Jaebum: Minimalist. Black or gold paper, probably a bow but
no ribbon. Tag says something along the lines of, “To: Y/N From: Jaebum”
Jinyoung: One of the most beautifully wrapped gifts you’ve ever received
in your life. Has one of those fancy knots that’s actually a bow. Tag is
addressed in calligraphy and the wrapping paper is heavy af.
Jackson: Entire top of the box covered in bows. Just
smothered in ribbons because he couldn’t choose which one looked best and
anyways, bows are the best part?? Wears all of them as a hat once you remove
Mark: Has Jinyoung wrap his gift but will deny if you ask. Tried to
do it himself, but the box has curved edges and how the hell are you supposed
to wrap that? Dad was no help when asked; told him to put it in a paper bag and
call it a day.
Bambam: Wrapped his in “Happy Birthday” wrapping paper but wrote
“Jesus” at the end of every line. Put more bows on it than Jaebum but less than
Jackson. Wrote a detailed note in his card and is offended if you did not write
one equally as long.
Yugyeom: Got you a gift that’s actually an activity, like
skydiving or ice skating. Not JUST because he didn’t want to wrap something but
hey, it was an added benefit. When you joke about not having anything to
unwrap, he gives you a backhug and blushes.
Youngjae: Traditionalist. Can only wrap square or
rectangular boxes of the clothing store variety. Accidentally taped the ribbon on
the bottom side of the box but hey, at least it looks better than Bambam’s.
Chapters: 1/1 (6214 words) Fandom: One Direction (Band) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik/Liam Payne Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik, Liam Payne, Niall Horan, Additional Tags: It’s Ziam’s wedding, but this is Larry lol, Ziam are just a plot point essentially, wedding au, Blow Jobs, Masturbation, Fake/Pretend Relationship, I mean KIND OF?, Pranking, lighthearted joke about animals/people being put down, Larry are Ziam’s best men, next to you Series: Part 6 of Next To You
“Nice speech, Harry,” Louis said, trying to keep his face neutral. “Went straight for the sex jokes, I see.” “As opposed to jokes about killing people?” Harry replied easily, a small smirk playing on his mouth as he held his hand out. Louis placed his own hand in Harry’s, shaking it, maybe squeezing a little too hard. “Excuse me,” Louis huffed. “I don’t need you to tell me I’m an idiot, I’m already completely aware.”
Harry and Louis’ plan to prank Liam and Zayn on their wedding day backfires, big time.
Summary: You and Bucky have been staring at each other all night - but do either of you have the guts to flirt up close?
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: ~1700
Warnings: Language, hotness, probably crappy writing/pick up lines.
Based off of a list of prompts: “MY
FRIENDS TOLD ME TO FLIRT WITH YOU BECAUSE I THOUGHT YOU WERE PRETTY BUT YOU
FLIRTED BACK AND NOW I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO OH MY GOD MY HANDS ARE SWEATING”
A/N: Here’s a shot at a one shot. I guess let me know if someone wants a second part?? Maybe?? I dunno, I wanted to post SOMETHING for you all since I’m currently stuck on my new series. Hope this helps the wait.
It was a Friday night, and
you were in the Avengers compound drinking and enjoying the company of
everyone, especially that of one of your best friend, Natasha Romanoff. You two
had become close friends after she had saved your life when you were in the wrong
place at the wrong time. You were just an average, non-super person, but for
some reason, you were currently in a room full of them, as well as some guests
more like you. Stark was hosting some party (as usual), and so it was just an
excuse for Nat to invite you to the compound for the first time to meet her
coworkers. Her super coworkers.
“Come on, you have to talk
to them sometime,” she told you,
taking a sip of her drink.
You shrugged, following her
lead. “I have, Nat. I talked to Wanda and Clint.”
