I ALMOST FORGOT

Happy Birthday to T!
Happy Birthday to T!
Happy Birthday dear Tiernannnnnnnnnn!
HAAAAAAAPPPYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY BIRTHDAY TO T!

So besides the fact that I texted you at 11:59pm last night with the above, I'm gonna pretend that didn't happen, so I'm doing it now :)

I just wanted to say happy 18th and thank you. For everything.

If it hadn't been for you, I wouldn't be in EHX. If it hadn't been for you, I probably wouldn't have met the crew. If it hadn't been for you, I'd probably have ended up sad and lonely many, many times.

Thank you for the being the most annoying-est, sassiest, classiest, fabulous-est, best-est older brother ever. I'd never trade you for anything (well, maybe ice cream, but...) ;)

I love you so so so much and you better not stinkin' forget about me, okay?

Much love xoxo

Stay cool.

Maya

P.S: Happy Independence Day to me! :)

To Heck With It

Murder me for copying you guys, but I might as well kill time to post...

One could say I stole this from C, who stole this from Maeve, who stole this from Fonts, who stole this from Claire, who stole this from Tumblr. So there you go.

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0. Who is your last text from?

The one and only Sophia Diodati.

1. What/who is your icon?

Ummm I'm not entirely sure but I'd like to say Mary Lambert because she is a truly amazing individual with killer words and a killer voice.

2. Relationship status?

Single and slightly conflicted about that.

3. Have you ever lost a friend?

Yes. September 18th, 2011. I'll never forget.

4. What is your current mood?

Pretty chill overall, though I am feeling the stress of exams accumulate and I'm trying my hardest to ignore how exhausted I am at the moment.

5. What's your brother(s)/sister(s) names?

Yan Diego and Javier. YD is 18 as of this past December and Javi just turned 10 in January. I'm the middle child and the only girl, which I am perfectly okay with.

6. Where do you wish you were right now?

Disney. Berklee. Home.

7. Have a crazy side?

Have you ever seen angry, Spanish-mode Maya?

8. Ever had a near death experience?

I've had my fair share of car crashes, mental breakdowns, assaults and the like.

9. Something you do a lot?

Daydream. Write. Sing. Nonstop, actually.

10. Angry at anyone?

Trying my very hardest not to be, but Maya gets angry at herself a lot.

11. What's stopping you from going for the person you like?

Fear. History.

12. When was the last time you cried?

February 17th. My parents gave me a scare and I panicked during tech rehearsal. To Claire, Soph and C, thanks for being there.

13. What are you really good at?

I like to believe I create pretty sick harmonies. Oh, and I'm pretty good at sleeping for 12+ hours. And talking to myself.

14. What do you think about when falling asleep?

Whether I'm a good person or not. Going home. People.

15. What were you doing yesterday at 10pm?

Arguing with Sawyer about whether the dress was blue and black or white and gold. (it's most definitely white and gold. anyone who says otherwise is lying EHEM sawyer)

16. Do you prefer light or dark hair on the opposite sex?

I will admit I have a soft spot for dirty blondes but overall, I tend to fall for the brunnettes and the raven-haired ones.

17. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?

My mom.

18. What are your favorite bands?

Everything or Nothing. *insert smiley face here*

For the sake of what I grew up to, my family blasted a lot of Police, The Beatles, Queen, The Beach Boys, Maná, and more recently, Imagine Dragons, Arctic Monkeys, One Republic, Black Keys, the old Maroon 5, The Script, The Fray, Half Moon Run, Neon Trees, The Lumineers, Mumford and Sons, The Neighborhood, Of Monsters and Men, Pentatonix and there're probably a lot more...

19. What are you doing right now?

Sitting in the comp lab surrounded by nerds. (just kidding, I love you guys. most of you, at least.)

20. Who do you trust 100% right now?

Fonts, Claire, Caellum, Sawyer, and Maeve as of now. Gibb, Tom, T, and Brandt aren't too far off though, either.

21. Where did you get the shirt you're wearing?

Sawyer's closet.

22. Heavy metal music?

I could never. (I'm afraid of loud noises, remember?)

23. Who was the last person you hugged?

Gibb.

24. Is there anything you're hiding from anyone?

Of course and I'd rather it stay that way.

25. Who are you thinking of right now?

Her.

26. What should you be doing right now?

Homework possibly. Or studying.

27. What are you listening to right now?

Elastic Heart by Sia.

28. You need new jeans. Quick, where do you go?

Old Navy or Marshall's. Buying pants is literally impossible when you're the height of a size 0 person but your hips are a size 4. Nothing fitsss

29. Who was the last person who yelled at you?

Sawyer, probably, but it was most likely out of love.

