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Chalk

' "Maya? Is that you?" A 25 year old Lucas Friar walked up towards me, a little girl holding his hand.

"What? Oh. Hi, Lucas. It's been a while," I said, before turning back to the abstract painting hung across the wall.

"Umm, Maya. I've been waiting to introduce you to somebody," Lucas tapped on my shoulder, as I immediately cringed at the slightest touch. I pursed my lips and turned towards the 7 year old.

"Hi, sweetie. What's your name?"

"I'm Penelope Riley Friar. My daddy said you're his friend. Is that true?" she asked, playing with my messy blonde hair.

"Yes, sweetie. I'm Maya. Your daddy and I have been friends for forever," I said, picking her up. "Wow, you're a heavy little princess, aren't you?"

Penelope giggled, flashing a radiant smile at me. I told her about the painting that was right in front of us, and that it was painted by me.

"Really? You're really good, Maya!"

"Thanks, Princess. See the lights in it? Your daddy told me to paint lights when I was younger," I pointed to the lights in the painting. They resembled how Lucas and I used to hang out. We always went to Central Park, and sat on a bench under a lamp post and an apple tree.

"Really, Daddy? You told her? Woah! You made her awesome!" Penelope exclaimed, running towards the painting, eyes scanning across.

Lucas stood before Maya, her eyes focused on everything but his beautiful green eyes. However, Lucas' eyes were fixed on the one and only Maya. Her blonde hair framed her face perfectly, and her dress hugged her curves with ease.

"You know, Penelope, I used chalk in this picture for the light of the lamp post because when your daddy and I were younger, we always used chalk to draw on blackboards," Maya explained, her hands pointing towards the direction of the lights.

"That's awesome. Seems like my daddy made a huge mark on you, huh?"

"Yes, sweetie. He did. How about me, you and your daddy head out for dinner?"

"That would be great," Penelope took Maya's hand in hers, and Lucas' hand in her other. They walked out the door of the museum, not knowing what of their future were to become. '

"And that, my friends, is the story, of how I met my mother. My mom, Maya Hart, is a great artist. And perfect for my dad. Now I'm so very thankful that both my mom and dad are able to join me on my wedding day, considering the fact that I grew up without my mother. I love you, Mom and Dad, and I hope that my husband and I would love each other like you guys do. To the Minkus' and Friar's!" Penelope raised her glass, as so did everybody else.

It was a great day for the Matthews', Minkus', and Friar's. I mean, t'was the same day Topanga married Cory, Riley married Farkle, Maya married Lucas, and now, Riley and Maya's son and daughter respectively, Marcus and Penelope, wed each other.

Oh, and also. The wedding favours given out? Why not give a guess? That's right. Chalk.