against reality | gmw

Lady and the trahMP

"Dang it!" Lucas stepped out of Riley's apartment building just after walking her up after their date. "New York, I don't understand you!"

The rain poured, and the wind blew papers, plastic and/or paper bags, anything lighter than a child. Lucas decided to seek some shelter under a small newspaper stand outside the Greenwich station. Then, he saw an envelope. It was wet, it was soggy, it was covered in leaves of all sorts, but it was still sealed. It had, in fading pink ink, his full name; Lucas Graham Friar, and on the back a red wax seal with the initials "MPH".

"What the," he tore open the envelope, watching as a silver ring fell out of the envelope. He picked it up, squinting his eyes to see a lightning symbol carved onto it. He opened up the letter, and unusually, it was typed, not written. He read it aloud, in who he imagined it would be saying it to him.

hi lucas graham friar. i know your middle name because i know so much about you and thats just that. im gonna do all the talking now. or typing. you said what you needed to say, live on iRiley, but now im gonna say what i want to say. i know i talked before, but that's not all. ive liked you. for a really long time now, too. remember we went to seattle that one time? and that bike messenger ran into you, and you fell and hit that fire hydrant? then blood was coming out of your ear, well you looked kinda cute. it was definitely worth the hearing loss. but no, i wasnt for you. Riles was always the one everybody expected you to be with, Luke. but i wanted it so badly. i wanted to be able to feel that someone actually cared and someoone actuallly loves me. then again, what can a small blonde girl even do right? i mean, without a dad and with a mom who's rarely with me. what kind of worth am i? im a nothing compared to riley whose mom is a lawyer and dad a teacher. you with all your parents' support with their high-class jobs and stuff. even farkle has a better life than all of. us. i wanted to date you and ive wanted it for a really long time, even with all your cheapness and snobbiness. i was happy when we spent time together, because i noticed that i was the only one who could actually make you feel calm when you didnt. when you lost control. Riley always seemed to make you so pissed, it was funny until you began to hurt her. yeah, i knew everything. my best friend against the guy i really loved. oh, and dont forget your first kiss? yeah, with me, right? because you annoying me by putting a tuna in your locker, you decided that it was a good idea to handcuff me to Yogi. So me being a terrible person, i announced to the whole world on iRiley that you, have not had your first kiss yet. precious, ain't it? then again i hadnt either. you were made fun of, and for some reason managed not to lose control again. but i knew you couldnt take the taunts so i wanted to be a good friend for once, and then we had our first kiss and that was that. on the fire escape, under the moonlight while listening to running away by am. i remember every detail of that day. 'i keep running away, from the good things' maybe its true, aye? look at me now. youre probably reading this while im gone. im really not. im just, escaping Brooklyn for a while, a'ight? ill be back, i promise. im not dead, dont listen to what the tabloids may say. if im not back on January 1st 2019, then find me. ill most likely be in krabi by then. if you want to send a letter, or an email rather, send it to ladyandthetrahmp@yahoo.com x

much love,
mph

ps. pls dont tell riley xx

"She's not gone. She's still here," his lips curled into a smile, as shock and excitement overwhelmed him. "But wait, it's December 30, 2018. She's coming back tomorrow!"

He couldn't believe it, his lost love was coming back. He moped every day for the past two years, ever since they announced that Maya Penelope Hart was dead, even without evidence. They'd just, closed the case. He was so angry then, and to try to forget, he dated Riley. She made him happy, yeah, but Maya made him so giddily exuberant, it was unbelievable. And now, she's coming home.

Maya Penelope Hart, long blonde hair tied back into two tight French braids, retro-style sunglasses covering her made-up eyes, a tight black maxi dress hugging her curved figure perfectly. She stepped out of her light lavender Porsche, in her arms a black Prada tote, her Louboutin heels clicking along with the camera flashes by the annoying Paparazzi. Unlocking her old apartment door, she fell straight into the bed she has as a teenager. The creaky bed lined with dusty sheets, the fading purple walls still chipped as hell, the ceiling leaking a ton. Throwing off her heels and changing into one of Lucas' sweatshirts and some jeans, she took apart her braids and let her golden mane go wild. She removed her make-up and contacts, putting on her glasses. She snuck out through the fire escape where she and Lucas had their first kiss, and headed down the street to where Lucas stayed.

"Lucas! Someone's here for you!" Mrs Friar called Lucas down from his room.

"Is Riley there? If she is, tell her that I'm reall-" he stopped in his tracks, his hands beginning to turn clammy. "Maya, y-you're here."

"Shh, to the public I'm international business mogul Katy Friar," she stepped into the Friar residence, shutting the door behind her.

"Friar?"

"Yes, now let's talk. How've you been? I want to know everything and anything."

xx thoughts on this chapter ? ill see yall in october babes :) love yall and hope you enjoy my books 💕💞