So long time no see. Yes, I've finally decided to write a GMW fan fict. This story will be very similar yet very different from "It Wasn't Me" (which I'm so happy that people actually read, it means so much to me. Thank you Mimi 1239). In case you don't know I'm a slash writer so this will be a one-sided Riley/Maya slash and also contain one-sided Shawn/Cory slash. There will be some original characters since the show is so new. Warning there may also be adult content, later on, I don't write for Disney Channel, I write for the touchstone. (Yea if you get that reference I'll luv you)

What do I care about to so strongly enough I would fight for it?

Okay, something I believe in so strongly enough I would fight for is…

This is a stupid essay.

What do I believe in? I believe in…

Okay, let's brainstorm.

So the other day, Riley and I were on the subway.

"I want to be just like you Maya." My best friend perked, "I think too much, you don't think at all."

"Aw, you get me," I replied.

"We really are the bestest friends in the world. Riley is the most…kindness, sweetness, the most amazing person I've ever met. I want her to have everything. So when I saw her staring at the blue-eyed boy in the back. I had to help her out. I pushed her down the subway.

Oh, it's alright. She landed right into his lap.

It was like a romantic comedy from the start. She landed on his lap and stared at him petrified. He on the other hand just smiled at her.

It kind of bothered me how he smiled at her. It kind of bothered me how he looked at her. He just looked up at her with his boring shit blue eyes and sweet cheesy ass smile.

Whoa, where did that meanness come from?

I watched them stared at each other, it looked like a sweet moment.

"Riley walked back to me, "That was the greatest moment of life."

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"The civil war." Mr. Matthews started on another lecture.

"The civil bore." I bit in.

To be honest I tuned him out half time. Mr. Matthews was just like history, old, boring, and not relative to me.

"Sir may I overstep my bounds?" said the high pitched voice behind me.

"You always do, Farkle."

Then, of course, Farkle took the stage.

"Riley, is the day, the sun that lights up my world."

"He shifted to my desk, "Maya is the night, dark and mysterious."

Wow, he's so obsessed with us. Seriously how can he be so "in love" with both of us?

"I say he ends up with Back of the Room Brenda," I smirked pointing to the brown-haired girl with dorky glasses.

"Mr. Matthews got back up to address the class. Then guess what. Subway boy walks in.

"Who are you? I don't know who you are."

Subway boy handed Mr. Matthews a paper and said in a slight southern accent, "I'm Lucas Friar. I just moved here from Texas."

So the subway boy turns out to be Ranger Rick.

Riley once again looked up at him all dopey eyed. And he sweetly smiled at Riley sitting down behind her.

Mr. Matthews looked like he was going to punch him. I'm not sure if that's a Mr. Matthews's thing or father thing. I wouldn't know.

"Today's homework," He said to turn the attention back to him, "is to write an essay. It can be how anything, anything at all. Something you believe so strongly enough, I would fight for it."

"Well, I believe in no homework," I said to him.

"Miss Hart…"

"I stood up and yelled, "He takes our days. I'd say let's take back our nights." I turned to say face Mr. Matthews and started chatting, "No homework, more freedom."

"No homework, more freedom." I chanted walking out of the classroom.

With Riley of course behind me.

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I walked to my apartment, to find the cardboard box by the door. See every few weeks or so, someone leaves a box of donated clothes by my door. I have no idea who or where it comes from. I dragged the box inside with me.

"Mom, I'm home." I jokily called out.

Of course, she wasn't home. I think she had an audition for some backwoods car dealership commercial. And Tuesday is Grammy's bingo night. I always hated the apartment so quiet. But I was used to it. I just dragged the box to my room.

"I do have a nice room. Cool purple conformer set with shiny silver pillows. White dressers with purple handles. Star decorations all over the walls. Lights hanging the red brick. You know, my mom designed it. She really did. A couple of years ago she got a Christmas bonus and used it to redo my room. She would be a great interior designer if she wanted to. I got give her credit for something every once in a while.

I threw my backpack into the sea of lost souls (aka my desk) and plopped down on my bed.

"Bed, you understand me."

I sat back up and started looking through the box. It always had the coolest stuff. Today I found a gold scarf, a cameo jacket, and a pair of jean shorts. Then, oh my god you won't believe this, I pulled out a rainbow leopard print…bra. A real bra. And it almost fit me too, I couldn't stop laughing. But then I kind of got a little grossed out that someone donated their bra to me so I put back in the box and looked at more shirts. I even set aside a top with pink roses on it for Riley.

Riley. Mr. Matthews. School. The homework.

"It should be easy right?" I asked myself, "three pages, double spaced. What do I care about to so strongly enough I would fight for it?"

I took out a spiral and a pencil.

"What do I care about to so strongly enough I would fight for it?"

Okay, something I believe in so strongly enough I would fight for is…

I rolled my eyes. Even when I try to do the right thing, I can't.

