A/N: Hey guys (or whoever is reading this.. let's be realistic)! I'm new on FF, since I've been on wattpad for like over a year. I mean shit, some of you might be here from there since I posted on my wattpad about this account.. If so welcome! My wattpad is gilbertswife if anyone wants to check out my older stuff. I wanted to change to FF from wattpad because writing is something i'm serious about, and I wanted a more formal platform for it. I'm probably gonna write mostly lucaya (because I fill the void of their absence with the writing of endless cheesy-ass fanfiction), but I'm just gonna write whatever I feel like writing. So I hope you all enjoy this first lucaya fic; don't be afraid to review! I want criticism ;)
Summary: Basically the plot of the movie Crazy, Stupid Love but with a few changes (And lucaya/GMW characters inserted, obviously). I'm also gonna add some scenes that weren't in the movie so I can make things up myself, and so there's more lucaya moments ;)
Shawn doesn't know how to react. He can't react, for if he reacts then it means it's real life, rather than a horrible nightmare. It's like he's been paralyzed ever since those four heartbreaking words uttered from his wife's glossed lips.
I want a divorce.
What has he done? He doesn't know. He wants to know, but he couldn't just ask. He hasn't been able to form any coherent words since they left the restaurant. All he can do is just stare at the dashboard of his car, Katy's eyes flickering between him and the road anxiously as her fingertips drum against the steering wheel. He can feel tears burn in his eyes, but he blinks them away. If he cries, that makes it real. He'd be escaping this comfortable cocoon of numbness that he's sunken into. However, he's soon torn from it as Katy speaks.
"Nothing?" Katy chuckles mirthlessly, tearing her eyes away from him to watch the road. "Twenty-five years of marriage, and you just have nothing to say?"
There's a cold silence, one where Shawn's vision blurs over with a sheen of tears. He hates the pain in her voice. He hates that she has to feel this way. And he especially hates that he did something that made her want to be away from him.
"We have to tell Nay." Shawn says, breaking the silence. He continues to stare straight forwards at the dashboard, afraid of looking into Katy's brown eyes. If he's on the verge of tears now, and he knows that seeing the pain in her face would do nothing but push him over the edge.
Katy lets out another humorless chuckle, taking a hand off of the wheel to push back her dyed blonde curls. "Well of course we do. Not to mention Ava, and dear god there's also Molly! She's seven.. That's just so young to deal with a divorce."
Shawn tries to tune her out, because thinking about their two young kids just intensifies the sting behind his eyes.
"And god, Shawn.. I feel like I have to tell you something." Katy continues, her voice wavering as she begins to cry. "Well now I have to, since I said that.. But god, It's only fair to just tell you, because you deserve to know.. that I slept with someone." It slips out as if it was nothing, but she soon slaps a hand over her mouth in shame. "It was Kermit Hart, from work. He's the accountant guy.. You met him at last year's Christmas party."
"Please.." Shawn lets slip from his mouth in almost a whisper, his eyes gently closing as he fights with everything he has not to cry. "Just stop talking. You're making it worse."
Katy nods with a tight frown, switching on her turn signal before she pulls into their driveway. "I feel like something changed between us. I just don't know what." She sighs and looks at Shawn and only him, no glances towards the road in front of her. "When did it happen? When did we stop being us?"
Shawn clenches his jaw, and for the first time since she uttered those four, awful words, he looks right into her chestnut eyes.
"Maybe it was when you slept with Kermit Hart."
And then he leaves. He swiftly unbuckles his seatbelt, getting out of the car and walking to the door. He soon hears Katy's car door open and close from behind him, not a word coming from her lips as her heels click against the concrete driveway.
The two of them step up in front of the door, Shawn not even acknowledging Katy as she wipes the tear stains from her cheeks.
Shawn tries the knob, but the door is locked, as their babysitter is advised to do. He knocks on the wood before letting his arm fall to his side, leaving the two of them in another awkward silence.
