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[themayastringquartet]

Text || Zigmund Freud

Maya: Hey, mom's gonna get chinese for dinner and I was wondering what you wanted...Or like, if you're actually going to be home to eat it.

Maya: Not trying to pry, just trying to assist with dinner.

[mayainreverie]

Feels Like Home ☓☓ zigmund--n

Be cool. Be cool. The words echoed through Maya’s mind as she made her way over to the table where Grace and her friends usually sat before class. She had been invited to hang out with them again, much to her surprise. Somehow she had impressed the stubborn girl and had achieved her approval; at least somewhat. It was a relief to the girl and she hadn’t hesitated to say yes to Grace’s invitation, even despite the fact that she was supposed to be hanging out with Miles. Well, that and the fact that her old best friend was always with Grace and company, considering he wasn’t her biggest fan by any means. She wasn’t going to let Zig’s bitterness ruin her time in the rubber room though, so as she approached the table she simply acted like everything was fine with them and they hadn’t just gotten into a huge fight the other day. Well, if fine meant that she completely ignored him and went to sit beside Grace instead. Giving all of them except for Zig a warm smile, she made herself comfortable and began to chat. It felt good to actually have people in that terrible room that at least semi-liked her, even if it was just because she had told them off for pranking her. She was back to wearing her normal clothing, because she no longer felt like she needed to change her appearance in order to fit in. The rest of the teenagers in the rubber room may not agree with it, but she was hoping she wouldn’t have to be in there much longer. Then, she could forget the whole ordeal with Zoe had even happened and spend more time with Tristan and Miles. Until then, she was stuck hanging out with Grace and her whole possy. Stuck may have not been the right word to use though; she had to admit she enjoyed the sarcastic humour that Grace brought with her wherever she went. Although they were ultimately two different people, it was interesting to spend time with people who were on the polar opposite side of the social spectrum than she was. She didn’t even mind the fact that she had to spend time with Zig, too. She knew that he didn’t enjoy having her around again in the least bit, but he would have to deal with it. She accepted his hostility towards her, but at the same time she kind of wanted her best friend back; even it was the new version of him. 

Zig and Maya had a past that given the opportunity to express it to their respective social groups, neither of them would probably want to admit it. She wasn’t entirely sure how it had happened; how they had gone from being so close to being practically strangers. While they had previously been so alike in many ways, it now seemed that they were anything but. Perhaps that was also why she had attempted to fit in with them and changed her look; to prove to Zig that they were still even remotely similar. She knew that the dorky, adorable guy was still in there somewhere, but she wasn’t sure if she would ever be able to see it again considering her current stance with him. After all, her attempt at burying the hatchet hadn’t exactly worked out to her liking, but instead left them at an even bigger crossroad and Zig stomping out of the classroom. Even when she had tried to apologize, she was still left with the same resentment he had possessed when he had first seen her in the rubber room. Maybe it was for the best, but at the same time there was still something gnawing on her that she couldn’t quite pinpoint, something that was keeping her from freezing him out of her life entirely.

As soon as the bell rang, the rest of the group got up to go to class, or at least go inside. The rest of the group heading up the steps, Maya was about to follow suite when she noticed Zig still sitting on the bench. She could have continued to ignore him and go to class where her boyfriend would be waiting for her. Things would have stayed the same and she would’ve thought nothing of it. However, Maya and Zig’s relationship was one that most people probably couldn’t figure out, which it why it surprised even her when she turned back around and back to the bench where she sat beside Zig. She remained silent for a moment, hoping that he would get up and go inside if only to avoid talking to her. She also didn’t want to say anything in fear that he was still angry with her for the day; which she knew was probably true. In the short amount of time they had begun to talk again, the majority of it was spent arguing or trying to insult each other. “You gonna go to class or am I going to have to push you there?” She queried in a joking manner, nudging him in the shoulder and letting out a short, somewhat awkward laugh. Pursing her lips together out of nervousness, she quietly sighed to herself and turned back to look whatever it was that was in her general direction, as long as it wasn’t Zig. Still not looking in his direction as he sat there, she couldn’t help but continue even though she was probably irritating him beyond belief by now. Anything she did or said nowadays seemed to set him off. “Come on Zig, you’re above skipping,” she spoke again, this time in a much sincerer manner. She knew that he probably wouldn’t respond well to that comment, but she wasn’t about to let him skip class for no reason.  

