wow an actual multichaptered lucaya fic I sure am workin' my way up
as always, if they fuck you up as much as they fuck my up my tumblr's open season for feels (mayahartdefensesquad)
will probably update every monday and thursday night
When you were younger, your mama told you that one day, you will meet a girl that you would go to the ends of the earth for that wasn't her. She told you that you will meet a girl that turns your world completely upside down and while you should always want to be the best version of you for yourself, that girl will bring it out before you can blink twice. Your mama gave you a small smile and said that you won't know as much as what your favorite color is until you look into her eyes and your nine year old self thought that it was the biggest load of crap you'd ever heard. You told her in return that your favorite color would always be red and 'since there ain't girls with red eyes, that's never gonna happen'.
You also remember coming home to her the night after Maya Hart held your hand for the first time when you were thirteen and seeing nothing but the deepest of blues all around you.
You've been best friends since you moved to New York from Texas when you were ten. In the fourth grade, she scuffed your new riding boots with her sneakers and told you to "giddy up your way to a shoe shinin' kit, partner," and then after you informed her that you would find your dad's polish right after school, she growled at you and threw a note that said "Get out of my school" at your head. Your mom soon began watching her while worked because "it's the polite thing to do, Lucas, and they're just right in the next building". You've been on practically the same schedule together since elementary school. You have a game that no one else plays. (Well, you tease her when she shows how caring she is or about her size and she teases you because of your slight southern accent or just to tease you because if there's one thing that Maya loves, it's trying to attack you with jokes.)
You even shared your first kiss with her during your seventh grade production of Romeo and Juliet. It was short and sloppy and awkward and it honestly sounds like a pretty normal story right up until the point where it's stated that Maya wasn't even in the production, there was no kiss scene with lips involved, and you were Tree #3. She was sitting in the front row and in the midst of Farkle's dance break, she rolled her eyes and scoffed at Zay before stomping her way on stage and pressing her lips against yours.
"Zay and I were talking about how you would never get your first kiss this lifetime after your terrible tree impersonation, and I told him that I wouldn't let that happen to you because you're my best friend- but then he said that I would never kiss you with that stupid voice that he gets. So I was like, 'Okay, tell me again that I wouldn't!' and he totally did like twice, Buckaroo, and so I just had to kiss you! I just did."
(This should've been a warning.)
You found yourself at her window that night, and she looked at you with the most beautiful eyes that you'd ever seen and the smallest smirk on her lips. She asked you if she was your first kiss, and when you told her that she was, she said that you were hers as well.
"I'm glad that it was you, Potato Johnson."
Your second shared kiss with Maya Hart was a soft kiss with a hushed goodnight whispered against your lips before she pushed you out of her window and closed it. It left you confused and unknowing to how your emotions should be after that and you were a weird cross between happy you kissed and mad that she shut the window in your face without even offering you a blanket for the walk home like you do for her.
(This should've been a huge warning that she would do nothing but puzzle you and steal your blankets for the next five years.)
After that, she only teased you more and you spent even more time together. You were even more inseparable than you were as younger kids, and there's not a single moment that you can remember here in New York that you were just Lucas and not Lucas and Maya.
Over the years, you didn't seem to do anything without one another. You join her art club at every weekly meeting, she watches you play baseball every spring, and the FACS club that bakes twice every week after school wouldn't be the same without you and Maya there to mess up the recipes. You're with each other through any fight that you have with anyone, any time that her dad promises to meet her and doesn't show, any time that your dad leaves for another week because of work, late nights that her mom doesn't seem to come home, nights she's scared of a storm, birthdays, holidays- you guys even have nights that you come over just because you miss each other. You know about the time that she ate a basket of soap at her cousin's wedding and she knows that you wanted to be a country singer until you were eight and there aren't really secrets between you. You have tons of movie nights and constant sleepovers and special jokes and, of course, you guys spend time with more friends and your families, but a 24-hour window that you and Maya don't see or talk to each other at least once will always be one for the books. The two of you are just compatible in a way beyond labels. It's so rare and it's so great because it means that you know Maya Hart, fully and without boundaries.
The thing about that is that knowing Maya Hart, fully and without boundaries, is sometimes enough to make you want to rip your hair out.
Lucas is mad.
He's not mad at you for getting pregnant at seventeen right as your senior year starts. He's not mad at the fact of you filled his favorite drawstring backpack with sticks coated in your piss before running over here. He's not even mad that you then proceeded to throw said bag of piss covered sticks into his arms.
No, he's mad because when he asks you why you slept with Nathaniel Watters at Billy's back to school extravaganza, you have no other choice but to look him in the eyes and tell him that you did it because of a bet.
(In fairness, you were already five shots in when the bet was made, and you didn't realize that both of you wagering a night in bed without a condom in sight left absolutely no winners, but still.)
"Maya, please tell me that you're joking."
You want to say that you are, but instead you just pat on the bag full of tests and give a weak smile because he knows that if there's one thing you don't do, it's back down from a challenge.
"Maya, you are not telling me that the one time that I don't go with you to a party, you managed to end up pregnant because of a bet."
Hearing Lucas actually say the word makes your stomach start to turn.
"You had sex with someone that you barely talk to without protection while drunk at a party, and you're coming to me now because you're pregnant from a bet."
