Hey Readers,

If you're still with me on this story then that means all hope is not yet lost for the good ship Faya/Markle. Previews for this week's episode have me thinking our ship may be sinking. But I still love the pairing of Maya and Farkle above all others and have hope for them in the long game! Thus I continue to write… Enjoy!

Farkle crossed the threshold and into the cabin. His ears were met with silence as he looked around the room but saw no sign of Maya. He furrowed his brows, worried that maybe she hadn't come back to the cabin but had instead run off into one of the trails. He pulled out his phone and dialed her number. He knew she wouldn't answer but he had to at least try. He waited and as the phone rang for the second time, her heard a ringtone sound through the cabin. He looked up at the door on the far end of the living area where the sound emanated from. It was her room. He hung up the call and the ringing on the other side of the door also stopped. She's here, he thought breathing out a sigh of relief that she was safe. Moving toward the door that he knew to be her room now, he stopped when he reached it and knocked. No answer. He knocked again.

"Riley, I don't want to talk right now," she called out from the other side of the door, her voice dejected and torn.

"Maya," he called out nervously, "It's me. Can we please talk?"

"Farkle?" she asked, the tone in her voice betrayed her. She had not been expecting him to be the one on the other side.

"Yes," he replied, his forehead resting against her door, his heart racing a mile a minute.

"Farkle," he heard her sniffle as her voice cracked, she was crying and it made him all the more desperate to talk to her. "I really don't want to talk right now," she added but her voice much closer now. She was standing behind the door. All that separated them was this 8ft tall plank of wood and Farkle was ready to break through it if he had to.

"Maya, please!" he whispered, his own voice shaking now, fear that she'd shut him out for good beginning to settle in the pit of his stomach.

There was a long pregnant pause as he waited for a response, any response. It came in the form of a deadbolt unlocking and Farkle breathed a sigh of momentary relief before realizing that was the easy part. Now he had to face her and manage not to screw everything up. The door was unlocked but it remained closed. He took it as a sign to let himself in. He pushed the door open gently. Looking around the room, he noticed the setup was similar to his own cabin, the main difference being that his didn't house the beautiful blonde that stood by the window. He shut the door behind him softly and moved over to where she was standing. She had shed all her outer layers and was now wearing a black sweater that hung loosely on her petite frame and a pair of jeans that accentuated the curves on her body. Her golden curls were pulled back into a low messy bun that softened her features and Farkle couldn't help but admire her. He desperately wanted to close the distance between them again.

"Maya?" he breathed her name out softly, but she kept her gaze focused on the world outside her window, her arms crossed over her chest. He noticed as she uncrossed them to swipe the back of her hand across her cheeks.

"Hey," he called out softly, his voice brimming with concern as he took a step closer to her. He tugged at her elbow gently to get her to face him, "What's wrong?"

"Everything!" she practically shouted looking up at him now, though instead of anger, her voice carried fear along with her tear-stained cheeks.

Farkle frowned, "Is it Josh? Do you still love him?"

"What?" she looked at him genuinely surprised by the questioned, "No! God, no! How could you even think that?"

"I don't know, Maya," he said, "but last time you were this upset it had to do with him."

"It's not like that," she explained, "It's not him."

"It's me," he said suddenly, realization dawning on him that she was upset because of him, "It's because of what I did back at the cafe—"

"It's everything you do!" she cried out, her lips trembling as she stepped away from him. He found himself at a loss for words as he turned to face out the window now. He felt his own resolve threaten to break.

"What's happening to us, Farkle?" she asked, her voice small but her expression hopeful that he had the right answer as she stepped back toward him.

He looked down at the floor deciding how to respond before lifting his eyes to meet hers, "Nothing that hasn't been happening since we were 12."


"I love you Maya. I've always loved you," he declared, finding the courage within him to just blow this ship right out of the water, "You know that and I won't apologize for it. But I love you not because you're Riley or Maya. I love you because you are Maya and that's enough for me."

"Aren't you mad that I kissed you in front of Josh to make him mad?" she asked. Farkle smiled. He knew his declaration caught her by surprise and she was now pulling at straws.

"Maya…if we weren't best friends," he said as he took a step toward her, "If you weren't this beautiful brave blonde with a heart of gold, if you weren't such a great kisser, and if I believed that that's why you kissed me" another step, "Then maybe I'd have minded a little…but a long time ago I told you I'd always be there for you and to use me as you saw fit. So no, I don't mind. I don't mind it at all. In fact…I think I might just be willing to do it again…right now," he said with determination, taking a final step as she backed into the wall and he towered above her. He brought his hands up to frame her face.