However it's broken as the door soon swings open to reveal a smiling seventeen-year-old girl, also known as their lighthearted babysitter, Hazel.
"Hey Mr. Hunter. Mrs. Hunter." She nods to them, stepping aside as they walk into the house. "Molly is definitely asleep, but I'm not sure about Auggie.. He's upstairs, but he sometimes likes to sneak books under his covers, so I'm not sure."
"Oh, you've done great, thank you." Katy waves off, a bit of congestion still in her voice.
"Wait.. Mrs. Hunter are you alright?" Hazel says more softly, clearly picking up on the evidence of Katy's tears. "Have you been crying?"
"Oh, I'm quite alright, sweetie-"
"She told me she wanted a divorce." Shawn says flatly, pushing up his wire frame glasses before making eye contact with an angry Katy. "The whole neighborhood is gonna know soon enough. We can tell Hazel."
"You're getting a divorce?"
Shawn's eyes dart up to the stairwell where the twelve year-old Ava stands, her brows quirked in confusion.
"Oh, hey honey." Shawn sighs. "I didn't see you standing there."
"Look baby, I'm gonna take you to bed and we'll figure this all out in the morning." Katy soon is heading up the stairs to coo Ava, Shawn's heart breaking at the sadness in her baby blue eyes. "Shawn, please drive Hazel home."
"Oh, I could walk home if-"
"Don't be ridiculous. It's dark out." Shawn shakes his head, grabbing his keys off of the coffee table. "I'll drive you."
"Okay.." Hazel plasters on a smile. "Thank you."
The two minute drive over to Hazel's house is incredibly awkward, not a sound in the air but the hum of the engine and the blast of the heater. Hazel mutters a quick 'thank you' when Shawn pulls into her driveway before she unbuckles her seatbelt and gets out of the car in a hurry.
Shawn sits in her driveway for a moment of silence, before it washes over him again.
I want a divorce.
It was Kermit Hart, from work.
"Kermit Hart.." Shawn whispers to himself, tears rapidly pooling in his eyes. He remembers Kermit from last year's party; a tall, blue eyed man with shoulder-length blonde hair and a smirk plastered across his lips. "God.." Shawn chokes out, feeling a tear roll down his cheek before he lets his head fall onto the steering wheel.
"Missy, I can't begin to understand why of all places we could hang out, you want to go to that sleazy bar on 17th." Maya says as she holds her phone up to her ear with her shoulder, sifting through her closet for an acceptable dress to wear. "We both have boyfriends, and you know it's just gonna be overflowing with guys who want to cop a feel."
"It's not like I wanna go so I can have a one night stand. Billy is hot and i'm happy with him." Missy says from the other line. "But you on the other hand? Josh is the worst. You could use some good fucking."
"Oh, give him a break." Maya rolls her eyes, holding up a red dress in front of her mirror. "He's sweet."
She can hear Missy scoff. "Yeah, sure. He's sweet. But he's also only like five inches taller than you."
"That's plenty!"
"Maya, you're five feet tall! The guy is literally five-five! His ass could probably fit in one of my pant legs!" Missy laughs, Maya putting the red dress away and putting the phone into her hand. "Not to mention that he's boring as hell, you two have nothing in common, and oh yeah. He's thirty!"
"And I'm twenty-three. It's not that weird." Maya groans, looking into her closet again.
"Bitch, that's a seven year difference. He's basically your sugar daddy."
"Oh, no he is not." Maya scoffs, using her free hand to pull a little white dress out of her closet.
"Ugh.. whatever. I'm just gonna say this to you one more time." Missy sighs, Maya deciding on the simple, skin tight white dress and tossing it onto her bed. "You're young. You're hot. Like, so hot that I'm jealous of you 24/7." Maya shakes her head with a chuckle, before Missy continues. "You need to have fun with it while it lasts! Break free from the mayor of snoozeville and go have meaningless sex with a hot guy that you meet at this bar that we're so conveniently going to in a half hour."