“You already know Clint,
idiot. And Wanda is sweet to most everyone I introduce her to. They don’t
count. I’m talking about one of them,”
she said, spinning your body around to face the group of guys standing across
the room. Of course, you recognized them all – Sam Wilson, Thor, Captain
And the guy who kept looking
at you at least every five minutes.
You recognized him, too, of
course – Bucky Barnes, ex-Winter Soldier and Steve’s best friend. He was
standing in between Thor and Steve, drink in his hand, his hair pulled back in
a loose bun. He was wearing dark jeans and a dark blue button down, and of course
the sleeves were rolled up, revealing his forearms. His very nice forearms.
As if he knew you were
looking, his gaze turned to you again. When you made eye contact, he smirked
softly at you, and you had to look away to hide your blush.
“Exactly my point. Why don’t
you go talk to one of them? Or, specifically, the one who’s been staring at you
all night,” Nat suggested. You rolled your eyes.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Nat,”
you told her. “He’s probably staring at you, anyway. You look amazing.”
That wouldn’t be a
ridiculous idea – your friend, as always, looked incredibly hot, wearing a
tight red dress that hugged every beautiful curve on her body. You had lost
count at how many guys had looked at her since this party started.
It was her turn to roll her
eyes, and pointed down to your outfit. “And you don’t? Y/N, your boobs look
fucking fantastic in that dress. As does your everything. I guarantee you, if
you were to go over there and flirt a little, a certain super soldier with a
metal arm wouldn’t know what to do with himself.”
You tossed another glance to
Bucky, and weighed your options here – you had never met him before, so you
technically had nothing to lose, but at the same time this would be his first
impression of you. Did you want to screw that up by failing at flirting with
“All right, since you’re
being difficult,” Nat sighed, setting her drink down, and stepping in front of
you, blocking Bucky’s view of you. She moved your hair to one side, and
proceeded to adjust the top of your dress to show off your boobs a bit more. You
weren’t shocked or annoyed at her doing that – it was just her helping you out.
“We’re doing a compromise. You’ll sit here, looking all hot, and I’ll get Bucky
to come over here. Sound good?”
“I think I’m going to
vomit,” you muttered as she finished making you look perfect.
“That’s just all your
brilliant pick-up lines waiting to come out,” she said, and started heading
over to the guys. “Good luck, hot stuff.”
You took in a deep breath,
and sat down at the bar, waiting.
knew almost immediately what Nat’s intentions were when she walked up to him.
boys,” she greeted warmly, easily gliding into their conversation.
Bucky greeted, and once again turned his gaze to you. The idea of talking to
you seemed even better, he had to admit, as you were now seated alone at the
bar, still looking incredibly beautiful.
I thought I saw that cute girl from S.H.I.E.L.D. earlier – Becca?” Nat brought
up. “I think she was talking to Rhodey.”
perked up at the thought of talking to Becca – he’d had his eyes set on her for
a while. “Well, I’d stay and chat, but… I’d rather talk to a beautiful woman
than you old farts.”
laughed as Sam practically jogged away.
began making small talk with Steve and Thor, and before Bucky realized it,
Steve and Thor were off in search of the Asgardian mead stored in the compound.
That left just him and Nat.
already know what you’re going to say, Nat,” Bucky sighed as he downed the rest
of his drink, pouring himself another.
smiled at him. “Then why are you still here? Hop to it, Buckaroo.”
turned to look at her, letting out a sigh. “She’s… she’s probably not
interested in someone like me.”
shook her head. “Oh, definitely not. She’s just been staring at you back the
whole night, and definitely isn’t waiting at the bar specifically for your dumb ass to go and talk to her.”
rolled his eyes. Sure, he thought you were beautiful, and he loved the way your
smile practically lit up the room, how you crinkled your nose a bit when you
laughed. And he didn’t even know you – how could he like you that much already?
she’s out of luck. I don’t see why you’d think I’d like to talk to her,” Bucky
put her hands on her hips, her smile turning somehow even more devious.
