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Kiss and Make Up - Rilaya

This one is long. Buckle up. 3k words.

I also didn't really proofread. So yeah.

Riley POV

I groan in frustration as I lay in my bed in my room in the small apartment that I share with Maya, and Farkle in New York, and Zay and Lucas share one just down the hall from us. Maya and I had a fight a week ago, and I can't stop thinking about it.

Flashback to last week

I let the water run down my body as I slide down the wall of the shower, panting slightly as I try to catch my breath. I turn my head and look at the blonde standing beside of me, and smile at her. She sits beside of me and kisses me deeply, but gently, and I immediately kiss her back. "That was-"

"Maya? Riley?" Farkle calls from the living room, and both of us freeze. I look at her, and my heart aches at the look on her face. The fear in her eyes. She looks to me quickly. "What is Farkle doing home? He's supposed to be with the group!" She whispers and runs a hand through her wet hair, which causes her fingers to get stuck. "He's going to catch us!" She whisper yells as she tries to free herself from her wet, golden locks.

"Hey, it's not that big of a deal." I whisper softly, and rest my hand on her shoulder, but Maya looks at me like I had grown a second head. "Of course it's a big deal! We're in the fucking shower together and Farkle is right outside!" She whisper yells. "He's gonna find out!"

"Well I guess that we've been caught." I whisper back and smirk slightly, knowing how energized she gets when we are in a place we could get caught. "I mean, maybe it won't be as hot as hot when it's actually happening though." I say with a shrug and another smirk. She stares at me and then pulls away. "This isn't some kinky fantasy, Riley! This is real fucking life! He can't know about us!" She whispers harshly, and even though her voice is barely above a whisper, the words cut into me like knives.

Was she ashamed of me? Because I'm a girl? Or because I'm just not good enough for her? All of my insecurities came bubbling up to the surface, but the only thing I can do is try and console her.

"Maybe Farkle won't think we were doing... well.. you know.." Just a few moments ago, I couldn't get enough of Maya, and now I can't even talk about what we did. Suddenly, I become aware of my nakedness, and the bright lights in the bathroom.

"He's a fucking genius. I'm sure he definitely already suspects something after you almost got us caught yesterday!" Maya hisses, and her eyes flash daggers. Anger flares in me, but I feel small under Maya's gaze, even if she was smaller than me. You weren't complaining when you were soaking through your underwear. I think to myself.

"I've taken showers with my friends before. We didn't even look at each other. This could just be platonic." I suggest, which causes Maya to scoff. "Farkle knows I wouldn't do something so childish." She hisses.

I wrap my arms around my chest and look down at my feet. I know Maya is just lashing out because she's scared, but it was still causing her eyes to sting with tears. Maya really could be mean when she wanted to be, and I hated when she got like this.

Silence fell over us, and I look around the shower, to anywhere but those ocean blue eyes that I've fallen for, and I notice that her eyes are shut, and she's rubbing her temple. Finally, she looks up and I meet her gaze hesitantly, and I see a flash of remorse in her eyes when she sees my dejected state. She sighs and places her hands on my shoulder, but this feels clinical and impersonal compared to what we shared just minutes ago.

"Stay here for a few minutes. I'll deal with him." She says in a softer tone, but I can tell she's still stressed. She quickly gets up and out of the shower, and wraps the towel around her. She opens the door to the bathroom just enough to get out, but not enough to show me and steps out.