"Missy, I'm not doing that in a million years." Maya chuckles, holding her phone up with her shoulder again and taking the white dress off of it's hanger. "I love Josh, okay? Despite your negative and incorrect views of him, I love him. And I'm not gonna cheat on him with some hot guy at a bar."
"Whatever, you psycho." Missy sighs, and Maya can practically hear her roll her eyes. "Call me incorrect all you want, but you and I both know that I could probably grab his entire ass with one hand."
"Oh, that is such bull-"
"Okay bye! See you in a half hour!" Missy cuts her off, and Maya soon hears the beep as Missy ends the call.
Maya scoffs and shakes her head, throwing her phone onto her bed and picking up the white dress.
She knows Josh isn't necessarily Channing Tatum, but he treats her nicely. He's never betrayed her. No, Maya doesn't get butterflies around him or feel like a piece of her is missing when he's gone, but she doesn't believe in that pile of crap about passionate and burning love, someone who you'd die for and who would die for you. She's satisfied with someone who is kind and cares about her, and Josh certainly meets those standards.
Maya stops thinking and pulls her tank top off over her head, walking to her dresser to find a bra to wear. She generally doesn't wear one, since the size of her chest is so small that it's often unnecessary. But the dress that she's wearing is so thin that she fears that a bit more would be visible than she'd like. Maya soon is pulling a lacy white bralette over her head, walking over and examining herself in the mirror. She nods in approval, soon pulling her sweatpants down her legs and stepping into the white dress.
She loves how her body looks in the dress, the gentle fabric hugging her curves and accentuating her nice ass. Missy often jokes about how Maya's body took the energy to make her chest grow and make her taller; and channeled it into her ass. Maya never laughs at these remarks, but she'd be lying if she said Missy didn't have a point.
Maya walks over to her closet and takes out a pair of nude pumps, slipping them on before walking into her bathroom. She always loves the extra few inches she gets from wearing heels, but is still disappointed when Missy continues to tower over her.
Maya looks into her mirror and yawns, taking her blonde locks out from their messy bun and letting them tumble down around her shoulders. She doesn't bother running a brush through them, for they don't look horribly tangled. She soon takes out her makeup bag, accentuating her eyes with some black liner and false eyelashes. She puts on some tinted lip balm, leaving her plump lips soft and subtly pink. She decides she doesn't have enough pimples to care enough to put on foundation, so she zips up the makeup bag and leaves her bathroom. She often covers up her freckles when she goes out, but she doesn't feel like it. And besides, she's not planning on meeting anyone at the bar tonight. She's only spending time with Missy.
She's soon walking out of her small one bedroom house located in the suburbs surrounding Seattle, looking on her phone to see if her uber is close. It says it's outside, so she slips on a leather jacket and walks out her front door. She sees a sleek black car parked in front of her house, so she walks up to it and opens the back door.
"Hey, I'm going to 17th street. You can just drop me off on the corner." Maya says as she sits down on the leather seat.
'"Cool." The guy smiles at her briefly before starting the car.
They drive down the highway for a few minutes in silence, taking the detour that leads them towards the city. Maya watches other cars as they race by, loving the strange lights that they pass by. The reds and greens of stoplights, the pale white of other cars' headlights.
"So where you heading to, looking so dressed up and pretty?"
Maya looks into the mirror and sees his eyes in the reflection, a dark brown that's almost black behind his dark eyelashes. Maya can tell he's handsome, his dark skin seeming to glow beneath the orange street lamps and stoplights that light up the dark car.
"I'm going to the bar with a friend." Maya responds, and she sees his eyes glance at her in the mirror.
"Well you look nice." The guy says. "Name's Zay, if you didn't read my ID on the app."
"Cool. I'm Maya."
"Nice name." Zay nods, turning at a corner and heading into the city. "Looking to get wasted or go home with a cute guy? That's what about ninety percent of the girls I drive are headed to do on a Friday night like this one."