Then if you don’t feel anything, just go flirt with her. I mean, it’s just
flirting, right? Anyone can do that,” Nat challenged, knowing she’d caught
Bucky in his own stupidity.
planned on just ignoring Nat, but he’d never hear the end of it, so he downed
the rest of his drink, rolled his shoulders, and headed over to the bar.
You can do this, he thought to himself. I mean, it’s only been about 70 years since
you last flirted, but… it can’t be that hard, right?
He stepped up to the bar beside you, leaning casually against
it on his left arm, looking to the bartender. “Two whiskeys, please.” He turned
to smile at you. “Figured a girl like you would have a bunch of guys buying her
drinks – surprised I’m the only one here now.”
Not the worst line you could have said,
Buck. Keep it up.
You turned to smile coyly at him, and holy shit, had he not
been leaning against the bar his knees would have buckled from seeing your
beautiful smile up close. “Well, maybe, but I only let attractive guys buy me
opened his mouth to respond with a flirtatious comment of his own, but stopped
in his tracks when what you said finally hit him – were you flirting back? It took him a moment for
his brain to restart so he could put a sentence together.
“Well, then, I’m flattered, doll,” he said as
the bartender handed him the drinks. You took the drink from him, letting your
hand brush just slightly against Bucky’s as you did so, and took a drink.
my plan is working well,” you said, looking him over briefly, making sure he
saw you paying attention to his left arm.
nearly choked on his drink. He had stupidly thought that flirting with you
might be easy, as he was banking on his previous days as a ladies’ man to come
back to help him, and the fact that this was only the first time meeting you,
but that all went south the moment you opened your gorgeous mouth and flirted
back. As he set his drink down, he noticed he had to keep a tighter grip on it
to keep it from falling.
Oh my God, my hand is sweating. I’m actually
sweating. What the actual hell is wrong with you? You can risk your life every
day and get shot at but you can’t talk to a girl without sweating? Get it
together, Bucky! Bucky knew he had to respond to you, but he didn’t exactly
know how – you had, once again, caused his brain to shut down for a bit. Fuck, what do I do? I’m freaking out she’s
going to think I’m weird oh God she’s going to laugh in my face I’m screwed –
“Hey,” your voice broke Bucky out of his train of thought. He
turned nervously to look at you, and you were smiling softly up at him. It took
him a while to notice that your hand was rested on his metal arm – and he loved
it. “You okay?”
first, Bucky planned on just playing off his freak out, but with the sweet,
concerned way you were looking up at him practically melted him and he sighed, hitting his forehead on his arm a few
times before looking up at you.
Sorry. I just… I’m not used to this anymore. And you’re just so gorgeous, and
you seem so nice, and I thought I could pull off flirting with you,” he
admitted. For a moment, you were silent, and Bucky was about to give up when
you giggled slightly, turning his attention back to you.
thank God,” you sighed in relief. “I feel the same way. I suck at flirting –
only reason I did was because I wanted to impress you, although that never
works for me.”
raised an eyebrow. “I wouldn’t be too sure about that, doll.”
saw you repressing your smile at that one, and you reached over, punching his
arm lightly. “Hey. I thought you said you sucked at flirting. That said otherwise.”
you said you wanted to impress me,” Bucky said, smirking. “Do you think you’ve
done that, yet?”
smiled, taking another sip of your drink. “Well, the night’s not over, you
What about...Prompto and s/o are expecting (planned or accidental). Let's say they find out it's a boy, but Prompto seems nervous or changes the subject every time choosing a name comes up. S/o finally shakes it out of him, turns out he wants to name it after Noct but was nervous that s/o might hate the name (assume this is during 10-year-darkness or post-game?) (......I may or may not have just read the pregnancy scare one and am 100% sure Prompto would name a son after his best/first friend).
Here it is! Sequel to the pregnancy scare one shot from a while back. I guess this is technically part two? Either way, hope you enjoy. This is under 1500 words so I’m gonna classify it as a drabble. Hooray for Prompto fluff!