30. Do you act differently around the person you like?

I'd like to think not but that's a complete lie. I blush super hard. It's annoying as hell.

31. What is your eye color?

I kinda wish I could say they're hazel but they're a pretty dark brown. Only time they'll change color is when I cry. I know, pretty weird.

32. Who was the last person to make you laugh?

Haidy. I love her so much. Craziest Korean I know.

33. Who was the last person to make you angry?

Gallagher is hovering over my computer as I type this. 'Nuff said.

34. Hello Kitty or Dora?

I was Dora for Halloween in elementary school. Does that answer your question?

35. Is your hair naturally curly or straight?

Is wavy an answer...? Honestly, it really depends on the day. When I was younger, it used to be pin-straight but after age 11, it became a crazy mass of frizz. Hurray for tropical islands.

36. Hug anyone of the opposite sex in the last 24 hours?

Tiernan, Gibb, C, Dylan, maybe more.

37. One thing you want right now?

Sleep. And the right answers.

38. Will you fall in love in the next few months?

I sure hope so.

39. What does the 5th text in your inbox say?

Oh jesus... I can't lie, so, "Nite babe sleep well" -A

40. Do you worry about the future?

Very much so, more than I should.

41. Are you happy with your life right now?

All things considered, yes, I must say I am very fortunate and I'm surrounded by friends and family that truly love me and I couldn't be any more thankful for that.

42. Are you currently jealous?

Yes, but I'm trying very, very hard not to be.

43. Who are your best girl friends?

Without a doubt: Claire, Sawyer and Maeve. I love you guys to infinity and banana. You're all insanely talented and beautiful and witty and hilarious and it's great and I wouldn't have it any other way.

44. Do you forgive or forget?

I want to say that I forgive but never forget. Granted, it's pretty damn hard to forgive sometimes, but I try my very best. Forgetting I don't do.

45. What do you miss the most about elementary school?

My best friend Isaac. We played spies together. It was kind of awesome.

46. Favorite Disney Channel show?

That's So Raven.

47. Who are your best guy friends?

C, T, Tom, Fonts, and Gibb. You guys are sincerely all like my older brothers and I can't thank you enough for what each of you has done for me.

48. What are you looking forward to?

Disney. My birthday. Spring Break. Passing Exams.

49. Does anyone like you right now?

Well, that's the question, isn't it?

50. Lyrics to the song you're listening to right now?

"Solo tengo ojos para ti

No te das cuenta, no lo haz notado

Y te quiero mas de lo que hoy puedo decir

Y yo solo tengo ojos para ti"

-Solo Tengo Ojos Para Ti, Juan Luis Guerra

Translation: I only have eyes for you. Haven't you noticed? Haven't you realized? And I love you more than what I could tell you today, and I only have eyes for you.

..........

There you have it. Cheap shot at a post in the meantime before I write anything legitimate over break.

Here are the rest of the humans' posts:

Maeve

Caellum

Fonts

Hasta la proxima!

Much love xoxo

Maya

Happy Valentine's Day

Hey guys.

It's that sickening time of year again where obesity and flower allergies make their appearance. That's right, Happy Valentine's Day! I'd love to be one of those who is, I don't know... indifferent to this supposed joke of a holiday, but unfortunately, I somewhat despise it. Don't particularly know why. Quick shoutout to Claire for making it a million times more endurable (we've been sitting on my bed for the past two hours, telling stories and stuffing our faces with candy).

Anywho, I decided to be the obnoxious, single friend who writes cheesy messages to the rest of my crew. Hopefully, you know who you are. If not, feel free to message me if you have any questions :)

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You called me at midnight (even though I told you not to) and serenaded me with the classics (Uptown Funk, Rude, American Pie, Piano Man, just to name a few...) while doing your laundry. This continued up until about two AM, when I'd finally stopped hyperventilating from anxiety. You're always scolding me for swearing and telling me the dumb crap you do so I don't repeat it. You texted me for three hours on a school night just to tell me that I was worth it--just to remind me that I did, in fact, matter. You're never here and I miss you like hell but I somehow feel like you're closer than you are. Funny how these things work. Friends don't really get any better than that.

..........

You texted me out of the blue and the message was simple. All you said was "Hope you have a great day!" but it's little things like that that make my day so much brighter. Thank you.

P.S.: Your snapchats give me life.

..........

You care. In your own, little ways, you care. Whether it's high fives, or sticking your tongue out at me, or ruffling my hair, or wrapping me in a hug, or giving me one of those looks, you always care. And even though you never text back (-_-) you're always worrying about me. And that means more than you know.

..........