"I can imagine." Maya chuckles, looking out the window at the tall buildings that start to pass her by as they drive deeper into the city. "But no. My friend thinks I should, go out and sleep with some guy, that is; but it's not a good idea for me right now."
"How come?"
"I have a boyfriend, for one thing. She thinks I should cut him loose, but I don't know.." Maya sighs, not really caring that she's talking so much to a random stranger. "He's sweet. I feel like settling for him is the best thing for me."
Zay chuckles, taking a hand off the wheel and rubbing his jaw. "Imma call you M." He sighs, making eye contact with Maya in the mirror. "M, love ain't for settling with people. Love is wanting someone with all of your heart, and you never wanna let them go. I think your friend is right."
"That shit's for fairytales." Maya chuckles, looking out her window again.
"No it fuckin' aint. You know how I know that?" Zay raises his brows. "I got a girl at home. Her name's Izzy, and I don't know what the fuck I'd do without her. That's what love's supposed to be like."
Maya furrows her brows, crossing her arms. "Well who says I don't feel like that about Josh?"
"You don't." Zay states, turning another corner as they get closer to her destination. "If you did, you wouldn't call it 'settling' for him. And none of your friends would encourage you to drop him."
Maya sighs and looks out the window. "I think he's fine. If he does something stupid then I'll dump him, but what's even the point if he's been a good guy?"
"It ain't about that. It'd be better if he was a jackass but you were madly in love." Zay rolls his eyes. "You're a pretty girl. You deserve a guy who gives you butterflies and all that bullshit."
"I don't know.." Maya sighs, pushing a hand through her blonde waves. "I'm happy. That satisfies me."
"You could be happier though." Zay shrugs. "I'm sorry if this ain't my business, but I'm really happy. I want other people to know what it's like."
"I respect that." Maya nods as he pulls up to the corner, and she pulls out a twenty dollar bill. "But I'm still not sleeping with a random guy tonight."
"Eh, see how you feel after a couple martinis." Zay shrugs, and Maya laughs, handing him the twenty.
"Keep the change." She says as he takes it. "For the therapy session."
"Anytime." Zay smiles at her, his teeth perfectly straight and white.
Maya gives him a toothless smile and tucks a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear, picking up her purse and getting out of the car. She steps onto the sidewalk, pulling her short skirt down her thighs slightly before walking over to the entrance of the bar.
She can hear the bass of the bar's music echoing out onto the sidewalk, accompanied by the chatter of the people lined up beside the door. Maya narrows her eyes at the line, not having expected having to wait to get in. She scans the line and sees Missy, standing behind a only a few people from the front of the line. She's wearing a light pink dress, the skirt stopping at her mid-thigh and showing off her long, tanned legs. Her brown-to-blonde ombre hair is tied up into a tidy high ponytail, gold hoops hanging from her ears as she stands with her arms crossed. Maya walks towards her, her brown eyes flickering over to her as her glossy lips spread in a grin.
"Hey, hot stuff!" Missy says a bit louder than Maya's liking, Maya glancing around at the people beside them before standing beside Missy. "Why do you always have to look so much better than me?"
"Oh, shut up. You look like a model." Maya rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over her flat chest as she glances at Missy's sizeable rack. "I look like a hobbit."
"Yeah, a hobbit with naturally blonde hair and an ass I'd kill for." Missy scoffs, typing something into her phone before turning it off and putting it in her clutch. "How's job hunting?"
"A bit harder than I'd expect." Maya chuckles, raising her brows. "You'd think it'd be easier to get a job at a good firm with the fucking UW law degree I just spent four years getting."
Maya had decided to become a lawyer when she was in her senior year of High School. Her best friend from High School, Riley Matthews, had a mom who was a very intelligent and successful lawyer. Maya had always looked up to her, and she realized that she wanted to make a difference, like Topanga did every day. However, it'd be a bit easier to make said difference if she had a real job at a good firm, which she had yet to find.
"Dude, you're so right." Missy nods, her gold hoops swinging as she does so. "But you know, you'd kinda also think that if your boyfriend was a manager of a firm that he'd maybe hire you.. I mean I don't know. Just a thought."
