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In Good Hands(Rilaya Friendship)

Riley walked into the teacher's lounge surprised to see the blonde art teacher with her head on the table looking like death with a tissue in one hand."Maya! What in the world are you doing here? Didn't I tell you, you need to stay home?"

"Quiet," Maya ordered, not looking up.

"You're sick-"

"I'm not-" Maya began before coughing.

"Yes, you are. You started to come down with something on Saturday. You need to go home."

"No," Maya whined, standing up and tossing her tissue in the trash before washing her hands and going over to the coffeemaker to make a cup of coffee. "I'm not sick," she tried to reassure her even though her nose was raw from blowing it, her voice was hoarse, and she was more pale than usual.

"I'm sorry Peaches, but you are sick."

"I'm not," Maya fired back. "I can't be."

Riley frowned, staring at her best friend.

"If it isn't my two favorite Matthews," the physical fitness teacher greeted, happily as he walked into the teacher's lounge. "Wow, Maya, you look like shit."

"Thanks," Maya grumbled, glaring as she sat back down.

"Zay, tell her she needs to go home."

"I'm not-" Maya started, but then started coughing up a storm.

"Maya, I think you coughed up your lung," Zay nodded his head to the floor as he poured himself a cup of coffee.Riley crossed her arms across her chest, 

"Maya, you are going to get the whole school sick."

"I'm not going to get the whole school sick it's those brats who got me sic-I'm not sick."

"Brats? Really? Aren't you and Josh trying to have a baby?" Zay raised an eyebrow. "Doesn't sound very motherly of you calling other kids brats who happened to be your students."

Maya glared at Zay again, "My kids won't be brats."

"No, they will be little Mayas which is even worst." Zay knew if looks could kill he would be a dead man by the look Maya was giving him.

Riley chuckled, shaking her head. "Maya, sorry Peaches, but you are sick," she stated getting them back on track that Maya was sick and should be at home in bed.

"But, I can't be," she began to whine. "My husband is coming home today after being gone for a whole really long week and all I want is to-"

"Do not finish that sentence," Riley muttered, cutting her off. "Remember your husband is my uncle."

"Remember when I'm talking about my sex life he is just my husband."

"I don't think your husband is going to touch you when you look like that. I know I wouldn't. I wouldn't even touch you with a stick."

Maya looked over at Zay appalled. "And you wonder why you aren't married."

"Riley's not married," Zay pointed out.

"Yet," Maya countered. "Riley isn't married yet but she has a ring on her finger."

"Maya," Riley sighed. "You really should go home," she pleaded.

"Riles, as your aunt, I'm telling you I'm fine."

Riley rolled her eyes. "Well as your niece I think I need to call my uncle to let him know his wife is ill and refuses to take care of herself."

Maya glared at Riley, "You wouldn't."

"She would," Zay cut in, nodding.

"I'm fine," Maya told both of them, dumping her coffee and throwing the cup in the trash. "I'm going to my classroom to get prepared for my first class."

Riley watched her best friend leave, shaking her head.

XOXOXOX

"Today we are going to learn about..." Riley began to her fourth grade class but out the glass window of her door her best friend caught her attention as she rushed out of her class room. "Actually take out your notebooks and work on your essays I assigned yesterday. I'll be right back," she told her class before rushing out of her room and into the sixth grade English class asking her co-worker to send two students down to keep an eye out on her class as well as Maya's. Riley couldn't be more thankful at the moment her father was principal and she talked him in to making Maya and her rooms across from each other even though she taught English and Maya taught art.

"Peaches?" Riley said, when she entered the bathroom.

"Stall two."Riley waited for her best friend to open the stall's door before speaking, "You're going home and don't even think about arguing with me on this or I will call Josh. I'm getting my dad to get us substitute teachers so I can get you home-"

Maya walked out of the stall looking like a train-wreck. "Okay, I'll go home," she agreed at one look at her reflection in the mirror.

"-And I don't want to-wait you will go home?"

Maya nodded, as she rinsed her mouth out with sink water and splashed some on her face.

"Good," Riley smiled, satisfied.

XOXOXOX

"Okay, Maya, go to your room and get straight in bed-"

"Riles, I'm fine. I really don't need you to stay here. You can go home-"

"No, I can't. I'm not leaving until Uncle Josh gets here. So off to bed," Riley ordered, following behind the stubborn blonde. She made sure Maya was in her bed before going to the medicine cabinet and saying a little prayer there was NyQuil. She knew she needed something to make Maya go to sleep or Maya would avoid sleep and pretend she was feeling better to only get sicker. "Thank you Jesus," she murmured at the sight of the bottle. She grabbed the bottle before heading into the kitchen to pour Maya some juice and putting some crackers and a couple slices of turkey meat on a plate.She walked into Maya's bedroom, to see the blonde still awake and on her phone, but surprisingly under the covers. 

"I brought you gifts," Riley sang in a low voice.

Maya forced a smiled, "My favorite kind," she grumbled.

Riley made sure she took the medicine and ate a few bites and drank some of her juice before leaving the blonde to go to sleep. She walked into the kitchen, making herself a sandwich before sitting down on the couch to grade papers. She put some daytime court t.v. show on and chuckled to herself at how ridiculous it was and wondered how people watched it, but found herself glancing up at the television quite a bit. Between grading papers and watching the television she made sure to check on Maya. She was thankful when she went to check on her to finally see Maya had fell asleep. She smiled at the sight of Maya's phone still in her hand. She carefully took the phone out of Maya's hand and placed it on her nightstand before walking out of the room and quietly shutting the door.

"Gorgeous!"

Riley smiled at sound of her uncle entering his home, and was thankful he was home as she walked into the living room and found a confused Josh at the sight of her as he hung up in coat in the closet.

"You're not Gorgeous-I mean you are gorgeous but you're not my Gorgeous."

Riley chuckled. "No I'm not or that would be really weird and we would need a lot counseling," she laughed and Josh instantly agreed. "Maya is in your bedroom knocked out because she is sick."

Josh sighed, "You could have called me," he told her, knowing Riley hasn't had it easy dealing with his sick wife. She was the worst when it came to be being sick because she refused to even acknowledge she was sick.

"Like she would let me, but don't worry I had it under control as much as she would let me."

Josh nodded. "Thanks for taking care of her Riley. It makes it easier when work calls me out of town and I know there is someone who will look after her while I'm away."

Riley smiled. "Always. She is my best friend. Uncle Josh, you already know I trust you take care of her."

Josh returned her smile. "Always."

Both Josh and Riley turned their attention on the blonde as she made her entrance with her hair up in a messy bun and robe on.

"How long was I-Boing, you're home."

"Aw, Gorgeous, you don't look like you feel well," he sympathized, walking over to his wife and wrapping his arms around her waist as her arms went around his neck.

"And Zay said you wouldn't touch me with a stick."

Josh frowned, turning to look at Riley confused.

"And that's my cue to leave," she told them, gathering up her things. "Feel better Peaches. Bye Uncle Josh."

She heard the couple send her their farewells as Josh carried his wife back into their bedroom. She walked out of the apartment knowing she didn't have to worry about her best friend. She was in good hands.

Please leave me a review with your thoughts! And if you haven't already please go and check out my short story called "Happier". I'll be posting the final chapter of it sometime next week and also posting a full length Joshaya story called "Run and Hide".