You've listened to countless rants. You've slapped me for apologizing for my rants. You rant back to me. This is how we work. And it's honestly the only way I breathe these days. You tell me your stories in detail and you're the only one to really listen to all of mine, too, and you never miss the opportunity for a hug and they're magical, I tell you. I care about it way too much when you're upset, and I know it's the same vice versa. Thank you for existing. Sincerely.

..........

We don't talk as much as I wish we did, but you're an older brother. You get how it works. You know what to say. You're honest and sometimes, just sometimes, a little too honest but hey--at least you're knocking some sense into me. You tease me to no end but I pester right on back, so for the most part, I'd say we're even :)

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I know everything's been super busy lately, so we don't talk as much, but I still think about you every day. Not a day goes by where I don't think, "Oh, she totally would've laughed at that," or "She would've completely appreciated that reference." Whether you know it or not, I look up to you. Like a lot. And you're so freaking talented that sometimes, it's not fair but I can live with it because it's you. And you're perfect. So it's okay.

..........

You were the one and only person I thought could help fix my song. And you did. And we only ever recorded it once but it was so perfect, and I hope to God that you get better for Spring Term. Not only because you'd be so much happier but everything in general would be better. You lighten up the mood no matter what; in your own way, of course, but at least it's done.

..........

We've been in an odd sort of rollercoaster for the past few months and no joke, sometimes I feel like the best thing in the world would be to jump off, but then I'd miss the rest of the excitement. And then I'd miss you. I already do. But I'm willing to believe it's just because things are crazy out of control right now, and I'm sincerely hoping that we manage to maintain some sort of relationship in the months to come.

..........

You've always been able to put a smile on my face. You don't even try; I don't get how you do it. Your funny imitations, your stories, your facial expressions... They're all so fun to watch. Plus, I will admit, you make dresscode attire look pretty darn snazzy. You rock those bowties.

..........

It's been a while since I've seen you, but somehow, it feels like you never even left. It was so normal seeing you the other day, yet it was so weird. So much has changed, and yet you still manage to be Queen of All. Because you're you, that's why.

..........

And there you have it. Thank you all. For just being you.

There are so many more I'd love to add but my eyes have decided to take a very long nap right now, so I'm gonna head out before I fall asleep on any of you (yes, I am insulting you all in your pillow-being abilities.)

Hasta la proxima!

Much love xoxo

Maya 

(P.S.: I'll probably edit this when I'm actually awake)

Forgetful

Latest slam poem.

Thought I'd share.

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Forgetful

I like to think you’re very forgetful.

Like that time you pinky swore and promised you’d never leave me,

Or that time I was afraid to go to bed, told you so, and went to bed alone, anyway,

Or like the time I said my favorite color was purple and that I hated tomatoes and baseball.

I like to think you’re very forgetful.

Or maybe, you know, it could be that you don’t sleep enough,

Or you’re part deaf and didn’t hear me,

Or that some supernatural force got hold of your tongue

Because why else wouldn’t you say,

“I love you”?

Sometimes, I worry that I haven’t made myself clear,

So I say things over and over and over again.

I like to think you’re very forgetful.

Like that time you promised you wouldn’t do it

Or when I almost died from food poisoning

Or that time you said you’d come back

Or even when I said strawberry, not cherry.

I always say strawberry. Never cherry.

I like to think you’re very forgetful.

If not, why’d you go away?

Why’d you stop laughing?

Didn’t you hear me?

Didn’t I matter?

Didn’t you hear me?

Didn’t I matter?

Didn’t you hear me?

Didn’t I matter?

I like to think you’re very forgetful.

Because otherwise, you’d still be holding my hand, right?

You’d still look me in the eyes,

You’d still smile every morning,

You’d still be here, goddammit!

I like to think you’re very forgetful.

I like to think your tongue couldn’t remember the alphabet, so it stayed silent when I asked if you were okay.

I like to think you were blind so you wouldn’t have to see me break when you left.

I like to think you were numb so you wouldn’t feel the hurt you made me feel.

I like to think you’re very forgetful.

Beautiful, but forgetful.

I sometimes wish I were just as forgetful.

That way I wouldn’t remember the day you forgot about me.

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Hasta la próxima!

Much love xoxo

Maya

Let's Play A Game (Maya's Version)

Hiiiiiiiiiiiii :)

Whoa. Three posts in under 24 hours. I'm doing damn well with this blog thing.

So let's pretend like I didn't totally just steal Fonts's and Claire's idea (links are down below, by the way)

I just spent over an hour trying to figure those lists out.

For those of you who aren't familiar with the "game", I write out a list of songs that remind me of or represent certain people. Your job is to guess which song matches which person.