You rose to your feet, exhaling loudly as your hands came to support your lower back. You were six months pregnant, and you felt like you were going to burst. How were you going to survive three more months of this?
You waddled your way into the kitchen to hunt for a snack. It was midday, the sun shone through the curtains into the dining area. Prompto was out and work, helping rebuild the Citadel after the light was restored to the kingdom.
After your first pregnancy scare so many years ago, the two of you wanted to make sure that you were ready before you decided to try for real. A few years back, while Noctis was still in the Crystal and darkness swallowed Eos, Prompto asked you to marry him. The ceremony was small, only a few friends present, but for what it was, it was perfect.
You knew that Prompto wanted kids right away, but you told him that you didn’t feel safe having a child while it was still so dangerous to just be outside. You’d lost so many people to the daemons lurking outside of Lestallum that you were scared to raise a child in that environment. Prompto agreed, and you decided to wait.
But nothing was ever foolproof, and sometimes the two of you were careless. There was one night where Prompto had returned from a rather harrowing battle coming back from Hammerhead. He was trying to help Cindy by gathering some materials for her, and got caught on his own between two Iron Giants. He had to use up all the potions he had on hand, and almost needed a phoenix down, but he made it out alive.
When he got home, he burst through the door and immediately latched his lips onto yours. He took you hard on the couch, the first flat surface he could find. He needed to make sure he was really still there, that he wasn’t just dead and dreaming. He devoured you until you were a screaming mess under his mouth with your legs over his shoulders, and then he took you to the bedroom where he had you begging for mercy under his hurried, rough movements. He hadn’t had the foresight to put on a condom, and spilled his seed inside of you twice, not that you minded in your haze of lust.
But about three weeks later, just as Prompto told you that he got a call from Talcott that Noctis had woken up and was out the door, you bit your tongue and decided not to tell Prompto about the positive pregnancy test at the bottom of the garbage pail.
You didn’t know if he was going to come back. You cried after the door shut behind him, not sure if you’d made the right decision in keeping it a secret. But you knew that if you told him about the pregnancy, he would stay with you. And Noctis needed him. The world needed him.
So you waited. You sat by the window, a hand over your stomach, and waited and waited and waited. Eventually, you fell asleep, your head against the cool glass, your breath creating small areas of fog with every exhale. And then suddenly…
You felt warm.
Your eyes shot open and you saw the sun rising up over the horizon. You covered your mouth with your hands and rubbed your eyes, pinching yourself a few times to make sure it wasn’t a dream.
A little while later, the front door opened and Prompto walked in, his shoulders slumped and his uniform covered in blood, but he was there. You ran to him and he collapsed in your arms, still in grief over the loss of his best friend. You stroked his hair and kissed his temple, letting him know that it was okay.
“Prompto,” you said shakily as he looked up at you with his big, blue eyes.
He sniffled, regarding you curiously. He didn’t say anything, but waited for you to speak.
Finally, you told him. “I’m pregnant.”
His arms tightened around you and he started crying again. Though this time, the tears were for a different reason.
That was six months ago. You couldn’t believe how drastically things could change, how good life could be and how nice it was for it all to just be…normal.
It was a few hours later that Prompto came home. He hung up his Crownsguard coat at the door and came over to kiss you, his hands coming up to cup your face as his lips lingered on yours. Then he leaned down and lifted your shirt to press a kiss to your stomach.
“Hey, little Chocobean,” he smiled, rubbing his hands along your swollen belly. “I can’t wait to meet you.”
You smiled and took Prompto’s hand. “Can we talk for a second, Prom?”
He nodded, and you led him over to the living room and sat with him on the couch.
“You know,” you stated, your hands coming to rest on your stomach. “We still haven’t picked a name yet.”