So maybe you hadn't thought this entire thing through yet. It hadn't really settled in your mind that there's a life inside you right now because you made an irresponsible decision while drinking and now you literally have absolutely no clue what to do whatsoever.
"Maya? Are you listening? You can't treat this like a joke. This is serious."
You have a life inside you.
A real human life.
In your body.
Right now.
"Maya?"
It's swishing around in there with the leftover tuna melt that you had for breakfast and that can of cream soda that you stole from Riley's fridge. A little baby egg bean is right there next to last night's chicken tacos and that strawberry sundae from McDonalds.
"Are you crying?"
Are you crying? You didn't know that you started crying. Then again, it feels like you didn't know that you were carrying a human life in you until like five minutes ago so whatever. It's chill. Maybe you are crying.
"Maya, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel bad-I just... I don't know. I was being a dick, I'm sorry."
You haven't said a word to him, yet he apologizes twice more before wrapping his arms around you.
"We'll figure it out. We always do, don't we?"
The soft kiss he presses to your forehead eases your anxieties while you cry into his shoulder. He's right. Of course, he is. He's Lucas. He always knows what to do, doesn't he? He makes everything better.
"I mean, honestly, Maya Papaya, what's the worst that can happen?"
Your smile at his nickname drops as you open your mouth, "My mom kicks me out, I have to drop out of school, I'll get no help from the fuckboy, I have no means of income to support a family, my baby pops out looking like a crunchy hot cheeto, and I never lose the baby weight."
"In fairness, I know for a fact that only one of those is definite and it's because only a crunchy hot cheeto resembling baby is possible with your crying face that goes tomato red and the fact that you're the size of a cute little garden gnome." He taps the end of your nose and it's moments like these that you wonder if anything can ever truly be terrible with someone as sweet as Lucas Friar in this world.
"You are an ass, cowboy," you laugh into his shoulder with a soft bite to his shirt in teasing before he tips his imaginary hat.
"It's all a part of the rodeo show, darlin'."
On nights that Maya is especially upset, she likes to put on your clothes and curl herself into the beanbag chair in the corner of your room for hours without speaking. She just sits there with her eyes shut, not even sleeping- just breathing deeply and humming little songs. She tells you that it's because there are times that she just wants to be anyone but herself and the closest that she can get to that is wrapping herself entirely in you until everything else in the world fades away and the only thing she can sense is the smell of your body wash and your favorite cologne.
The night that she tells everyone that matters to her that she's pregnant is one of those nights.
"I told them all tonight." Her words are quiet and spoken with her back to you. "I went and I told my mom and Riley and her parents and Farkle and Zay. Everyone." It'd been a week since she told you and in that time, her period remained another week late and she filled your backpack with twelve more positive pregnancy tests. "I told my mom first. She cried a little bit and talked to me for maybe ten minutes about how she'll make a doctor's appointment as soon as she can and we'll make it through this. She told me that everyone has a little scratch in their record every once in awhile and my song will play smoother than ever soon, and then she had to leave for work. When I went to Riley's, everyone besides her mom was mad. Er..they weren't angry as much as disappointed, and I was really worried, but Topanga pulled me over and told me that she'll be there no matter what. She knows how scared I must feel and she is an experienced mother there for me at any hour. Riley's really upset. I figured I'd give her a few days. I met up with Farkle and Zay at Topanga's after that, and they were really cool about it. They asked me what I was going to do, and they bought me hot chocolate and a cupcake. They both made jokes about being cool uncles and they made me feel a lot better about everything. I figured it wouldn't be as bad if I just got it all over with on one night."
You stand up and walk to your beanbag, your arm jutting out to pull her from the ground before you wrap it around her shoulder. She gives you a sad smile, so you kiss the top of her head and start leading her out of your room and towards your kitchen to find some type of treat to ease her mind.
Your mom scares the both of you as you take turns throwing M&Ms across the kitchen a few minutes later, aiming for each other's mouths. She walks in and smiles at the sight of the two of you laughing, quickly asking how everything is.
"It's alright," Maya assures. "I told everyone else tonight, so we're kicking back." You'd told your mom the first night that she came over, and, like magic, she seemed to fix everything with cups of tea and the promise of love and support. Maya told you how lucky she was to have you guys in her life that night and kissed your cheek with lips that smelled like honey before she fell fast asleep.
"I'm proud of you, sweet pea." Your mom steals a cookie from the counters and reminds you both not to stay up too late, going back into her bedroom with two more cookies and kisses planted on your own and Maya's forehead.
After your mom walks out and you're left alone again, you take a second to fully acknowledge Maya. You can't hold back a chuckle at the girl standing at a towering five feet opposite you in your basketball shorts that are hanging almost to the middle of her shins and your hoodie with the ends of the sleeves slightly pooling at her wrists. She has a face free of any makeup and her favorite of your beanies is covering her messy hair. You think that this is possibly the cutest that you've ever seen her other than that Halloween that Riley convinced her to be the other half of a rainbow and she took every photo that night with a pout on her lips. (She'd even convinced you to be a pot of gold, and Farkle was a leprechaun.)
She bears her teeth in a giant smile as an M&M hits you right between your eyes, obnoxiously laughing. "Bullseye!"
You grin along with her because your beautiful blonde is jumping and cheering and clapping her hands like a child in clothes that are baggy from top to bottom on her, and you have no choice but to decide right then and there that nothing, not even Maya Hart putting the rain in rainbow, will ever be cuter than this.
