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I Write Sins Not Tragedies by AlphaWriter1

"We need to talk Huckleberry."

It was around two in the morning, way passed anytime Lucas should have been sleeping, instead he was lying on his bed staring at the ceiling when Maya barged into his room. He quickly scrambled up off his bed to stare at her standing in the middle of his room, the street lights from outside shining on her pale skin.

She was wearing a leather jacket over her pyjamas which were a long grey T-Shirt that said 'MAYAVILLE' in giant letters across her chest and plaid shorts. Her hair was all over the place hanging down in wild blonde locks, but she seemed calm as ever.

Lucas rubbed his eyes to make sure he hadn't finally drifted off into a dream:

"How the heck did you get in here?" Lucas screamed only then realising he was in his boxers. He looked to his side and put his football shorts on that had been carelessly tossed on the ground a few hours prior.

"You're not the only one with a window Ranger Rick." Maya rolled her eyes throwing her leather jacket on his bed and sitting on the floor.

"Maya it's two in the morning!" Maya leaned back against his bed and rolled her eyes again.

"Listen Sundance, I really need to talk to you." She looked up at him for the first time and blushed. Then quickly put her hands over her eyes and said: "But please put on a shirt." In the most disgusted voice she could muster. Lucas laughed. He knew it was late and his girlfriend's crazy best friend had just broken into his house, but that girl happened to be Maya, his best friend, so he knew better than keep yelling at her. He slipped on a T-shirt and sat in front of her throwing his arms up:

"Shoot."

Maya took her hands away from her face and sighed:

"Just stay with Riley." She managed to say softly.

Lucas was confused, Maya for the first time in his entire life looked serious about something she was saying to him, and that something happened to be about the unfortunate event that had happened by that campfire back in Texas. She looked down realising what she had just said.

"Maya… what are you talki-

"Please Lucas."

He stopped talking and stared. Lucas.

Something was wrong and he felt so out of the loop. He looked at Maya, she was sad, really sad, she seemed to be betraying someone as she spoke, he just didn't know who.

She shook her head as if trying to knock some sense into herself and her tone immediately changed:

"Listen Huckleberry, Riley is expecting you to break up with her now. Not to be with me… no, just because that's the right thing to do, in fact everyone sees it coming, even I think that's gonna happen. But you really need to stop thinking about what's right for one second, and think about Riley. I'm not gonna let anyone hurt her so you better stay Huckleberry or this won't be the last night visit you'll get from me." She stood up and looked out the window, biting on her lip.

She was betraying Riley.

Because no matter how much she had told herself as she navigated the web for the easiest root to Lucas' and snuck out of her house at just the right time and stared up at Lucas is building for those long minutes, that she was doing this to help Riley and Lucas be together and make sure Riley was happy, it wasn't that. She was there that night because she wanted to make herself feel better for falling in love with Lucas. Nothing made her feel guiltier than the pain going through Riley's face as she announced it to everyone in front of that stupid fire just two days prior. And now she was standing in his room, and she had to use every ounce of her power to try to convince him to stay with Riley because seeing Riley happy, would be the only thing that would make her feel less horrible every time Lucas tipped his imaginary hat over at her and she swooned at the amusement in his eyes.

Lucas on the other hand was trying to get a hold of everything that was happening. He tried to gather his thoughts and think clearly, but he couldn't.

He couldn't because she was standing right there. She was standing at his window staring out at what he saw everyday as if it was a whole new world to her. It was her own sneak peak of his world.

He watched her not realising he was supposed to compose an answer for her.

He thought about that first day he walked into his new school a mere two years ago, how he had been dropped into a place where everything was already written out, he just had to read the script. He was to be with Riley. Be friends with Maya, just friends. Stick by Farkle and away from any trouble. He was to be… perfect.

But he had his own story going on in his head, one where a certain blonde beauty through her head back laughing at something he said instead of giving him a glare, one where she could tease him and he could tease back but in the end she was all he had, and he was all she had. Sure he protected her in every situation possible and cared for her when something was wrong, and he was the first to be texted when she needed someone… but she wasn't in Riley's role, so he had to sit back and do what he was told or everything would fall apart in front of him.

Sort of like it did two days ago. When Maya's feelings were revealed. When she was smashed back into his head one last time before something ended up happening.

He had to be with Riley, he knew that, but did that still count when Riley was the one who told him about Maya? If she had the strength to admit that to him did she still have the strength to begin to realise this whole time he was in love with someone else?

Clearly not, or this wouldn't be such a disaster, or he wouldn't be so undecided, or Maya Hart wouldn't be standing in his room begging him to do something about it.

But then again did Maya know how he felt?

