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maya hart and farkle minkus are complete and utter opposites in every way you can possibly fathom.
it's not an exaggeration.
he likes drama, she likes to draw. he's rich, she's poor. he loves to learn, she can't stand the classroom. he's a genius, she's less than average. he likes to think as to what's out there, she prefers the here and now. he attempts at friendliness, she cuts herself off from everyone. he's weak physically, she's like an ox. he wants to find love, she wants nothing more than to run away from it.
at least in middle school.
now that high school has run it's course, maya is more like farkle than he cares to admit. she's buried in school work constantly, closed-off and is rarely seen without a textbook of some kind. and whenever he looks into her eyes he can see the exact things that were once mirrored in his: an overwhelming desire to succeed; a drowning fear of failure.
so he decides that an exodus is in order. and though he'll tell her over and over again that it's for the both of their sakes, he really just wants the old maya back. the girl that he met when he was seven, who was free and brave and unashamed in her own right. if nothing else, he is good at getting what he wants.
but sometime flying down a freeway with the top down and their hair whipping everywhere as if it was a sentient being in and of itself, with a carefully selected mixtape bursting through the speakers and brightest smiles they've had in ages seemingly permanently engrained on their faces, feelings start to develop.
confines of home you can escape, fate you cannot.
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❝ this is my comfort
in my affliction
that your promise
gives me life ❞
psalm - 119:50
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