Story Number: #3
Length:
Name: The Wrong Wedding
Pairings & Characters: (Lucaya), Maya, Lucas, Riley, Josh
Description: Maya Hart may have been tough, but even she knew exactly what she wanted for her wedding day. There were 3 things that were a must have. But too bad life had other plans for
Ms. Hart.
A/N hey guys so this is probably my favourite idea so far because it's a bit more light hearted than the other ones which have been kinda angsty and dramatic. This is basically Maya's idea of a perfect wedding as she lists it off, but eventually they all start to head in the opposite direction. There is implied one sided Joshaya at the start. It's set in the style where they show what she wants, then how it went wrong and finally how she substituted for it.
PS URGENT NOTE: This symbol – (*^*) – means that this was how she compromised for her wedding instead of getting what she originally wished for
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Marry Joshua
"Maya, don't go out there." Riley warned, attempting to push her 14 year old friend back behind the corner, as they exit the college party. It was bad enough that they snuck into a college party, Riley was not going to see her best friend heartbroken at the end of the night.
"Riley, it's time to go." Maya sighed as she attempted to push past her friend. She wore a pair of black jeans and a golden shirt, her blonde hair straightened, so that it reached almost to the length of her hips. While Riley wore a white, shoulder-less top, with a golden necklace and a skirt with a flower print. Two very different girls, who still managed to find friendship all those years ago.
Maya manages to force past Riley's protective stance against the brick wall of the campus house- she was always the stronger of the two, both physically and mentally- as her weaker counterpart stumbled back. This left her a big enough space to squeeze around the corner. That was before she regretted her last move.
Two mouths, moving in sync. A pair of legs wrapped around a waist. A body on top of another. One girl on top of a boy, and it shouldn't bother me. Except that the boy went by Joshua Matthews.
She knew it was near impossible if they were to have a relationship that it would work. She knew that there was always an age gap. She knew that no matter how much affection she gave him, there was only a slimmer of hope that he could even return her infatuation of him.
The tears welled in her eyes, but as much as they wanted to flow down her face, this was not the right person for crying. No, Maya Hart did not cry. Ever.
But, in that moment, one of Maya's wedding dreams, the wedding that she had planned out to perfection, was crumbling and falling into the abyss, in tiny, , dissolving stones.
( * ^ * )
"You ready?" Lucas said, stroking the side of the blonde beauty's hair, as they stood at the entrance to the hall. "As soon as we go in there, our high school life is over. No turning back."
Maya took a deep breath, the golden string from her squared cap falling into her face, "Yeah." She attempts a light hearted laugh, "The longer I'm out here, the harder its gonna be, right?" Lucas nods, grinning. But his bright smile soon fades.
"I'm going to miss you in Texas."
"I know." She puts her head down. She should say a proper reply. But she knows that if she does, she'll break down.
"Maya," he lightly places two fingers under chin and lifts her face towards his, "It's okay. You don't need to say that you'll miss me. I can see it in your eyes."
He gently touches his lips to hers, before taking her hand and leading her into their graduation ceremony. She should have been thinking happily. No more basic mathematics. No more history. No more random guys hitting on her in the hallways, before Lucas death stared them into oblivion.
But all she could think about, was how sad she would be when Lucas left for six months. 4 years of dating would never compromise for that.
…
After Farkle received his first in Maths, Science, History and English, Maya received first in music and second in music and Riley was awarded second in History, English and Geography, it was Lucas's turn to present his valedictorian speech.
It was funny. Besides being school president, Lucas was never considered as a leader. So when he was chosen as valedictorian, he had to repeatedly ask a certain Hart whether or not had any part in his winning, whether it was legal or not. And after his persistent pestering, she assured him that she had done nothing to assist in his victory, besides voting once, and once only.
But, after some thinking, Lucas had an idea as to why he was chosen. If there were two things he could do, they would be that he could write one hell of a speech, and when he did, he could persuade an audience to do anything.