Best of luck :)

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1. Message in a Bottle-The Police
Here Comes The Sun-The Beatles

2. Somebody That I Used To Know-Walk Off The Earth
We Can Work It Out-The Beatles

3. Iris- Sleeping With Sirens
Let It Be-The Beatles

4. Bedroom Eyes-Crywolf
Hey Jude-The Beatles

5. On My Way-Rusted Root
I Feel Fine-The Beatles

6. Mermaid-Train
I Wanna Hold Your Hand-The Beatles

7. A Drop In The Ocean-Ron Pope
All You Need Is Love-The Beatles

8. La Vie Boheme-Rent
Can't Buy Me Love-The Beatles

9. Eye of The Tiger-Survivor
Good Day, Sunshine-The Beatles

10. Stay With Me-Sam Smith
Help!-The Beatles

11. Elastic Heart-Sia
Eleanor Rigby-The Beatles

12. My Sharona-The Knack
Yesterday-The Beatles

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Claire's Version

Fonts's Version

Hasta la próxima!

Much love xoxo

Maya

Because #ThugLyfe Part Three: The Cave

Ta daaaa!

Here goes part three :)

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It must've been 'round midday when I woke up next.

Funnily enough, nobody else seemed to be awake. It took a full 360 to notice my friends' bodies strewn across the length of the treehouse. It was quite the sight XD

Maeve and Claire were a mess of tangled limbs thrown across the love-seat. T lay on the ground at their feet, an arm flung across his face to shut out the light. Emma was sprawled face down atop the makeshift coffee table, mangled hair covering her entire face. Zoe had fallen asleep at Emma's side in a sitting position, head between her knees. Sawyer was curled up under a flimsy blanket about five feet away from me. Gibb and Tom both had taken off their coats to serve as pillows. Although, the best sight of all had to be Fonts and Caellum, knowingly or perhaps unknowingly spooning one another on top of the beat up sofa that lay tucked into the corner of the room.

Just as I was about to burst into hysterics, I noticed Max was, in fact, awake. 

She gave me a pointed look that said, "Don't make a sound,"

I could see the sparkling amusement in her eyes from across the room as she tiptoed over to them. 

She retrieved something that looked like a camera out of her pocket and then was that I realized she'd been taking various shots of the two. 

Cuddling gangsters at their finest.

In case any of you were wondering, Caellum was the little spoon. 

As soon as Max gave me the okay, I let out an uncontrollable stream of giggles, waking just about everyone up (except Emma, who was probably extremely hung over).

"Maya, shut up, God," Tiernan grumbled, rubbing tiresomely at his eyes.

I threw him an apologetic smile before pointing at the source of my laughter, but he didn't even have to look.

"What the--?"

"MATTHEW FONTS, DETATCH YOUR CROTCH FROM MY ASS THIS INSTANT!"

"Oh, so that's what happened," Maeve said, shrugging it off as any other day-to-day event.

The rest of us burst into fits of laughter at the sight of C's and Fonts's horrified faces.

"Yeah, Fonts, get it!" Tom teased, failing to keep a straight face.

"Don't screw with me, Ginger," Fonts mock-threatened, pulling a gun out of his coat pocket.

"Oh, but I was looking forward to it," Tom winked, pushing the boss's buttons more than he probably should.

Luckily, Fonts didn't really care enough to react, satisfied with simply pushing Caellum off the couch.

"Guys, be quiet, my headache's being a bitch," Emma squirmed to a sitting position on the floor, grabbing hold of her temples painfully.

"Probably should've thought of that when you were downing four beers, Em," Gibb stated, unconsciously running a hand through his matted curls.

"Fuck off, Michael,"

"Suit yourself," Gibb laughed, throwing his hands up in surrender before making his way over to sit next to Sawyer.

"Alright, alright, settle down people. What's the plan for today?" Claire took charge, getting up before walking over to lean against the window shutters.

"I say we show little Hobbit here what she signed up for," Caellum smirked, a certain glint in his eye that I didn't quite like.

My brows furrowed as I waited for someone to explain further.

"Whoa, slow down, punk; it's only her first day," Maeve spoke on my behalf, shooting him a warning glare.

"Yeah, C, don't push it," Claire huffed, tucking away her red bandana into her belt.

"No, I think he's right. She's gotta learn sooner or later," and before I knew what was happening, the blue-haired girl had thrown a dagger my way. 

Had it not been for sheer adrenaline, I don't think I would've dodged it.

"Jesus, Max! He meant tell her what we do, not throw a fucking knife at her face!" Gibb said, pulling me into a side hug.

My eyes travelled to the glint of metal by my side. 

I still hadn't said a word. My heart was pumping too loud.