"For the last time, Missy, I don't want him to show favoritism towards me." Maya rolls her eyes. "He shouldn't just hire me because I'm his girlfriend."
Missy sighs and shakes her head, before her sigh suddenly hitches in her throat as she looks at someone behind Maya. One of her brows raises as a smirk spreads on her lips, her eyes following some sort of spectacle as it moves behind Maya.
"Don't turn around, but there is a total babe walking past the line behind you." Missy whispers, her eyes never leaving said babe. Her eyes widen as she snorts, putting a hand over her mouth and looking back at Maya. "And he totally just looked at your ass like it was a snack."
"Oh, shut up." Maya laughs, hitting Missy's arm before her eyes are torn away.
Maya looks up to see a tall guy walking up to the front of the line, his hands in his pockets as girls in the line look at him flirtatiously. She hasn't seen his face, but she can see his broad shoulders, nice and well-fitted suit, and she can already tell that he has at least a foot on her. She watches as he walks right up to the bouncer, people in the line scoffing at him.
"Lucas Friar." She suddenly hears his low and handsome voice, and her breath hitches in her throat. She hasn't even seen his face and she can tell that he's oozing sex appeal. "My friend has me on the VIP list."
The bouncer flips over a piece of paper on his clip board, scanning a list before nodding and stepping aside. "Welcome, Mr. Friar."
Lucas turns towards the door, and Maya feels her heart practically beat out of her chest as he turns his head and looks straight at her before he does. She's immediately taken aback by the stunning green of his eyes beneath his thick eyelashes, his sharp jawline, his tousled dirty blonde hair. A corner of his perfect lips quirks up into a charming smirk, his green eyes drifting up and down her figure before meeting her eyes again. He looks at her with his flirtatious smirk, subtly winking at her before walking into the bar.
Maya lets out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, blinking rapidly as Missy is immediately grabbing her arm.
"Holy fucking fuck." Missy chuckles with a shake of her head. "He was gorgeous! And he looked straight at you! And he fucking winked! Tell me he winked and I'm not just hallucinating.. Maya you are insane if you aren't even remotely turned on right now."
Maya shifts, rubbing her overheated thighs together at the pressure that did indeed start to build between her legs. She wishes this random guy didn't have such an effect on her, but goddamn was he gorgeous. And what girl wouldn't get even remotely turned on if Mister sex-on-two-legs looked at them like he just had? A lesbian, that's who.
"Yeah, he winked. And yeah, he was kinda insanely hot. But he's also unrealistic." Maya shrugs, pushing back her blonde hair. "Girls like me don't get guys like that in real life. That shit's for cheesy rom-coms and my mom's romance novels."
"You're so impossible!" Missy groans, making a big gesture with her hands as Maya rolls her eyes and steps up to the bouncer as the last girl in front of them walks into the bar.
"Can I see some ID?" The bouncer asks them, Maya craning her neck to meet the eyes of the huge guy.
Missy and Maya both pull their ID's out of their purses, proud that they aren't fake like the ones they would use in their first years of college. The bouncer shines a flashlight at each of their cards before stepping aside and letting them into the bar.
Maya steps in and can immediately smell the musky bar aroma of liquor and cologne, the bass she heard on the sidewalk changing into a song with audible lyrics. The song is playing loudly, but also quiet enough that she can hear herself think, chatter from the many people in the bar also audible.
Missy takes her hand and pulls her to a table, the two of them sitting on cushioned seats across from each other.
"God, I need a drink." Missy groans, her eyes darting around for a waiter. She spots one, sitting up and snapping at him until he walks over. "You better be doing shots with me. I don't wanna get wasted by myself, it's depressing." Missy speaks faster to finish her sentence as the waiter walks over.
"What can I get you two ladies?" The waiter asks as he walks up.