"What if I was going to break up with her for another reason?" He said looking down and sitting on his bed.

Maya was thrown out of her thoughts and she turned around in complete shock staring at him, at the boy who went over to her house every day to make sure she did her homework, the one that forced her to paint anything she wanted to because it made her happy. The one who told her that she should never stop herself from being happy… Because he was the only one that noticed that she did.

That boy was right there in front of her, her best friend, and the one who she had been in love with this whole time. She took a step towards him and realised her words sounded almost hopeful instead of menacing when she said:

"No, there's no other reason. Stop messing with me Cowboy."

Lucas laid back on his bed and stared at the ceiling. He didn't want to say anything; he didn't need to say anything because she could figure it out on her own.

Maya walked over grabbed him from the collar of his shirt and pulled him onto his feet:

"You can't hurt Riley. So tell me, what are you gonna do Huckleberry?" The overwhelming feeling of sorrow clouded over Lucas as it dawned on him how things were gonna play out:

"Whatever you want me to do."

Maya sucked in a short breath at his kindness. And held back tears of frustration as she said:

"Just stay with Riley." She quickly let go and climbed out back over his window popping her head back in last minute her old smirky smile back on her face in a second:

"See you tomorrow Ranger Rick." Before saluting him and disappearing into the night.

Lucas banged the wall with his fist, threw his shirt and shorts off again and tucked himself into his bed throwing the covers over his head hoping it was all just a dream.

The next morning Lucas woke up tired as ever, he remembered staying up late and his crazy dream when he finally fell asleep and smiled knowing it had thankfully never happened.

He threw his sheets off of him and something black and heavy went flying across his room landing by his door.

He stared at the small leather jacket as if it was some sort of monster. That one jacket lying on his floor was the one thing telling him exactly how the rest of his day was planned out.

And it wasn't going to be fun.

But Lucas figured, it was the weekend, he did have some control over his life. He quickly got dressed, grabbed the jacket and headed out to the kitchen.

He stopped mid tracks to stare at what was in front of him.

The one and only Maya Hart was sitting on a stool by his island breakfast table talking to his mum. She thanked her gratefully for the stack of pancakes she had just placed in front of her. Neither of them noticing Lucas:

"Um… Mum?" He asked slowly. His mum had always been one to try to involve herself into Lucas' social life, but didn't she think this was a bit extreme?

"Oh hiya there Lucas! I invited Maya over this morning, how come she doesn't come over more often? I mean you're always at her place." Lucas shook his head:

"Momma sometimes I don't understand you." Maya perked up in her seat seizing on opportunity to make fun of him:

"Now don't you dare talk to your Momma like that Ranger Rick! She was only doing a good ol' kind deed she was!" In the most over exaggerated Texas accent. Lucas looked at his mum with pleading eyes, but all he got in response was a hysterical laugh at Maya's jokes. He then turned to face Maya and didn't miss the one second he saw on her face when her eyes softened before smiling again and getting up:

"Besides Huckleberry! I forgot my jacket." She walked over and took it from his hand with teasing curtsy. Another big laugh from Lucas's mum:

"You kids go do whatever, be back in time for dinner though Huckleberry." She chuckled at her own daring nickname-calling and winked at Maya:

"She's welcome to come along too." Maya smirked at Lucas then back at his mum:

"Thanks Momma Friar."

Lucas rolled his eyes and pushed Maya along with him as they exited his apartment.

They started walking down the street with no specific destination, in complete silence. Lucas was surprised though, when he realised it wasn't awkward. Nothing was ever awkward with Maya.

Not until…

"Oh hey guys!"

Riley Mathews stood a few steps ahead of them a small tone of confusion ringing in her voice:

"What are you guys doing here…?" Together? Riley finished for herself.

"Oh! I was just headed over to Topanga's to meet my mum when Huckleberry over here ran into me heading that way too!" She blurted out.

"Yeah I was supposed to meet Farkle… But he just texted saying he was running late." Lucas corrected himself when he realised the consequences it would cause if Farkle wasn't at Topanga's. Maya almost smiled at how bad he was at lying:

"Ya."

She then cringed at herself for how easy it was to lie to her best friend. She fiddled with the promise ring around her finger behind her back, the one they I had vowed on never to lie to each other. She thought of all of this as she stared on at Riley. She then turned to Lucas and flipped her hands, fiddling with the rope bracelets he had made her in Texas. Only then noticing he hadn't made one for Riley.

She snapped out of her trance and slid her arm through Riley's, skipping ahead towards her mother's coffee shop.

Lucas walked behind them watching there blonde and brown locks bounce in the sun. He sighed, having no idea what to do next.