"Well, she dodged it, didn't she?" Max gestured towards my otherwise unharmed figure.

"You're okay, right Maya?" she asked.

I found that all I could do in response was nod.

"See? She's fine. You're gonna have to do an awful lot of dodging from now on," she said nonchalantly, tossing the blue braid over her shoulder.

I gulped.

"Anywayyy, we have a big mission coming up. Tomorrow night, actually. And we're hoping to get you up to par by then so we don't have to lock you up in here, okay, kiddo?" Fonts explained, adjusting the cuffs of his leather jacket while looking my way.

"W-What exactly do you me-ean?" I stumbled across my words, feeling like my throat had closed up.

"It means we gotta train you to kill, kid," Tom informed me, walking over to lean against the doorframe.

Well darn.

"To--To what?! You want me to kill people?!" I just about shrieked, ready to jump up and confront him myself, but Gibb's arm tightened around my shoulders, preventing me from going anywhere.

"You're gonna have to if you wanna survive around these people, honey," Sawyer chimed in, twirling her favored dagger casually between her fingers.

I gave them all bewildered looks.

"No. No fucking way. I am not going to be responsible for the death of another human being," I concluded, shoving Gibb's arm off of me before standing up.

I hadn't really realized until then that I had no way of escape. I was pretty much cornered by everyone else in the room some way or another.

"Fine,"

Everyone looked to Claire in shock.

"We're not gonna train you to kill anyone, sweetie, but you gotta learn to defend yourself. We deal with dangerous people and most of them are experts in murder. Once they know you're part of us, trust me, love, they will find any way they can to access your weakness. Don't let them get to that, okay Maya?" Claire's eyes never left mine, almost as if looking away would break the promise.

I tossed the words around my brain for a while, knowing I couldn't really leave them now.

"Okay," I finally agreed, watching everyone exhale simultaneously.

"I'll learn to defend, not kill, but then what use will I be to you guys? I wouldn't be anything but another burden to carry around," I sighed.

They were all silent for a while.

"Weapons."

We all looked to Zoe with perplexed expressions. This was the first word she'd said all morning (or afternoon, I should probably say).

"She could be in charge of our weapons. You know... Sharpening knives, loading the guns... You guys take enough time as it is getting ready before missions," she sent the others a knowing smirk.

"Hey, the only reason you're any faster is 'cause all you have to manage are little poison grenades," T stuck his tongue out at her, resulting in a who-can-stick-their-tongue-out-farther competition with Zoe.

"Knock it off, you two," Maeve rolled her eyes at their childish behavior.

"I think that could work," I watched the gears switch around in Fonts's head.

"She wouldn't necessarily have to come with us on every mission, but she could make sure the ones she doesn't participate in run smoothly by being in charge of the weapons," he concluded.

I have no clue why they all think leaving knives and guns with me is a good idea.

That is never a good idea.

"Um... cool?" I attempted to break the awkward silence that followed.

"Awesome. Now, Gibb, C, Maeve--go grab us the noms. Zoe--make sure Emma doesn't puke all over my stuff. Max--teach Maya how to sharpen a knife. Tom--show her how to load a gun. The rest of you idiots come with me so we can discuss the blueprints for tomorrow night," Fonts took off his jacket, revealing a white T-shirt and a spiraling scar that travelled up his arm and disappeared into his chest.

Max and Tom stared down at me with amused looks.

This should be fun.

..........

"OW!"

"Dammit, Maya, I told you to be more careful!" Max sighed in exasperation, tending to probably about the ninth cut I'd managed to give myself in the span of an hour.

Loading guns wasn't this hard.

Tom had taken all of twenty minutes teaching me how to handle the guns and how to make sure they wouldn't go off with a bang when we weren't expecting them to.

Granted, I did shoot three holes into the roof by accident, but he promised not to tell Fonts, so it was fine.

"Having trouble there, hun?" Maeve walked poked her head through the doorway, biting back a smile at my expense.

"I'm fine, Maeve. I can do this," I shooed her off for the sake of my pride.

Max rolled her eyes at me.

"Okayyy, if you say so," she sing-songed, stepping into the other room to meet the others.

With a little determination, I mastered the art of sharpening knives an hour and five cuts later.

"Whoa, who dumped you in the shredder?" C remarked as I walked begrudgingly into the common room.

"Don't start," I warned him, not bothering to throw him a death glare.

The gang was strewn around the room, similar to this morning, but this time holding various slices of pizza.

Seeing as I hadn't eaten in close to 24 hours, I snagged C's pizza as payback for his little comment earlier, taking a bite before smiling triumphantly up at him.

"Damn," was all he said as stared at his empty hand.

"You guys get everything ready for tomorrow?" Max asked, taking a box for herself and setting it atop her lap.