"Yeah hi, can we have four shots of tequila, and two pina coladas?" Missy asks, Maya chuckling and shaking her head as the waiter nods and heads off. "You think we're just doing shots? I'm not a barbarian."
"Yeah, right. Okay." Maya scoffs with a laugh, her eyes drifting to the bar where the Lucas guy is sitting.
"God, that guy was so hot." Missy groans, tightening her ponytail. "I mean, I feel like Billy is on a similar level so I'm not gonna get all thirsty, but jesus christ you are insane if you don't at least make out with him."
"Jesus Christ, for the last time, I am not making out with anyone. I'm with-"
"Josh." Missy makes a gagging noise, rolling her eyes. "We get it. But I mean seriously, when is the last time he gave you a good fucking?" The waiter soon appears with their drinks on a tray, Missy raising her brows as she puts them on the table. "That was fast."
"Oh, we've had sex plenty of times." Maya scoffs, knowing it's a lie. They'd slept together a few times, but it was never very enjoyable. Josh is a nice guy, but sex isn't really his forte.
"Oh, bullshit." Missy rolls her eyes, picking up one of her shots and knocking it back with ease. She clears her throat briefly, before putting the glass down. "The guy couldn't give you a good orgasm to save his life."
"Who couldn't give her an orgasm?"
Maya jumps slightly as she hears a different voice from beside her, and she looks up to see Lucas standing by her chair with a disarming smirk on his face.
"J-Josh." Missy stutters, sitting up from her slouching position as she stares at him with wide eyes. "Her lame ass boyfriend."
"He's not lame." Maya gives Missy a look, Missy shrugging innocently.
"Maya here must be delusional or something, because she actually thinks he's sexy." Missy takes a sip of her pina colada. "Or at least she says she does."
"Well that's a weird coincidence, because I happen to think your friend Maya here is really sexy." Lucas nods, his eyes flickering back over to Maya with that darkened gaze of his. Maya can't help but love how her name sounds coming off of his lips, but she shakes the thought.
"Oh, you do, do you?" Maya says flatly, raising her brows at him.
"Yeah, I do." Lucas replies, running a hand through his unkempt hair. "Do you not think I am?"
"She does." Missy says, staring at him like he's a god.
"Do you?"
"No, I don't. Sorry." Maya lies, scrunching her nose. "I mean come on. How old are you?"
"Twenty-six." Lucas narrows his eyes.
"Right. Isn't that a bit old to be using cheesy pick-up lines?" Maya furrows her brows, picking up her own fruity cocktail.
"That's what you call a line?" Lucas scoffs with a boyish grin. "Maya, are you my pinkie toe? Because I'm going to bang you on all of my furniture later."
Missy lets out a snort into her drink, Lucas smiling at her before looking back at Maya. "That's a line. But you know what else? I haven't been able to take my eyes off of you since you walked in here. And there are lots of pretty girls here, your friend included." Lucas looks over to Missy. "Hi there."
"I love you." Missy responds, her head in her hand as she stares at him blankly.
"Yeah, see? Right? But despite all of these beautiful women, I haven't been able to stop looking at you." Lucas shrugs. "And that's not a line. That's a fact."
"Right. Okay." Maya says flatly, pushing down the butterflies in her stomach. She's experienced enough guys in college to know that this is all a ploy to sleep with her.
"So what do you say, Maya?" Lucas asks, and Maya scoffs.
"Yes. She says yes." Missy nods.
"No, thank you." Maya tilts her head to the side in a sarcastic apology.
"Okay, fine." Lucas shrugs, turning to Missy. "Hey, here's my number." he hands Missy a slip of paper. "If you could send me Maya's number, that'd be sweet."
"Roger that."
"What? Missy!" Maya scoffs, grabbing at the slip of paper, but Missy dodges the attempt.
"You need this, babe." Missy shakes her head, pocketing the number.
"I'm not giving up that easy, Maya." Lucas grins at Maya before walking back to the bar.
"You bitch." Maya laughs at Missy, shaking her head before tossing back one of her shots.