Accidents
Yes, she is singing, loudly, to herself, in her kitchen.
Yes, she is making cupcakes ( though it's turning into more of a dance along to the song bursting from her speakers and a general mess of ingredients thinly coating the countertop and Riley ).
"Got lightning in a bottle, hands on the throttle, even in the dust we shiiiine! With fire & gold in our eeeeeeyes!"
She's sort of abandoned the cupcakes for the time being - they're not in the oven yet, just sitting atop the stove, in all their pink glory. Mid-song sequence, Riley reaches for the can of frosting and a spoon, starting in on it before she even bakes the cupcakes. Oh yeah. The cupcakes.
She rushes through setting the timer and shoving them in the oven, and she's coming up on a line that she feels really needs more life than just singing along, so Riley uses her spoon as a makeshift microphone. "I believe in me and youuuuu! Oh baby, we were born with fiiiiiire and goooooold in our eeeeeeeyes!"
In fact, Riley is feeling the song so deeply that she doesn't realize she's dropped an entire glob of frosting onto her pajama shirt until the end of the song, when she peers down and finds it, smack in the middle of the smiley face on her stomach. "Oh." She hums, too happy to care, depositing her shirt in the laundry with a twirl.
She's so out of it still that it takes her half a second to realize that leaves her in her kitchen in her underwear and a pair socks, and that she needs to replace her shirt.
Oops.
Riley reaches for a nearby shirt, shaking it out to find out whose it is.
It's Maya's. Or, rather, it's Riley's. Or is it still Maya's? Riley isn't sure. Maya had given it to her one day just as something to change into after she may or may not have spilled paint all over hers - Riley still maintains it wasn't her fault. She was just being artistic, and her dance was very artistic, thank you very much, and someone just left a puddle of water on the art room floor. So she'd tripped, and that was that.
( Okay, so it may have been Riley's fault that the paint was open, but still... )
Riley grins to herself and drapes the flannel over her shoulders, and just as she decides to get back to her frosting adventures, there's a knock at the door.
It's always the neighbors, dropping off mail that was meant to go to the Matthews. So she heaves an overdramatic sigh and hugs the flannel around her, opening the door just slightly ( she's not worried they'll see anything. Besides, hopefully, the mail is a quick endeavor ).
"Uh, Riles?"
Oh.
Oh.
So not the mail, Riley thinks, looking at Maya for a few seconds before she remembers to say, "Hey, Maya! You're... here..."
"I am. You're very observant, honey." Maya intones, and then, with not even a moment for Riley to recover, she adds, "Is that my flannel?"
"Oh. Yeah, it is." Riley hums, looking down at the shirt and poking at it. "Uh... do you wanna come in?" She asks, and Maya chuckles. "Sure." Maya replies, offhandedly, as if that isn't what she'd meant to do by coming here, but it's still alright.
Riley backs up to allow Maya into the Matthews' house, and it's only about a half a second later, when Maya's eyes widen and she murmurs "oh my god," that Riley remembers her attire ( or lack thereof ).
"Oh my god." Maya repeats, and Riley parrots similar sentiments with a, "Oh crap."
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I don't know where my mind was, peaches..." Riley trails off and Maya mumbles, "you have a really nice stomach," which:
a ) is totally not what Riley expected to hear, and
b ) causes Riley's hands to fall to her stomach in embarrassment.
"Well, you know, not really," she begins, and Maya quirks an eyebrow. "Riley Eleanor Matthews. You've got a really nice stomach." Maya repeats, and she begins walking toward Riley with the beginnings of a smile playing on her lips. Riley can't help but smile back, and when Maya finally stands face to face with Riley, she slips their hands together. Their hands now rest, still intertwined, on Riley's stomach, and both girls are smiling, just standing there, looking at each other. Maya stands carefully on her tiptoes and presses a kiss to the corner of Riley's mouth, and both of them pause like that, breathing in each other.
"You know, honey, you should keep that flannel. It suits you." Maya murmurs, and Riley beams.