"Yeah, pretty much," T replied, almost inhaling another four pieces in the next two seconds.

"Where's Emma?" I wondered, stretching my legs out underneath me.

"Practicing," was the only response I got.

Sawyer raised her eyebrows towards a door in the corner of the room, one I hadn't noticed 'till now.

I waited until the rest were caught up in banter to make my way across the room. 

The wooden slabs were dirty and worn; it was almost as if it wasn't a door at all. It took less than ten seconds standing in front of it for me to notice the putrid stench that was coming from the other side. My eyes searched for a handle, or a switch, or something that would allow me to get to the other side.

"Ah, ah, ah,"

I jumped, turning around to find Tiernan looking down at me with a condescending smirk.

"I wouldn't go in there if I were you," he warned, gesturing towards the door.

"Why not?" I crossed my arms over my chest with a huff.

"Emma has a real talent for going... well... nuts," he explained.

Something about the way he said it caused a shiver to run down my spine.

I forget that these guys are next to psychopathic.

"Oh,"

Deciding it was best not to take my chances, I let him lead me back to the rest of the group, where Gibb was in the middle of telling a story about something stupid he and Tom did as kids.

I sat down next to Maeve, who wrapped a gentle arm around my shoulders, careful not to bump any of the cuts around my arms.

"Rough training, huh?" she murmured, red flecks of hair falling into her eyes.

"Tell me about it," I sighed, resting my head on her shoulder. 

"The worst is almost over; after I teach you defense tomorrow, you'll be perfectly fine," she assured me, dropping a kiss to the top of my head.

Then was that I noticed the various tattoos that circled themselves around her arms. Upon closer inspection, I noticed they were all made out of battle scars.

Maeve, you are one kickass fighter.

When I asked her about the tattoos, she told me she asked Max to build them from the designs of her scars. 

Apparently Max was designated tattoo artist, too.

I shut my eyes, trying my best not to think about the scary training I'd receive the next morning, or the dangerous mission my best friends would undertake that night.

..........

That took me a surprisingly long amount of time to come up with. Sorry about that.

I hope the next one doesn't take as long to write...

I also hope that you enjoyed :)

Hasta la próxima!

Much love xoxo

Maya

Back To The Future Part 1

Hello magical creatures :)

I promised my friends I'd write a post about this other dream that I had a while back, so here goes my first attempt at it.

Again, I apologize in advance if I offend any of you or if my dream's interpretation of your future is totally inaccurate, but then again, it's just a dream, so please just chill and go with the flow.

P.S.: I'm also sorry if I gross you out at any point. Deal with it.

P.P.S.: I will admit this first chapter is really slow and tedious and annoying but I gotta start somewhere to get to the good stuff.

P.P.P.S.: Kay. I'm done now. Enjoy.

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Matthew Fonts. 29. History teacher.

Hazel Fonts. 27. Sculptor.

-James Alfredo Fonts. 6.

Michael Gibb. 28. Music producer.

Alexandra Gibb. 25. Art teacher.

-Benjamin Isaac Gibb. 4.

Caellum Kerr. 27. English teacher.

Tabby Newell-Kerr. 26. Baker.

-Jenna Emily Kerr. 2.

Claire Doire. 26. CEO of indie record label.

Jean Fabre. 28. Dance instructor.

Zoe Daniels. 27. Poet/Songwriter/Activist.

Jack Daniels. 27. Anthropologist.

Maeve McCormick. 28. Actress.

Christopher McCormick. 29. Author.

Emma Butler. 27. Businesswoman.

Brandon/Sebastian/Damien/Aiden. Douchebags.

Brandt Matthews. 27. TV producer.

Rebecca Landry. 27. Model.

Max Bogan. 27. Artist.

Tom O'Rourke. 28. Music teacher.

Delilah Jans. 26. Chemist.

Tiernan O'Rourke. 28. Broadway actor.

Danielle Kyles. 27. Broadway musician.

Maya Wilson. 24. Author/Poet.

Marcell Fiore. 27. Pediatrician.

..........

"Claire?"

"Maya? Hey! How're you do--?"

"I'm pregnant."

There was a long pause on the other line.

"What?"

"I'm pregnant," I repeated. 

"...are you sure?" my practically-older-sister spoke hesitantly into the phone.

"Of course I'm sure! How can a positive pregnancy test not be sure enough?!" I snapped, trying my hardest not to burst into tears.

Fuck these hormones.

"Okay... Well, does Marcell know yet?"

Thank God Claire knew how to keep her cool.

"Um... yeah, I told him this morning..." I twirled the phone cord around my fingers.

"And...?"

"He's ecstatic."

