𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 & 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 ━ girl meets world²

3│THE SECRET OF LIFE

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❛ ʟᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ & ʟᴀᴄᴇ​​​​​​​​​​. ❜ ° . ༄
- ͙۪۪˚   ▎❛ 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 ❜   ▎˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
»»————- ꒰ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ᴏғ ʟɪғᴇ ꒱


❝ THAT'S KIND OF HOW LUCAS
AND I ARE— BUT WITHOUT THE
WEIRD FLIRTING THING YOU
GUYS SEEM TO HAVE GOING ON ❞

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Thankfully, Maya broke up with Farkle as soon as he gave the ring back to his mother. Miya told herself that it was only a relief since it meant she wouldn't be fifth wheeling for the rest of the year and she was mostly able to convince herself that this was true. Things went back to normal after that— or at least as normal as they could get when she hung out with Riley and Maya regularly. The Matthews girl was also feeling similarly content with how the week was going. As she closed her locker, she turned to her two friends with a bright smile on her face.

"Y'know what I like? Life," she stated happily. "And I like it when it doesn't change. We should sing our happy song."

Miya sighed, though she had been enjoying the relatively easy week as well. "You know it's gonna change now that you've said that, right?"

"Yes, join me the in the hope-is-for-suckers club!" Maya exclaimed. She threw an arm around the Asian girl's shoulders as they made their way to class. Addressing Riley's comment, she added: "we don't have a happy song."

"I wouldn't go that far," Miya disagreed, untangling herself from the blonde's hold. "If we did have a happy song, I would sing it with Riley."

Riley beamed at her and her arm took up the spot Maya's had been in moments ago (though much more easily since she was the tallest of the three.) "Thank you! Why would you sing it, Miya?"

She thought about it for a second before she answered, "I didn't get any homework yesterday."

"That's the attitude I'm looking for, Maya," Riley commented pointedly. "I would sing it because everything is exactly as it should be. I don't like change; it fills my pockets with pennies of uncertainty."

They took their seats: Riley and Maya in the front, Farkle and Lucas behind them, and Miya behind her genius best friend. The desk to her left— behind Lucas— had been empty since the start of the school year. She hoped that whoever did eventually fill it would eventually become a friend of theirs.

Cory stood in front of the class. The words Belgium, 1831 were written on the board. "Alright. So, should we actually finally learn about what happened in Belgium in 1831?"

To everyone's surprise, Farkle replied firmly: "no."

"No?"

"I always get my hopes up and then something happens to hurt my little Farkle heart," he explained. "Well, this time I refuse to believe."

"In 1831. . ." Mr. Matthews began.

Despite himself, Farkle looked up eagerly. "Yes. . .?" He froze. "Wait! Anything going to suddenly happen to you?"

Riley shook her head. "No changes, lovin' life."

He turned to Lucas. "Anything gonna happen to you?"

"Nothing ever happens to me."

"Maya?" Her snore answered his question. He turned to the last variable— the brunette who sat behind him. "Miya?"

She shrugged. "My big thing happened at the beginning of the year when I joined the class."