It's About Time (GMW - Joshaya)

Chapter 86

Maya's POV

I awoke to a violent shaking and screaming of my name.

"Ughhh," I covered my head with the blankets and curled up into a spherical ball.

I continued to be joggled by the one and only Riley Matthews.

"Five more minutes, mom," I complained. My voice was noticeably hoarse from the lack of sleep and extreme drop in temperature during this New York November.

"No. We aren't doing this again Maya...not today," she pounced on the bed a couple times, her knees spiking into the mattress.

"Please," I begged.

"Nope," she yanked the blanket off me. I was exposed and cold.

I wiggled and bent my toes to try and cover them with my just-too-long sweatpants. I sandwiched my hands between my legs and remained curled.

"Get up!" she jumped on the bed again, but this time repeatedly like a trampoline.

"Fine," I whipped my body over the edge of the bed. My limbs hung loosely until I mustered up the strength to stand upright. "Just so you know. When everybody asks why I'm in a bad mood, I'm gonna point right to you."

"Don't be dramatic, Peaches."

"Oh trust me. I'm not being dramatic. There is nothing that puts me in a worse mood than being woken up unnecessarily," I shot her a menacing look.

"It's not unnecessary," she almost sounded hurt by my comment. "We have to be at the hair salon in an hour and its gonna take about 15 minutes to get there. So considering it's already past 9 o clock...that means that you have to be ready in I don't know about 40ish minutes."

"Even better! That means I have 10 minutes to sleep," I gathered up my comforter from the floor, cocooned myself, and sprung back on the bed.

"Whatever you say...but when I get out of the shower, you better be up," Riley warned me, lacking the threat in her voice.

"Mhmmm," I said, barely conscious.

I quickly slipped back into a sleep, but it felt like seconds later that Riley loudly barging back into the room.

"Wake up my little burrito!" she said all sing-songy.

"Can't I be a taco instead?" I said, my face smushed up against my pillow and my body still wrapped tightly.

Riley didn't answer. As I was turning my whole burrito-style body to face her, Riley gripped on to the comforter and jerked it so that I unraveled, falling gracelessly onto the floor.

"Ouch," I rubbed my knee which will probably be all bruised later. "You're the worst."

"Trust me, you won't be saying that later," she whispered as she excited the room skipping. "30 minutes," she yelled as she went back into her room and slammed the door shut.

We arrived at the hair salon a couple minutes early to find a frantic Topanga pacing back and forth.

"Mom what's wrong?" Riley asked concerned.

Topanga continued to pace, ignoring Riley's question.

"What's up with her?" I asked my mom and Jo who looked like they were terrified of Topanga's excessive Bridezilla moment occurring.

"Wedding nerves," Rachel poked her head in. "Typical Topanga."

"She's already married though," I refuted, avoiding eye contact with Rachel.