Maya Hunter never lived the dream life. She lived in a two bedroom studio apartment with her mother as long as she could remember. Until her mother finally got her happy ending and married Shawn Hunter. Which Maya has always been especially ecstatic...
I wake up by someone lightly shaking me and telling me to wake up. I open my eyes to see Farkle.
"We're here." He says.
I get up sliding on my nike slides and following him to an uber. He opens the door for me and we both get in.
After a 30 min drive we arrive at this huge ass mansion. ________________________________
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It also has 4 extra rooms and a room for Maya's music and art. And an outdoor pool and hot tub ________________________________ Maya cont.
I run through the house."This is amazing!" I scream. Farkle laughs at me. I open a door and see a room with a desk, chair, couch, art easel, guitar stand, and outlets everywhere. There was also a huge bookshelf filled with records and a record player. Not to mention the huge studio.
"Oh my, what is this?"
"Your music and art room. I know you're really good at art and singing so we came to LA so you can use the studio."
I turn to Farkle and hug him. Realizing what I had did my heart beats fast as I pull away. He smirks and leaves the room allowing me to unpack my art and set up my guitar and keyboard.
I had like 30+ songs written in my notebook that I have had for the last 6 years. I couldn't wait to record them. But right now my main focus is putting my clothes in the huge walk in closet I now had.
I walk into the master bedroom and see Farkle shirtless. I stop in my tracks and stare."Take a picture, babe it'll last longer." He says smirking.
"Are those real?" I say lost in thoughts looking at his 6 pack.
"Yeah you wanna touch them?" He says now in front of me. I run my hand down his abs and look up. I then pull him down to my level and kiss him.
We stop. He then picks me up throwing me on the bed and going on top of me still kissing.
All I wanted was him and I don't know why. Its like i'm an addict...