You could have sworn that Prompto’s face paled a little. His words came out in a rush. “Do we have to decide on that already? I mean, we just finished up the nursery, and I really think that there are some other things we need first, like I don’t know if the Chocobo plushie I got the other day is big enough, or what if the baby prefers Moogles, we haven’t planned for that—”
“Prompto,” you stopped him, bringing up a hand to his freckled cheek. Your eyes traced the constellations on his face, your fingers smoothing out the worry lines that were starting to form on his skin. “What’s the matter?”
“Dunno what you’re talking about,” he mumbled, though he leaned into your touch.
He looked away for just a second, but then nervously met your eyes. “It’s stupid.”
You took both his hands and placed them on your belly. “Prompto Argentum. This is your son. I know you’re nervous and that you’re scared. Hell, I am, too. But we can’t keep referring to the baby as Chocobean all the time, unless that’s the name you want to give him. This baby is real and he needs a name. And you’re his father, I’d like your opinion on what we should call him.”
Prompto sighed, rubbing small circles against your skin through your shirt. He looked down at his hands. “You’ll hate it.”
You tilted your head to the side. “How could I hate it?”
“I…” he paused, his hands stilling. “I want to name him Noctis.”
You couldn’t help but smile. “You want to name him Noctis?”
“It’s stupid, just forget it—”
“Prompto.” The sternness of your voice made him look up.
“You have the scary mom voice down pat, you know that?”
You laughed, shaking your head. “I think Noctis is a fine name for our son.”
Prompto’s eyes lit up, and he couldn’t keep the smile off his face. “You mean it?”
“Of course,” you leaned forward and pressed your forehead against his. “He saved us, Prompto. He saved the world. And he was your best friend. Why wouldn’t I want to name our son after one of the most important people in our lives?”
You felt wetness on your face, and realized after a beat that Prompto was crying. You kissed his tears away, and he brought his arms to wrap around you tightly.
“Noctis Solis Argentum,” you decided. “That’s our son’s name.”
The baby kicked, and Prompto laughed in amazement. “I think he agrees.”
You pulled your husband in for a kiss, and he melted into your touch. You closed your eyes and revelled in the warmth of his arms. You couldn’t wait for Baby Noctis to join your happy family.
K: Man, I don’t know what to say. It’s amazing that people I never even met support me like this. Thanks, you guys. I strive to be the best Katsuki in existence. Yami’s got my back and he loves me too, so I won’t forget that.
Y: Katsuki never actively bullied me. He’s not a bad person. He’s only annoying and obnoxious. And loud. And overdramatic. And prideful. And he borrows my things without asking. And he moves my action figures from its original places when I tell him not to. And he asks me questions within fifteen minutes of waking up in the morning, and he sends me countless prints of his idol games at 4 AM, and he drinks from my mug and doesn’t wash it afterwards–
K: Okay, now, I never actively bullied you.
Y: Shipping what to where…? K: Oh, man! You think they got us a present? Oh, man, I hope it’s edible!
Yesterday I needed a quick spell and I remembered seeing The Prayer Bottle a while ago. So… I made a sigil bottle! 😱
This spell is supposed to be made with what you already have. So stones, herbs, it really doesn’t matter as long as you don’t spend money on new supplies. Just a simple quick spell to fit whatever need.
Enough babbling! Mine has one bay leaf, one red rose petal and of course, one sigil. I only close the bottle after visualizing what I want, but this part is also up to you. You can finish it how you like the best 😊
This bottle can be useful to witches on a budget, lazy witches and baby witches! I really do hope it’s helpful, and I would love to know if you tried. Feel free to tag me (brazilianbruxa) in your post! 💕
FINAL FANTASY XV WORLD PROLOGUE BOOK 1 234567/ Click to enlarge
I know my scanner isn’t great but I did my best. There’s 100+ pages so I’ll try to pick the interesting ones as I’m sure no one is needs five pictures of Ignis’s cooking. If you’ll like to translate, please msg me. You’ll get full credit & help the English speaking fans. ♥
Edit: Was in such a hurry I forgot to add, this is for jellybeanjelly, hope your week is better now
Summary: Reader gets a job in a new city, forcing her to leave her best friend behind. Or not.
