𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 & 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 ━ girl meets world²

15│TEXAS STATE OF MIND

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❛ ʟᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ & ʟᴀᴄᴇ​​​​​​​​​​. ❜ ° . ༄
- ͙۪۪˚   ▎❛ 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 ❜   ▎˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
»»————- ꒰ ᴛᴇxᴀs sᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ
ᴍɪɴᴅ ꒱


❝ SINCE YOU DON'T WANT
ME HOLDING YOUR HAND,
DOES THAT MEAN YOU'RE
PAYING? ❞

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Miya sat between Maya and Riley in the Matthew girl's bay window two days in a row, all of them completely silent. Miya had hoped they'd start talking on their own but, now on day three of dead silence, she realized that she'd be the one who'd have to speak up.

"Okay," she started, the sound of her voice making Riley jump and Maya tense next to her, "who wants to go first?"

"Not it!" they exclaimed at the same time.

She rolled her eyes, having expected that response. "Fine, I'll go first." She felt her face heat up as she confessed quietly, "so. . . uh, after Farkle and I left you guys at the campfire, we got ice cream. We. . . talked while we ate and he kinda got all scientific on me, describing how he realized he. . . he liked me." More warmth rushed to her cheeks, turning the tip of her nose a visible pink. "It was. . ." She cleared her throat. "Uh, cute. And then he explained that his 'experiment' was missing a few key factors, which included hand-holding, going on a date, and. . ." Miya felt like she might spontaneously combust due to how hot she felt, so she buried her face in her hands and mumbled, "'the kissing part,' as he called it."

They both brightened at this. Maya, ever the troublemaker, smirked. "Wait, wait, wait— are you saying that Farkle kissed you? Like, actual lip-to-lip contact?"

Riley jumped to the same conclusion but, instead of openly teasing the Asian girl about it, she squealed and threw her arms around her friend. "Oh, Miya, I'm so happy for you!"

"Okay, yeah, it happened. He kissed me. And it was— it was really nice." Her voice softened at the last part, and despite her embarrassment, her lips quirked as she recalled that night.

Maya wiggled her eyebrows, relieved that she was able to focus on something other than the tension that had been building within her ever since her and Riley's pseudo-kiss. "How nice are we talking? Fireworks? Heart palpitations? The kind of nice that makes you want to write terrible poetry about his eyes?"

The brunette huffed at her friend's teasing. "I am not writing poetry about his eyes." She paused. "Though, he does have really pretty eyes."

Riley squealed again, squeezing Miya tighter. "Oh my gosh, this is so exciting! You like him, he likes you, and now you guys have officially entered a new stage of—"

Miya held up a finger, stopping her mid-sentence. "That's the problem."

The Hart raised a brow. "What do you mean? He kissed you. That's a pretty solid signal."

Her expression clouded over. "After the kiss, he told me that he needed more time to process everything. And since then, we haven't really talked about it. Like, at all. I don't know if he's overthinking or regretting it or—" She flopped back against the cushions. "I just don't know what to think anymore."

Maya and Riley exchanged a glance. For the first time in days, they were both on the same page— this was something they could actually help with.

"Okay, so let's break this down," the blonde started, scooting closer to Miya. "Farkle kissed you. He initiated it. That means he definitely likes you. Farkle doesn't just do things without thinking them through."