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//
"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 s...
