Heartache ✖️ Rilaya
"From childhood's hour I have not been. As others were, I have not seen. As others saw, I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone. And all I loved, I loved alone."
Maya liked talking about France, imaging who she could be there, and sometimes-thrillingly-she seemed to imagine Riley there, too. She never talked about any of their other friends going to Paris with her, even though Smackle had the best accent in the freshman class on account of a Frenchman who for her family one summer, and who probably understood all about the customs forms and exchange rates and how to read subway maps in other languages and stuff.
Riley perched on the edge of Maya's bed, trying not to stare at the exposed skin of Maya's calves, just inches away. Almost as if she could read Riley's mind, Maya grinned and stretched a little, basking like a cat in the sunlight of Riley's covert attention.
"What are we doing today?" Riley asked, her eyes skittering away from the skin of Maya's stomach, peeking out above the waistband of her shorts.
"Having an adventure," Maya declared. "What time is your curfew tonight?"
"Nine," Riley answered.
"So nine-thirty," Maya nodded. "Nine-thirty at least before your mom calls the cops."