[breakfast-at-toris]

Uptown Girl and a Backstreet Guy || Zig & Tori

The distance between Tori's second story window and her front lawn should've made the girl uneasy about her decided escape route, but her blurry vision and her desperate need to get away overpowered her better judgment. The whoosh of air whipped her curls back as she threw herself from the window, enjoying the hint of coolness briefly before she reached the ground. Her knees buckled at the impact and her right ankle flared with pain. Huffing, she pushed herself to her feet, careful not to put too much weight on her injured foot. She quickly wiped her lingering tears away before hobbling over to the sidewalk. Tori continued on, however, eager to go anywhere far from her house for a couple of hours despite her protesting ankle; she'd much rather suffer through that physical ailment than go through the bitter, heart-wrenching emotional harassment that she was sure to endure at home. There was no way out of it, of course, when her critical mother was intoxicated and looking for a breathing punching bag to let loose on.

Swallowing down the lump in her throat, the curly-haired girl meandered throughout the city, not giving a single thought as to where she was going so long as she continued putting breadth between the Santamaria threshold and herself. It was nights like these that she despaired over the absence of her father--he was so preoccupied with taking care of other peoples' affairs that he rarely remembered his little princess has been forced to hold her own against her belligerent mother for so long. Tears welled in her mahogany hues at the thought as she sniffled miserably. "Get yourself together, Tori. You're in public," she told herself, brushing away the waterworks and lifting her chin in the air. That was when she realized she was no longer in familiar territory. Blinking in surprise, Tori stopped in her tracks and glanced around, her eyes taking in her dark and unkempt surroundings. The people milling about were no longer sporting designer purses or sporty jackets or anything expensive for that matter. It never concerned Tori what others were wearing, but her father always cautioned that if she was ever in an area where people dressed down, it was likely that it was an area where mugging was not uncommon.

Despite the fact that Tori wasn't wearing anything worth too much money, a peek behind her revealed two men walking slowly at a short distance, both staring directly at her. Shuddering, the curly-haired girl whipped forward and picked up her pace, the pain in her ankle throbbing at the sudden effort. The uneasiness fluttering at the pit of her stomach intensified when, ahead, a rambunctious group of males rounded the corner and began to saunter her way. At that moment, panic reigned; desperate to get away from either group, Tori took a turn into a random alleyway and tried to limp as quickly as she could, but when the pain in her ankle sharpened, she nearly fell over. She looked behind her once more, her shoulders sagging in relief when she watched the rowdy group of guys pass by the mouth of the alley without a glance in her direction. Just as Tori started to walk back the way she came, however, the two guys who were behind her earlier stepped into view. "There you are," one of them drawled lazily, grinning. The blood in her veins turned to ice as the two approached Tori. "We're looking to have a bit of fun, gorgeous," said the other. "Want to be a good girl and join us?" Tori wanted to either sneer at them or to call out for help, whichever came first, but fear lodged all of her words in her throat, making it difficult to even breathe. 

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[breakfast-at-toris]

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Unexpected Places || Zig & Tori

Later that afternoon, Tori was at Maya's house with a duffel bag and a stack of chick flicks.  "Mr. and Mrs. Matlin, we promise we'll keep the house in perfect condition. My parents will drop by twice a day to see that everything's going smoothly," the pageant girl lied with an effortless smile. The truth was, Maya's parents were always strict with the rules they laid for their daughters. It took a lot of convincing on Maya's part to even get the curly-haired girl to "sleep over" for the weekend while her parents and her older sister were gone; Maya swore up and down that if she even asked her parents for a party, they'd laugh and think she was joking, so lying to them was their only valid solution. Ten minutes later, when the two were positive that the Matlin family car was out of sight, they began preparing the house for the party. After the alcohol and the food were put out and the iPod dock was playing music, the girls started getting ready for the evening. Tori desperately wanted to ask Maya to confirm Zig's claims of them sleeping together, but what Zig said about Maya not telling her because she was judgmental kept her from doing so. It hurt Tori to know that she was kept out of the dark because of her initial prejudices against Zig, so she decided to make more of an effort to not be rude to him. Once people started arriving, Tori filled a plastic cup with tequila and joined a group of people playing beer pong around the dining room table, deciding to put Zig out of her thoughts until he arrived and put their bet into effect.