Waking up was odd, Farkle thought. It didn't feel like he'd been sleeping. His eyes were heavy, he was confused. His body was rigid and uncomfortable but he couldn't move anything.
His heart started to race as he noticed someone touching his hair. In a way it was soothing and surrounded him with a sense of comfort, but knowing that he didn't know who it was made him feel only fear. I'm in bed, why is someone touching my hair?! No ones even home yet, he thought.
He opened his eyes and saw Maya. She was hovering over him crying, stroking his hair. She looked peaceful. She looked beautiful. Her tears had made her eyes shine, they were slightly red. Her pale cheeks contrasted with the slight blush given by her tears. Blonde hair caressed her face and ran down her back. She looked like an angel.
Farkle had never seen her like this before, so vulnerable yet beautiful. He was just getting to know Smackle, but nothing could compare to Maya's beauty. He stared at her, unknown to the fact that he'd just shouted at her and passed out. He was consumed by her.
Maya's breathing hitched as she noticed Farkle had awoken, staring at her.
Farkle spoke first.
"You're crying, why are you crying?" He asked, still confused.
"Do you not remember? You freaked out at me and collapsed, I thought you hit your head. I didn't know what to do or when you'd wake up." She spoke softly. Farkle became worried, wondering why he'd freaked out at Maya.
"What do you mean? Last thing I remember, I was in bed."
"We can talk about that later, we should probably get you onto the sofa and figure out why you collapsed first." Farkle nodded in agreement.
Maya pushed up Farkle's top half before getting up and grabbing his hand to pull him onto the sofa. His hands were soft and warm, covering her small hands. She tried to be subtle about how she was staring at her hands in his. He grunted as he fell backwards onto the leather material, being startled by the coldness of it. Farkle watched as Maya paced back and forth in front of him holding her head, shouting ideas.
"Were you stressed?"
"No."
"Are you hurt?"
"No."
"Oh my god, Farkle. Are you sick? Like, really sick?" she stopped pacing, worry and fear showing in both her face and her voice.
He only laughed at this suggestion. "No, Maya. I'm not sick."
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Markle // we are the same
FanfictionThis is a Faya/Markle story in which Maya and Farkle realise that they have more in common than they thought. What starts out as a cry on a friends shoulder, becomes an unbreakable bond of trust in one another stronger than Maya had ever thought pos...