Bucky Barnes X Reader
Word Count: 1184
A/N: Okay, this one’s a little shorter? Is this getting worse the more a write? This is probably the most fluffy part yet.. Thank you everybody who comments and sends me stuff, I LOVE it. Please let me know if you want to be tagged (or untagged) :)
Catch Up Here (I’ll make a master post when it’s over!)
This year was really the year I let loose and embraced my femininity, and it’s been really fun experimenting with makeup and figuring out ways to feel confident in my own skin! (You’ll notice halfway through 2016 I finally get actual eyebrows) It’s been so fun to experiment and to serve different Looks™ and I hope to continue doing so in 2017! (Best part of wearing makeup: applying it. I get at least an hour and a half all to myself to just spend on me, it’s pretty awesome.)
Charlie looked over his cards at Steve who was clearly lost in his own thoughts, nudging Sam he motioned to the super solider. Sam just shook his head and nudged the metal armed super soldier to his right. Bucky made to glare at Sam, but broke into a smile when he saw his best friend looking miles away.
“Yoo hoo, Steve? I thought I was the brain-washed one not you. Pay attention.” Bucky chuckled and the reddening cheeks of his best friend.
“Shut up I’m payin’ attention.”
“Leave the man alone boys, he’s clearly in love. We should all be so lucky. Speakin’ of, have you told her yet Cap?” Charlie smiled at Steve, he was happy for him. Moreso happy for you, but still happy for Steve as well.
“No. I don’t want to ruin anything by opening my big mouth.” Bucky and Sam sat snickering to each other over Steve’s whining tone.
“Will you two shut up?! At least I have a girl.” Steve grumbled looking back down at his cards and taking his turn. Both men tried and failed to contain their laughter.
This was the fifth week in a row Steve had admitted he loved you to someone, but had yet to express it to you. Bucky, Charlie, and Sam found it hilarious that practically everyone knew he loved you except for you. The head nurse knew, she recommended telling you in the gazebo on the hospital grounds. The head chef offered to make him a cake with “I love you” on it to give to you. Even the teenage candy striper who volunteered after school had told him, “Dude grow a pair and just tell her.”
I was tagged by the gorgeous @happyhxpeful to post my best 2016 selfies so here they are !!! I didn’t take many pictures, and honestly for the most part it was a pretty bad year bUT I did make a ton of mental progress. This was the year that I finally found the most amazing therapist, I started this blog which connected me to others going through similar situations, I finally got away from my abusive ex boyfriend who controlled me for years, and I even reconnected with someone extremely special from my past. I really don’t think I can express how relieved, happy, and excited I am for 2017 and the future. I hope everyone has at least one incredible experience, and I hope this year is overflowing with love, support and growth !!!
Much love to my betas lululawrence & tositandadmire for being both the best friends and betas I could wish for, and for making me better than I ever thought I could be.
Fandom: One Direction (Band) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson Characters: George Styles-Tomlinson, Harry Styles-Tomlinson, Louis Styles-Tomlinson Additional Tags: Kid Fic, Future Fic, Domestic Fluff, Family Feels, Fluff and Smut, Styles-Tomlinsons, dads being dads, Much Married, All The Love Series: Part 9 of Things There Might Be Pictures Of (39k+)
This is another part to my first fanfic, Lucas’s Christmas Gift! If you haven’t read that one yet, I’ll leave it in the tags for you to read.
Anyway, I hope you guys don’t freak out about the cliffhanger at the end, I’ll have one last part after this one that I’ll be posting around midnight. You can search “A Lucaya 2017” in the tags for that one.
I hope you guys enjoy!
Word count: 818
It was New Years Eve. Lucas and Maya had begged Zay not to say anything about what he walked in on.
Because there was no way they could talk their way out of it if he blabbed. He had caught them in Lucas’s bedroom, making out against the wall when Lucas was in a relationship with her best friend.