Farkle on occasions had attempted to hire him as his henchman, to make speeches for the public, when the mini Minkus finally ruled the world. Lucas had kindly declined.
He approached the podium, the nervousness and excitement practically radiating onto the stage. He got out his piece of paper, before promptly putting it back into his pocket, not needing any writing.
"Well…here we are. You guys all looked so different when I came here from Texas in the seventh grade. I don't think they could have transferred me to a better school, honestly. In 3 days, I'll be returning to Texas. I should be thankful. I'll get to see all my old friends again. Thing is, though…I don think I'm ready to leave of this behind. All of you behind. We've been through thick and thin, essays and exams, friends and enemies. And here we are, after all the years together. We all know each others names, but we would often pass each other in the hallways, not even acknowledging the others existence. Now, when we leave those hallways and enter the real world, its time that that changed.
"If we see each other in street, it doesn't have to be much. A simple smile will do. Just don't forget. Never, ever forget. Because forgetting means losing the memory. And I sure as hell don't want to forget any of you." He smiles, finding some certain eyes in the audience, further to the back of the room. "But there is one person in particular that I could never forget. Not even if I never saw her again. But I don't want to take that chance."
He removes the microphone from the podium, as Maya's and the rest of assembly's curiousity grows. "Maya Hart," at the sound of her name, a small smile enters Maya's face, and she stares into Lucas's eyes, no matter how far away they are from her, "In the 8 years that I've known you, you've been one of the best friends I could have asked for. In the 6 years that I fell for you in, I've never seen a more beautiful girl. And in the four years that we've been together, I've never been more in love with anyone."
Tears were welling in her eyes as she began to raise from her seat, and he continued. "We're still young, I know that. I know that I should wait a few more years, but I've been having nightmares for weeks. They're all telling me that if I wait any longer, I might lose you."
He glided his hand into the pocket with his paper in it, pulling out a velvet box and bending down on one knee. "Maya Penelope Hart, my Clutterbucket, my short stack of pancakes…" he began to get teary-eyed himself, "Will you marry Huckleberry?"
Before any noise could be made, Maya was already at the bottom of the stage, yanking him down into a kiss. Yes, that was a definite yes.
Look Amazing In a Fitted Wedding Dress
"It's gorgeous, Maya." Riley exclaimed, "It's just gorgeous."
Maya spun in the mirror, catching the reflection of herself. She wore a white lace, mermaid styled, strapless dress that came in at the middle and flicked out to the sides at the bottom. Riley was right. It did look gorgeous.
"Thanks Riley. Thanks so much for helping me pick out a dress."
"Hey, it's my duty as the bridesmaid and best friend." She smiled. "Besides, its been a week since you got back from Texas and I haven't see you for six months!"
Maya was about to reply. But, suddenly, a rush of heat began to make its way up her throat, causing her to gag. She, motioning to Riley, rushed to the bathroom, where she emptied the contents of her stomach into the ladies lavatories, while Riley held her hair back.
…
This may have been the only test in her life that Maya Hart had passed.
Though, she was still working out if that was a good thing.
She sat on the couch, legs crossed, and wearing one of Lucas's old plaid shirts from eighth grade. She heard the door open, as heavy footsteps entered the main living area. "Maya?" Lucas called. "Riley called, she told me that you were sick. I came back to take care of-"
He was cut off as he saw Maya's eyes tinted, like a river, with a clear, crystal-like liquid that threatened to burst like a dam. He, being the caring fiancée that he was, dropped his things, and sat next to her, holding her in his arms. "Hey…pancake, what's wrong?"
She said nothing, only let the tears flow as she pulled a box out of her pocket and snuggled into his shoulder. Lucas, curiousity building, opened the small package. His eyes widened at the item inside the box, as he placed a hand around Maya. She pulled away, surprised, when he snuggled more into her.
"Why don't you hate me?" She cried softly, "You should hate me. Why don't you?"
He gently grabbed her cheek and hand, as he reflected Maya's crying.
