"Someone needs to write a 'the fire alarm went off at 3 am and now the cute guy from the flat next door is standing next to me in his underwear' AU" From iggycat on tumblr.

Disclaimer: I don't own GMW

Maya grumbled as she, along with the other tenants, stared up at the building. Smoke was pouring out of the windows, making the sunrise look like someone had dashed black paint all over it.

Off handedly, she wished she had her sketchbook with her, the sky looked beautiful even with the fire raging on.

She supposed she should be a little upset about the fact that her place was burning, but she didn't care. It hadn't been a home in ages, the only things in it she had cared about was her bed and a potted plant named Fern, and even Fern was no longer in it. Everything else had been a gift from her father, and while she would have been ecstatic years ago, it was too little too late now.

"You don't seem too worried." A voice spoke dryly from beside her.

Without looking at the person, she said, "I can just bum off my mom, she kinda owes me."

"At least you have a plan." Maya turned and noticed in horror that the guy talking to her was only clad in boxers and socks.

And that it was him.

"Thought I recognized you." He gestured to an area across the parking lot. "Your curls are pretty distinctive."

"Where are your pants?" Maya looked skyward, avoiding looking at him.

"I sleep like this. Didn't really think about putting any clothes on." He shrugged, she saw the movement out of the corner of her eye. "Maya, right?"

"We've lived next to each other for years, I'd be offended if you guessed wrong...Lucas." She said it casually, not going to mention that she'd known his name since day 1, when he'd been playing his country music too loudly and she had gone next door to tell him to shut it because she hated country music.

Maya had assumed it would be some old, balding man in a cowboy hat, but what she'd gotten was a sheepish looking, blond twenty something. A bag with his name had been sitting on the table behind him. Lucas Friar.

Oh, she didn't fall for looks, she'd never be so shallow, she still hadn't really fallen for him but she was a little infatuated. He apologized over and over, and didn't take offence at her names for him. Sundance was the first one.

One day Maya had fallen asleep while cooking, and the smoke alarm went on. She slept right through it, and would have burned down the building earlier if he hadn't kicked the door down.

(She gave him a key after that.)

Sometimes she'd come back from shopping, arms laden with bags and no free hands to open the door. Bam, door would be slightly ajar upon her arrival.

She trusted Lucas with a key to her home, but had never bothered to give him her name. She wondered how he had known.

Lucas trudged around the parking lot, not paying any attention to the gawkers. Not the people gawking at the burning building, no, the gawkers staring at him in only boxers.

Off handedly, he thought about going up to someone and asking if they had spare pants, there were many tenants who had actually carried stuff out with them. One had to have an extra pair of pants.

He glanced up at the building and sighed. His whole life had been in there. Sure, all that had been in there was a bed, some books, his stereo, and a plant he had found in front of his door one day, but it had been his only place since moving here.

He happened to look across the lot at the exact time a head of shimmering curls walked in his view. Maya Hart.

He didn't want to admit that he'd known her name for a while. She had given him a key, but never gave her name. He didn't want to ask, thinking she hadn't given it to him for a reason. But about a year in, he mustered the courage to ask her out for coffee or something. They only talked once, ("thanks for busting my door down,") but he had gotten to know her a bit.

Every Friday she ordered Chinese, the delivery man was outside at five pm.

On weekends she went shopping, arms always filled with bags, and he would unlock the door for her.

Her friend Riley would come visit often. He only knew that one because once she had gotten the wrong door and had knocked on his. Every couple days Riley would accidentally knock on his door, and Maya would drag her away, apologetic smile sent his way.

And despite their first meeting being her telling him to turn his music down, she sometimes had her music on too loud. He was annoyed at first, until a country song blasted through the walls and was quickly shut off, almost guiltily. He liked knowing he'd influenced at least one part of her life.

Anyways, that day he went to ask her for coffee, she didn't answer. It was a Monday, she was always holed up studying or something. He unlocked the door, (not feeling like a creep at all, no siree!) and promptly tripped over something.

It was a black book. He resisted the urge to pry, but curiosity got the better of him, and he ended up flipping the page.

It was Riley. A perfect drawing of her, the wide smile was even there. The next page was a ferret, looking so realistic he half expected it to jump out of the book.

And under each drawing was her signature. Maya Hart.

Back to the present, he walked towards her, still ignoring the people looking at him in his underwear.

"You don't seem too worried." He said.

She didn't look at him as she replied, "I can just bum off my mom, she kinda owes me."

Lucas thought of how he had no one in the area, his mom had moved back. No one to bum off of. "At least you have a plan." Maya turned and he resisted the urge to jump behind something as her eyes noticed his state of undress.

"Thought I recognized you." He almost smirked, her eyes had bugged out. "Your curls are pretty distinctive."

"Where are your pants?"

"I sleep like this. Didn't really think about putting any clothes on." He shrugged. "Maya, right?"

"We've lived next to each other for years, I'd be offended if you guessed wrong...Lucas." She said playfully.

"I'm a forgetful person," he lied, deciding not to mention he's known her name for a while.

"Do you have nowhere to go?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Nope." He said indifferently.

"Well..." She bit her lip. He was tempted to ask when she had time at 3 am to apply the red lipstick she was sporting. "My mom is rarely home, you can live with me."

"Really? That's-"

"But only until you find a place." She said hastily. "My mom would get the wrong idea and she really wants grandkids. I mean-" She blushed almost as red as her lips, and he laughed.

"I understand, thank you Maya."

She smiled in return, and they both privately thanked whatever dumbass had a fire going at 3 am.

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