Instead, I deiced to get up to check out the mystery drawing. See, form my window I could see into this person's apartment. Not in a creepy away though. All I could see was the drawing. She, I for some reason always assumed it was a she, had been working on it for a while. And she added something new to it every day. It looked like she was sketching New York. Buildings. Street lights. An outline of a taxi.

Lately, she had been working on the sky. Shading it top to bottom, dark to light. It's really pretty. I wish I could draw something like that.

But I can't even do my homework.

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I went too far today.

You're a very good looking guy." Mr. Matthews angrily snickered at Lucas before walking back to the front of the class.

"Today we will see if someone here believes in something so strongly they would fight for it." He pointed to me, "Miss Hart."

God, did this guy ever listen?

"I didn't do my homework, sir."

"Why not?"

"Because that's what I'm fighting for."

"Oh this going to take a while." I heard Farkle groaned before deicing to take a nap.

"I pulled Farkle's eye mask, "Farkle you're going to want to be awake for this."

"Is it our honeymoon?"

I rolled my eyes, "No, you missed that already. Now it's time to turn in our essays."

"Farkle goes first. Farkle always goes first."

I stood up, "Everyone who did their homework, pass it up now."

And they did. Yea, they actually listened to me.

"Miss Hart."

I ignored him of course while I collected the class's homework. I honestly had no idea what I was going to do. I pretty much live my life just winging it.

Farkle then appeared with his unneeded over the top project…with fireworks.

Great timing, right?

I plucked two sparkles, ignoring Farkle of course.

"The burning of the homework ended the homework rebellion," I said getting on top of my desk, "because there is no more homework."

Mr. Matthews snatched the papers out of my hand, "That's enough Miss Hart."

"No homework, more freedom." I chanted rising the firework.

But did I know that there was a water sparkle above me? Nop. Did I know it would set off the fire alarm? Nop. Do I ever think things through? Nop.

"Miss Hart." Mr. Matthews yelled. God, he looked mad.

Mr. Matthews had to run around the whole school, with Farkle his back, to tell everyone that there wasn't a real fire. And I had to explain the whole thing to the principal. Yea, I got in trouble, a lot of trouble.

"You're looking at me pretty hard there Mr. Matthews," I said when he came up to us dripping wet.

"Down Farkle." he snickered releasing the Farkle.

"Riley took my hand, "I'm just there to stand by my girl."

His cold eyes shifted to her, "You missed the chance to stand by your girl. You were so busy trying to be Maya you forgot to be Riley."

He took a breath.

"Riley, go take Farkle for a walk."

Riley and Farkle left and then Mr. Matthews turned back to me and started ripping on me about how real friends don't each other in trouble. And I'm thinking, this guy really doesn't care about me. He doesn't really care about my life. He just wants me to sit down, shut up, and do his dumb homework. All Mr. Matthews cares about is homework and keeping his perfect little girl away from trouble. Maybe I should make him give a shit about me. It's like I just get all this anger inside of me.

"And all this made me yelled, "I have nobody at home that helps me with me my homework."

I was kind of surprised myself. I don't think I ever thought that before.

I walked away without even caring about his reaction.

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Riley and I rode the subway home.

"Hey so if your dad says we can't be friends anymore, it's okay."

"What are you talking about? He wouldn't do that," she said.

"He hates me."

He loves you."

"He hates me. I went too far this time."

"Maya…"

I took her shoulders to guide her to the opening subway door, "This is where you get off."

I nudged her off the train. The doors closed on her and I grabbed the pole again.

Then the doors opened again, Riley manually pulling them. She got back on the train and came straight to me.

"It's not your choice to end your friendship" she barked, "I would never do that."

"But Riley I'm bad for you," I said.

She placed her on the pole right on top of mine.

"It's my world now right?" She sweetly said, "And if it's my world my now, I want you to be the first person in it."

After she said that something happened.

"Riley looked like the same old Riley but suddenly…there was…like…a rainbow around her. And I felt like I was eating marshmallows. And I saw a bunny. I know that sounds totally crazy and I wouldn't believe myself. But I saw bunnies. All around her. Rainbows and bunnies. My head was light, my stomach got heavy. Riley then took our hands off the pole and cross them. For some reason, holding her hand was different. It was…warmer…and my body….felt weird.

"I didn't say anything of course. I couldn't explain it to myself; much less explain it to Riley. I'm starting to think there's going a lot of things I 'm not going to talk to Riley about. Luckily I was good at playing it cool.

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"Wow, I can't believe I actually wrote all this. Six pages, more than Mr. Matthews said. This isn't an essay though and it's not like I was planning on turning in anything anyway.

"This will be for me. I guess this turning into a diary thing. I'm a pre-teen girl with a diary, shit that's so Disney channel. But I'm the only one who's ever going to be seeing it. It's just a dumb diary.

Congrats, you are now a lame journal of a wantbe artist.

Yea, I'll work on the title.