"Farkle, I'm scared," she confessed, her eyes pleading with him.

"Of me?" he asked, his voice and eyes softening at the fear etched into her face.

"No, never of you," she declared, her eyes immediately fixing on his again, afraid he'd misunderstand her, "Of us. Of what happens if this falls apart and we lose each other? You mean too much to me Farkle."

"Maya, do you love me?" he asked and hoped above all hope that her answer would be yes.

"Of course," she said with a tender sigh, their eyes locking for a moment at her honest declaration.

"Ok…now this is the hard one… do you trust me?"

There was silence. Farkle knew that if the answer to this was no, then their chances were as good as dead. Maya would never be able to be with someone she didn't trust.

"I do," she finally said, "And that's what scares me the most." His lips folded into a soft smile at her response.

"Then trust me when I tell you that you never have to be scared with me. Maya, your heart is one of the things I love most about you. I'd never do anything to break it. I know those are only words and people have done a terrible job at keeping their word when it comes to you Maya but—"

She didn't let him finish. She had pulled him down and already had her lips on his. He brought a hand to rest on her waist, his fingers brushing the small of her back as her shirt fluttered back and forth, sending chills down her spine. She didn't understand what it was but kissing Farkle had an effect on her that she never experienced with Josh. It was a feeling that burned deep down within her. It was a feeling that made her want to let go and let him take control. His nose brushed against her, still cold from the outdoors but felt wonderful against her warm skin that had been burning and yearning for his proximity. His lips were soft and molded to hers so perfectly that she never wanted them to part. But when both had been starved of oxygen for too long, they finally broke apart, eyes fluttering open to meet each other.

"Ever going to let me do that first?" he whispered, his lips brushing hers as he spoke, the sensation making Maya's toes curl.

"Well, I don't know," she purred with a mischievous glint in her eye, "But now might be a pretty good time to try, don't you think?"

He smiled broadly and she felt him tug at her waist as he pulled her back toward him. With one hand still on her waist, the other snaked up behind her neck to pull her lips to his this time. He kissed her slowly but the intensity with which he explored her lips, as though trying to commit them to memory had her tugging at his shirt to pull him even closer.

She had always supposed that being with Farkle would be sweet and gentle…which he certainly was. What she had not expected was that being with Farkle would also have the force to make her weak in the knees and wanting more. Well maybe she had a fleeting suspicion that night in his shower after she had found Josh and Missy together but her mind had been too engrossed in her relationship falling apart to give her attraction to Farkle the attention it deserved. There was undeniable desire there on both sides that she had never experienced before. Is this what it felt like to be in love with someone you fully and wholeheartedly trusted?

His hand trailed higher up her back as she parted her lips to give his tongue access. He'd tease her with his kisses as they tested each other's limits. Everytime Maya got closer to feeling his tongue dance along hers, he'd pull back, slowing her down and letting her know that he was still in control right now. When his tongue finally brushed against hers, she let out a soft involuntary moan that had Farkle smiling against her lips with satisfaction. Maya pushed him back toward the bed and he sat down on the edge when he reached it, pulling her down onto his lap. They managed to do this without ever breaking their rhythm, every step and motion in sync with one another.

Maya felt her pulse quicken when Farkle turned, pushing her back toward the pillows as he leaned over her. His kisses moved from her lips to her jawline and toward her neck as his hand moved higher up from her waist, resting just above her belly button tracing soft circles around it. She felt as though her whole body was on fire. He moved back to her lips, planting another soft kiss on them before pulling back to look at her. Maya was breathless and flushed at the effect Farkle Minkus just had on her. He grinned at the look on her face.

"Better than that time I kissed your hand on the subway?" he teased.

"Oh, I don't know, that was a pretty glorious kiss," she kidded in return, rolling her eyes playfully.

"Maya?" he said a little nervously as his gaze turned serious, his fingers twirling a strand of her golden locks in one hand as he moved his other hand away from her stomach and pulled down the fabric of her shirt to cover any exposed skin.


"I love you," he said simply.

Maya smiled at him, as her hand brushed his tousled hair away from his face, "I love you too, Farkle."

"I want this to be good and I want it to be right," he continued sincerely, "And I believe we have a whole life together ahead of us. So I don't want to rush into anything."

Maya nodded, swallowing a lump in her throat, wanting more than anything for his words to be true.


But, there it was, Maya thought as she closed her eyes and her heart sank, the word that always shattered her hopes and dreams. She furrowed her brows slightly, waiting for him to finish, unsure whether her heart would be able to take his rejection now.