"Maya, love, then I don't see what you're worrying about," she let out an airy laugh. 

"But the wedding, Claire, I have to change the date!" I grew angry with myself as tears pricked the corners of my eyes.

"Okay, okay," I could tell she sensed the cracking in my voice, "Breathe, kiddo, we'll figure this out,"

I sighed, leaning back against my kitchen counter in attempts to talk myself down from my current mental state.

"How far along are you?" Claire asked.

"Um... I dunno, like a few weeks maybe...?" I guessed.

"So are you planning to have the wedding before you start showing?" 

"Hell yeah! No way am I walking down that aisle with a giant baby bump!" I defended, even though I probably didn't have anything to defend myself from.

Calm down, you moron. It's just Claire.

"So... hmm," I could tell she was thinking and most likely blowing the hair out of her face.

"What do you say we change it to April?"

A spring wedding. Hmm.

"April works," I agreed, hoping to God that Mars wouldn't mind.

"All right, talk to you soon, hun. Don't sweat it, okay?" she said reassuringly.

"Okay," I mumbled back before hanging up.

Out of wonderment and plain curiosity, I placed a hesitant hand on my stomach, trying to imagine the small creature that would soon be growing inside me.

Jesus Christ, how did this happen?

..........

It was February now and I had asked Claire to fly over to San Fransisco up until the wedding.

Hey, I'm a pregnant, hormonal bride-to-be. I'm allowed to request these things.

It would be fine since she was taking a break from the label and Jean could take care of himself for a while.

I remember fussing about the house with poor Marcell on the phone and Claire at my heels making wedding plans.

"Mars, mi vida, can I call you later? I'm kind of about to nom..." I said, clutching the phone between my shoulder and my ear as I stood on my tippy toes to reach the blender off the shelf.

Claire was making us smoothies :)

"Whatever you say, Wiz," my fiancé chuckled, using the nickname he'd given me way back in college before he went off to Med school.

Of course I'd be the one to end up with a pediatrician for a husband. Especially considering my hate for all things medical. Classic.

We exchanged fleeting "I love you"s before I took to raiding my fridge for pickles, extra sharp cheddar and strawberries.

"Maya, are you seriously going to--?"

"Don't test me," I threw Claire a look, knife in hand, ready to slice up the cheese (or possibly pose a dangerous threat, but you know, priorities).

I was only half joking anyway.

She threw her hands up in playful surrender, walking over to the counter next to me, sticking out her tongue and saying, "You're a nutter, you are,"

I rolled my eyes, biting into a strawberry as I scrolled through dresses on my phone.

"Oh, that one looks cute," Claire pointed out sarcastically, a hint of a smirk grazing her lips.

"Yeah, if I was a medieval prostitute with tacky style," I said, bumping her side in response.

"Hey!" she protested, although I knew she wasn't really upset.

I found that wedding planning ran much more smoothly when eating, so three smoothies, two ice cream sundaes, five mozzarella sticks and several strawberries later, Claire and I had managed to finish the guest list, reserve a venue, narrow down the dress options, and make sure Marcell approved of everything before we made any final decisions.

"Well, that was exhausting," I placed both hands on my food baby, suddenly struck with the horrid idea that the real one would be suffocated by all the junk I just ate.

Maya, honey, that's not how science works. Relax.

"You literally just sat and stuffed your face while I wrote everything down!" Claire laughed, giving me a pathetic look.

"Exactly," I sighed over dramatically, throwing her a wink to say I was kidding.

..........

Fast forward to the end of March, the wedding was one week away, and by now everyone (excluding Emma, Max, Brandt, Rebecca, Tiernan, and Danielle, who would meet us on the day of the wedding) had gathered in San Fransisco, staying in separate hotels scattered about the city.

It was Saturday morning and the girls had agreed to accompany me to my final dress fitting, along with my mother. 

"Maya, mi amor, apúrate! We're gonna be late," Mami grabbed a hold of my hand, dragging me out my doorway as I slipped a boot over my foot.

"Ya voy, Mami, relájate," I sighed, rolling my eyes at my mother while I reached for the keys to my car.

Zoe, Claire, Maeve, Alex, Hazel, Tabby, and Delilah would all meet Mami and I at the dress shop in order to give me their opinion--not like I was changing anything by now, but it's the thought that counts :)

Meanwhile, Mars had decided to take the guys out for a drink and probably go do guy things for a while (whatever that means).

Mami and I rolled into the parking lot and she almost had to restrain me from jumping out of the car and running into the store to see friends I hadn't seen in over five years.

Claire was waiting at the door. I gave her a quick hug before rushing inside to meet the rest.

