Como se habrá sentido el genio al darse cuenta en Texas que sus dos chicas gustan del vaquero, al enterarse que desde esa noche perdió a su rubia.

- Maya, tienes que escoger a uno antes de que esto acabe con una amistad. #47 lucaya

My BBF = My brothers best friend This is a markle fanfic Maya's Brother doesn't like her to hang out with guys because he doesn't want to see her hurt but what he doesn't know is that maya actually likes his best friend what will happen when He finds out ?

When Bradley leaves Sabrina in times when she needed him the most, Corey steps up to the plate and helps Sabrina.

{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."

"use your hands and my spare time. we've got one thing in common, it's this tongue of mine. she said she's got a boyfriend anyway". --- "Fuck you, you're just jealous." It honestly took Farkle a moment to process what she had said. He knew that was the honest truth. He'd known it from the moment he made his grand announcement on the roof on New Year's Eve. He really hadn't been a good friend in the long run. He used Riley to keep Lucas from Maya, and practically took out Charlie Gardner in the process, but karma got him back for that...hard. A lie runs over until it is overtaken by the truth. He stood up and got as close to her as he could, their chests brushing momentarily. "And what if I am?" he spoke lowly.

** WINNER OF "BEST MARKLE ONE-SHOT IN THE GMW CHOICE AWARDS 2016 ** He found himself staring up at the blank white ceiling of his dorm room wondering what went wrong. He remembered the party, the days they spent together that quickly turned to nights, and lastly that night where the sky seemed to have an eerie lilac tint to it and thunder rumbled as she got into a taxi cab and left the park...and him. Loosely based on Halsey's song "Colors".

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.

"Not bad, Farkle." She couldn't say her sentiment had changed much. At 13, his kiss wasn't bad. At 18, his kisses were actually good. His lips were moving skillfully against hers with the same amount of fervor that he'd given her on the train years back, but with a control that she'd have to thank Isadora Smackle for some time.

" so baby, pull me closer in the backseat of your rover. " "I've missed you, Maya. I honestly wish you hadn't left." The blonde bit her bottom lip, "I-I know. I said it was a mistake. Add that to my laundry list of regrets and call it a night, why don't you? He scooted in closer to her. It was the smallest gesture Maya had ever witnessed. It was obvious that he was trying to move over just enough that they were closer, but not enough that it was noticeable to her. Then his hand grazed hers in the same fashion. "So, where are you going from here?" he asked. "I-I...wait...do you mean like...literally from here...or..." "Tell me what the future looks like for Maya Hart." "I don't know."