maya grumbled loudly and glared at anyone that gave her an odd look as she stomped out of the station, limping on one leg.

A very happy and chipper Riley Matthews finished up at the table while Auggie and Topanga worked on clearing breakfast, putting dishes into the sink. “I wonder what’s taking Maya so long to get here,” Riley looked at the clock on the wall and walked over to her bag on the couch.

Loud stomping could be heard out in the hallway and Riley’s face lit up, “There she is!” Turning on her heel, the brunette opened up the apartment door to find a very peeved off Maya. Riley raised a well groomed brow at the blonde and stepped aside to let her best friend in. “Um, is everything alright, peaches?”

Maya stared straight forward at the wall behind Topanga and let out a sigh of frustration, “Oh, I don’t know honey,” she took a couple steps inside, limping again. The Matthews all stopped what they were doing, paying attention to the honorary Matthews stomping around in their living room. It was quite a humorous scene, every time Maya would step on her left foot she would lose about three inches in height, only to pop back up when she stood on her right foot. “Do I look alright?!”

Riley and Topanga met with Maya, both had their hands folded in front of them nervously. “Do you need to borrow some of my shoes for today?” Riley suggested, looking down at Maya’s ruined black heeled booties.

Maya shook her head, her expression still frustrated. “No, Riley. I can’t,” She looked down at Riley’s feet and motioned her hand at them, “You have giganto feet and I have fetus ones!”

Hey!” Riley let out, offended. Topanga caught herself laughing and folded her arms over her chest, looking over at her daughter. “She has a point. You’re 14 years old now and you wear a size 9 and a half.”

Topanga took a step back and examined Maya, eyes looking her up and down. Maya was wearing some high waisted olive green skinny cargo pants, a mustard yellow long-sleeved crop top and a denim vest. “Lucky for you, I also have fetus feet. Be right back.” The mother of two left the best friends in the living room while she rushed to her room, bringing back a pair of shoes. “Unfortunately, these are the only ones I have that go with your outfit, sweetie.”

Maya looked at the offered shoes. They were a pair of tan suede Clarks that had absolutely no heel. She could feel her eyes twitching. As if on queue, Topanga put a hand on her shoulder. “I know, us shortstacks need our height, but you can go a day without it.”

Maya’s posture slackened, her shoulders hunching over as she reluctantly took the shoes from Topanga’s hand and trudged towards the couch, sitting to take off her ruined heels. Slowly, she slipped into Topanga’s shoes, almost crying when she stood up, a significant amount shorter than her very tall best friend.

Maya let out a whine, it almost sounded as if she were about to cry, “It’s so different down here, Riles!”

Riley smiled and pulled her best friend close, wrapping her arms around her, “I know peaches, I know.” Riley’s hand pet her head and Maya growled, knowing Riley was only doing it because she was shorter than usual.

The whole way to school, Riley was pulling a very upset Maya Hart behind her. Now that they were at school, it was no different.

“Everyone’s looking at me Riley!” Maya looked at the ground, avoiding all the looks that the students in the hallway were giving her.

Riley took out her history book from her locker then shut the door with a sigh. She turned around to Maya and rolled her eyes at the much shorter girl. “No one’s even looking at you, suck it up you big baby.”

Maya pouted her lips and let out a huff of air, acting like the big baby she was accused of being. She followed behind Riley as they entered the class. Looking over at her seat from the door, she saw the tall tanned boy of her nightmares, Lucas Friar. “Hey Riley,” Lucas called out. She watched as his green eyes found her and she swore he could see the gears turning in his head.

Riley made her way to her desk and sat down, looking towards Maya when she noticed she hadn’t moved from her spot at the doorway. “Maya, stop being ridiculous and come sit down.”

Maya did as told, but before she could even sit her rump on her chair, Lucas stood up and stood in her way. He was absolutely towering over her. Riley was tall and all, but Lucas Friar was taller.

It was a moment until Lucas’ lips tugged into a smirk, arms crossing over his chest. He was more than a full head taller than her. Her eyes were looking straight forward, which was at his chest. She refused to look up at him, it would be like admitting defeat.

Lucas cleared his throat, “Maya?”

He was asking her to meet his gaze.

“Nope, no way, Huckleberry!” She shook her head, wavy blonde hair bouncing behind her.

With a playful chuckle and roll of his eyes, Lucas lifted Maya’s chin with his index finger, forcing her to loop up at him. Her icy blues glared into his greens and she could feel her right eye twitching.

“You really are a shortstack of pancakes, aren’t you?”

To the right of them, Darby and Sarah were giving each other looks, their eyes motioning towards the two in front of them.

The bell rang and Mr. Matthews entered the classroom, placing his briefcase on his desk. “Seats, everyone.” He leaned forward on his desk, palms pressed against the wooden piece of furniture. “Mr. Friar? Ms. Hart?”

An animalistic growl left Maya and she turned her whole body around quickly, her hair whipping Lucas in the face. This forced him to take a step back which allowed Maya the room to quickly slip into her seat.

Maya let out a sigh, hunched forward on her desk. She felt low, really low.

Wait, what is this?! 

Maya Hart’s eyes went wide, looking down at her feet. They weren’t even touching the ground! This was such a foreign feeling, she couldn’t remember the last time this had happened. She swung her legs back and forth, feeling the air beneath her legs. Screw this day.

Behind her, Lucas tilted his head in curiosity. What in the world was Maya hart doing? Her body was fidgeting ever so slightly and it was drawing his attention away from the chalkboard. He leaned forward, speaking to the back of a blonde head, “Psst. Maya?”

Maya stayed leaned back in her chair, closing some of the distance between her and the boy. She continued to swing her feet, “What do you want, Ranger Rick?”

With Maya pressed against the back of her chair, Lucas could see her feet swinging underneath her. He scoffed, catching his laugh in his throat before it could escape through his lips. “Nothing, nevermind, Shortstack.” He emphasized the nickname and pressed his back against his own chair.

He stretched out his long legs, placing them underneath Maya’s desk. He placed with his pencil in his hands, twirling it between his index fingers and thumbs. A smirk danced on his pink lips, watching Maya check down at her feet when she felt her feet come in contact with his shin.

Lucas’ feet were positioned under her own. Relaxing her legs, she found that if she sat back in her chair, her feet would rest perfectly on top of his own. It felt right. It felt like she could touch the ground again. Sure, it was silly, but she felt tall again.

Maya Hart looked behind her to a find a smirking Lucas, eyes looking straight at hers as if he had waited for her to look back. She couldn’t help but give a lopsided smile as she rolled her eyes. Maya adjusted her body to point more towards the door of the room rather than the chalkboard to allow for a comfortable position as she moved her right arm to lean against Lucas’ desk.

Without moving his legs—which pained him slightly by the way—from under her feet, he leaned forward and whispered close to Maya’s ear. “Better, Shortstack?”

Maya turned towards him a little more and looked him up and down and grabbed the pencil in his hands, placing it behind her ear. She honestly had no reason to do it, she didn’t need a pencil. When did she take notes? It was only to annoy him. 

This was their game after all.

“Yeah. Lots better, Hopalong.”