I just about screamed when I saw Alex and Delilah huddled around a wedding catalogue, searching for ideas for Del's upcoming wedding.

"Honeybunches!"

Of course Zoe was the first to squeal, drop everything and run to me, enveloping me in a suffocating hug. 

At this, the rest of the girls turned around, eyes lighting up to greet me and my mother.

"Relax, guys, it's not like she came back from the grave or anything," Claire rolled her eyes, offering me a smile.

"How's the new piece going, Haze?" I asked Fonts's beloved Mrs. Fonts.

"Eh, you know... it's going," she replied, tossing her hair up into a bun so as to get it out of her eyes.

"She's still missing an actual face but you know, I decided to give her boobs first because priorities," she laughed, referring to her latest sculpture.

I hooted and gave her a high five. 

Hurray for people who share the same appreciation of boobs as I do!

Yes, Fonts, your wife is bi. Deal with it.

"Hurry up and get in the dress; you're killing me!" Claire urged, shoving me into the next room where the attendant would help suit me into my soon-to-be bridal gown.

Here goes nothing.

.....

The attendant, Nessa, put the finishing touches on my dress by lacing up the back, mimicking a corset effect on my poofy, yet simple, white dress.

For some reason I could feel my heart racing as I stepped into the other room.

"Oh, darling," Maeve let out a low whistle.

"Flawless," Claire awed.

"Stunning," Delilah gave me two thumbs up.

"Absolutely beautiful," Tabby smiled.

"Baby, you're glowing!" Zoe gushed.

"Mars knows what's up," Alex smirked, looking me up and down.

"Could use some work, rugrat," Hazel winked at me teasingly.

I forgot none of them had seen the dress yet, so I was more than relieved to know they were pleased.

Laughing, I rolled my eyes at their expected responses before turning to my mother.

She had tears in her eyes, a hand on one hip, and a smile on her face.

"Preciosa, mi niña. You really are something," 

I could feel the redness rush to my face, so I giggled in attempts to brush it off.

"Thank you guys," was all I could really say.

"Well," Maeve gave me a pointed look, "Give it a whirl," her eyes twinkled in encouragement.

Tucking the hair behind my ears, I bit my lip, grabbing the folds of my dress before spinning around, watching its willowy fabric swirl around like clouds, praying my clumsiness didn't make me fall.

The girls whistled and hooted, adding bits of applause here and there for dramatic effect.

I couldn't help but laugh at them all, watching as they taught me how to "strut" and run the "catwalk".

Then was that my mom's phone went off.

"Hello?" Mami answered, "Marcell?"

I gave her a questioning look.

Before long, her worried expression turned into one of pure amusement.

Covering the mouthpiece with one hand, she turned to address me.

"He wants to know how the dress looks," she said.

I rolled my eyes at my impatient fiancé's antics.

"That's for you to decide later, punk," Claire took the phone from my mother.

"Now, get back to your dude stuff and forget about Maya for a while, kay?" she instructed before hanging up.

Way to be straightforward, Claire.

"So I'm guessing that's a yes from you all...?" I flashed a hopeful smile at my very best friends.

"100 percent," Maeve grinned, pulling me into a massive bear hug.

"Well, we still gotta find a way to make you less hideous but--"

"Oh, give it a rest, Haze," Claire cut the one and only Mrs. Fonts off with a shove on the arm.

"She's knows I'm messing with her," Hazel defended, brushing Claire off and sticking her tongue out at me.

This time, Tabby's phone was the one to go off.

"It's Little Kerr," she informed us, referring to C's little sister Emma.

It's been over ten years and we still call her that.

"How's my little Jenna doing?" Tabby spoke into the phone.

Caellum and Tabby had left baby Jenna with Emma up until the wedding, seeing as she was going to be my flower girl.

We let Tabby wander off into the hall to speak to her two-year-old daughter while Claire and Delilah took to raiding the racks.

They were also brides-to-be and figured they might have a little fun seeing as we were already inside a bridal shop.

Having had enough of the center of attention, I took my dress off and thanked Nessa before spending the next four hours watching my friends try on gowns they would never buy.

Hell, even Mami who's been happily married for 29 years, tried on a super expensive, never-in-hell-could-I-ever-afford-this dress.

And we all had fun.

And it was great.

..........

And there you have part one. 

Excuse the cliches and boringness of it all, but I had to find some way to rush the story along.

To my idiots, I promise there will be more of you in the next chapter.

And to those of you who don't make it 'till the actual wedding day, quite sorry but you might have to wait a while before you appear... Please don't hate me.

Again, I'm sorry this took so long to write, but procrastination is a bitch and that's all I can really say about that.

Hasta la próxima!

Much love xoxo

Maya