Maya knew she that it was poor judgment on her part. But she wouldn’t call it a mistake because she was no longer drowning with uncertainty.
Lucas felt something for her. She knew that for sure now.
She waited for the self loathing. She wanted to hate herself for what she had done behind her best friend’s back. But she didn’t hate herself.
She had done something selfish for once. That never happened. She’d never want to hurt Riley, to cause her favorite person in the world pain. But Riley was Riley.
At Texas, Riley and Lucas technically still had a thing for each other when Lucas had almost kissed Maya. Riley didn’t get mad at her. Instead, she buried her feelings. Maya had returned the favor at the ski lodge.
But Maya noticed that Riley and Lucas didn’t exactly act like a couple. The romance in their relationship seemed nearly nonexistent. And Riley wasn’t stupid. She knew what the problem was.
But Maya knew that Riley was afraid of changing again. She had attachment issues. Maya knew that if Riley let Lucas go, she would be afraid of regretting it later.
So maybe it wasn’t so selfish that Maya had kissed Lucas in order to see if he felt for her what she felt for him. Maybe it was necessary in order for all of them to move on. They’d all always be friends no matter what. She was sure of that.
“Hey Riles, you dressed?” Maya asked, climbing through Riley’s bay window. She’d tell her. Riley would understand and Maya didn’t want to start 2017 off with a lie.
“Yeah, I’m ready.” Riley responded, walking out of her closet with a form fitting black dress on and cute black booties.
“You look pretty.”
“I do?” Riley asked nervously. “Because at midnight I’m planning to kiss Lucas. Like actually on the lips this time. I want us to be each other’s first real kiss.”
Maya’s stomach dropped.
“Well I hate to tell you, but that ship has sailed.” A new voice said from the window. Zay, in all his smirking glory.
“What’s with you and windows now?” Maya snapped, pulse quickening at his remark. “I thought you were the one who said it was impolite to just come through the window.”
“I did say that didn’t I?” He said, addressing her with mocking tone. He pretended to be pondering something. “Well I guess being friends with you wild monkeys has influenced me.”
“Why are we wild monkeys?” Riley asked innocently, and Maya knew she was trying not to think too much of his first comment.
“Ah you know, because they tend to not be able to keep their hands off each other.”
Maya yanked him through the window by his wrist. “Say what you came to say.”
“Maya, what’s wrong?” Riley asked in a concerned voice, eyebrows scrunched in confusion.
“Nothing. Nothing at all. Just trying to figure out what Zay’s criptic comments are supposed to mean.” Maya gave him a pointed look.
“Yeah, what did you mean by saying that? Did Lucas kiss a lot of girls in Texas that I don’t know about?” She had her arms crossed, determined to keep up a strong front.
“No!” Zay said nervously, avoiding Maya’s glare. “I was talking about you. I hear you and Farkle have kissed before.” Maya’s shoulders sagged in relief.
“That’s true,” She chimed in, grateful for the opportunity to escape the subject of who Lucas has macked on in the past. “it lasted like 5 whole seconds.”
Riley was laughing. “Well I guess Lucas will just have to settle with being my second kiss then.”
Maya was surprised. Riley always claimed that her kiss with Farkle didn’t count because he had missed her lips. She wondered what had changed.
“Has Lucas ever kissed anyone else?” Riley asked Zay, a contemplative look on her face.
“Would it change how you feel about him if I said yes?” Zay questioned.
“I don’t know, tell me a name and I guess you’ll find out.” She challenged. Zay looked at Maya, silently pestering her to tell the truth.
“Riles,” She said to her best friend, grabbing her hand. “Lucas has kissed someone else that we know of.”
“Who?” Her eyes had glazed over with tears. Maya knew how important it was to Riley that Lucas be her milestone boyfriend. First real boyfriend means first real date and first real kiss. But that would never be the reality because Maya had to go and add fuel to the fire.