She was letting her hair out of the messy ponytail she'd tied it up in before they'd fallen asleep the night before. He lay mesmerized as her blonde tresses fell against her bare back. Today was one of those nothing at all mornings. Maya Hart may be an artist, but to Farkle Minkus, she's the masterpiece.

{a short markle drabble} She nodded, "No, it's fine. I just woke up a few minutes ago. I'm sorry I woke you up...because you definitely need the downtime, but...I just hate storms." She took a pause, "I always have." "I love you, Maya." he said, "You're the only person I'd wake up from a dead sleep for."

// Farkle had the chance to capture every moment, now it's time for Maya to do the same//

"You want her, but she's so mean."

"Farkle" "Yes this is Farkle. How can I help you?" ●●●● An unlikely text conversation between two unlikely people sparks up something fantastic.

Maya Hart. Good Girl. Farkle Minkus. Bad Boy. - "You're a good girl, huh?" He says with a smirk and mischief in his eyes. I leaned against the lockers, "So I've heard." "Okay then, Ms. Good Girl." He runs his hand through his hair before continuing. "Let's play a game." I furrowed my eyebrows, "What game?" "Let's sweet talk. Let's play fights. Let's talk 24/7. Let's tell each other good morning and good night every day. Let's take walks together. Let's give each other nicknames. Let's hang out with each other's friends. Let's go on dates. Let's talk on the phone all night long. Let's hold hands. Let's kiss and hug." I raised my eyebrow, "Then what?" He smirks, "Whoever falls in love first...loses." He stick out his hand for me to shake. I look at his hand. "Deal?" I grab it and we chake hands. "Deal." - A story about a rich, hot player and a broken, sweet good girl who starts a game of love. They're going to do everything couples do and whoever falls in love first, loses. But what exactly happens when you play a game with love? Does the arrow you shoot hit the one you aimed for...or does it backfire? {GMW fanfiction}