"But…You are beautiful, inside and out… gorgeous actually and I have waited so long to be able to do this, Maya. To kiss you, to hold you…that I don't know if I'd have the strength to stop if we stay in this room. So I think for the sake of our future together we need to go get some fresh air before I do something stupid," he confessed with a small chuckle and a slight blush that made Maya laugh and breathe a sigh of relief. For once in her life the word but did not come as an ending but rather a promise for the future.

She leaned up and placed a kiss on his nose this time. "Okay," she agreed, rolling off the bed and tugging at his hand, pulling him up with her.

"But," she whispered mischievously in his ear, pulling him into her, "Don't think that you'll be able to escape being alone with me in a room for too long." She didn't know where it came from. She had never flirted with Josh like this or even been comfortable talking about ever getting to that next level. It all felt so easy, so natural with Farkle.

He shook his head as though trying to compose himself, "I'd be crazy to even try," he said with a smile as he leaned down and kissed her again as her hands tugged on the waistband of his jeans.

"Seriously, we need to get out of here! You are trouble!" he said in a breathless whisper after a long kiss. He grabbed her hand and tugged her out of the cabin, her laughter trailing behind him.

Later that night, as they all gathered at the Lounge, Riley and Maya sat at the bay window by the fire watching the boys as they played pool.

"So", Riley said, tuning to her best friend, "Who knew one day you'd really become the real Mrs. Farkle Minkus?"

"Slow your roll, Lady Friar. We're just getting started," Maya replied, smiling at her boyfriend across the room.

"I'm happy for you, Maya. For both of you actually."

"Thanks, Riles," she smiled and took a sip of her hot cocoa. She looked down for a minute, thinking quietly.

"Riles—do you think Farkle and I stand a chance?" she asked as doubt began to set in.

"Maya Penelope Hart—" Riley began in a tone meant to chastise her friend.

"Riley—it's Farkle. He's the sweetest guy we've ever known. But he's also a genius. He can be whatever he wants to be in this world and he has the means to do it. He can go change the world and how am I going to change the world with a paintbrush? He needs someone who is his equal, intellectually."

"Maya!" Riley cried out, interrupting her friend's panic attack, "You're right, Farkle is a genius. And you know how I know he's a genius? Because instead of choosing to be with a girl who will make him a better scientist, he chose the girl who will challenge him to make him a better man."

"And you know what else?" she added, "The same admiration you have for him is equaled in him for you. He believes you can change the world, Maya. He truly does. He loves you for exactly who you are and would never want you to be anyone else."

Riley pulled her best friend into a hug, "So…get those thoughts out of your head. One day you will be Mrs. Maya Minkus and you'll have a ton of baby minkii running around. You just wait and see!"

Maya laughed, swiping away at the tears in her eyes, "You're such a romantic, peaches."

"I am! I love romance!" she declared proudly.

"Ladies!" Farkle said, sliding in and taking a seat beside Maya, throwing his arm around her, "What are you two talking about?"

"Nothing!" Maya replied quickly.

"Not nothing," Riley chirped in a sing-song voice, "Just about how one day you and Maya will be married and she'll be Maya Minkus and you'll have 11 baby minkii running around."

Farkle smiled and turned to Maya, "She off in Rileytown?"

"Yep, all sunshine and rainbows and purple cats now."

"So… Maya Minkus, huh? Has a nice ring to it," he teased.

"Well you know what else will have a nice ring to it?"

"What's that?" he asked with a smile.

"This finger," she said holding up her left hand and wiggling her ring finger, "Because that's the only way you'll get me to be Maya Minkus."

"Well I managed to put a ring on it in the 7th grade…I'm sure I'll manage to do it again," he whispered in her ear.

Maya blushed slightly and shrugged with a chuckle, "Maybe…someday."

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Maybe," she considered.

"Someday it is," he agreed with a smile.

"Don't hold your breath on the 11 though," she countered.

"10 then?" he offered.



"2 and don't push it," she warned pointing a finger at him.

"Sounds good to me," he said giving her quick peck on the lips and leaning his forehead against hers.

"I'd have settled at one anyway," he added with a smile as he planted a kiss on her cheek and took off to continue his game with Lucas and Zay.

"So when's the wedding?" Riley asked, nudging her best friend's shoulder.

"Stop it," Maya warned with a laugh, "Hey, here's an idea…how about we talk about your other favorite subject now? You and Lucas?"

"Yay! I love that subject!" Riley beamed, her eyes brightened as she began talking about Lucas. Maya leaned back against the window, listening to her best friend, a content feeling settling inside her. For once, everything in her world felt just right.

The End.