"Because…I'm gonna be a dad. And you're gonna be a mom. And we're gonna do it together."
"But… I'm not gonna be able to wear that dress…" She said, sadly. Lucas chuckled softly at how childish she was acting. Before she knew it, she was laughing too.
( * ^ * )
It had been 6 months since Maya became pregnant. The pair had decided to hold off the wedding, but the excitement had been mounting in the household. And since Maya's music career was really kicking off, they had decided to have the wedding sooner rather than later.
It was now October, and the wedding was now scheduled for November the fifth.
Now, being in the later stages of pregnancy, Maya had certainly earned the definition of a baby bump. Her stomach was extremely large compared to the otherwise small frame of the girl, which Lucas had been playfully teasing her about. Though, Maya didn't seem to mind.
But the issue of dress fitting was soon forgotten. Because Lucas came up with perfect dress for his fiancée. It was a knee length, white dress with thin fabric, that could easily be stretched. It may not have been the perfect wedding dress, but all that she could think, was that after all of the hardships, even when she fell pregnant…she and Lucas were still going to married by the end of the year.
Be Married At A Big Church
"What do you mean banned?" Lucas questioned. Maya hung her head in shame, as Lucas stood next to her at the couch at Topanga's. This wasn't necessarily her proudest moment, even if it had been funny at the time.
"I mean, they won't let me go into the stupid church, because I-" She stops mid sentence, as her raised voice begins to attract attention from the rest of the café. Lucas sits next to her, grabbing her hand and lightly squeezing it.
"Maya, I know you don't want to talk about it. I just need to know what happened in case you were unfairly ruled." She groans and, after a few moments of silence, she nods.
a/u QUICK MESSAGE I myself do go to church and there is no religious profiling intended. This is simply what my church is like.
FLASHBACK
"And now I invite you all to bow your heads in prayer." The priest said, as the whole church began to rise up for some type of religious activity. Apparently as Riley had told Maya from her rare visits to church, communion was where you would go to the front of the church, take some bread and some grape juice, and eat it, saying that it was a gift from God. Or, whatever.
Maya hadn't exactly been thrilled to find that her Aunt had invited her to her church to get to know the religious practices, prior to the wedding. Frankly, the whole thing nearly put Maya to sleep.
As a matter of fact, it did.
As people put their hands together, and a melodic silence enveloped the church, it was quickly broken by some distinct snoring. Like a cat purring. Being that it was disrupting the service, the priest decided it was best to wake the sleeping Maya.
Unfortunately, anyone who knew Maya would've known that you never wake up Maya, especially when she was this tired.
As a result, chaos ensued. Words thrown about by Maya that really shouldn't have been said inside a church, while the priest attempted to stay calm during the situation. That was, until she accidently broke a statue of the Virgin Mary while in her frantic struggle. With that, the priest angrily threw her out of the church with a broken statue and her broken dignity.
"Hey." Lucas interrupted. "It's not that bad." He brought her into his arms, lovingness seeping through his pupils as they gazed into hers. "We'll make this work. Maya, I love you, and I know a lot of things have changed from the perfect wedding you wanted." He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, probably intending on pin pointing her childhood obsession with Josh. "But the ceremony isn't what matters. It's the person that you're with that matters. I don't know about you, but I've got the one I want right here."
She smiled. He mirrored her face, and gently stroked her small jawline. They both leaned in before locking into a sweet and warm kiss.
( * ^ * )
In her childhood dreams, Maya already had her perfect life planned out, starting with her perfect wedding. She would marry Josh after a few years going steady. Her wedding dress would be glamorous and expensive, but still accent her personality. Her hair would be in an elegant bun, and they would be married in a gorgeous church. They would slow dance, have a famous band perform and her father might have even come.
But, most of those dreams had been crushed by now. Not that Maya was complaining.
Because now, as she walked slowly down the small hill to the hand built alter, her arm being supported by Cory, as her small, thin white dress blew in the gentle breeze, along with long, flowing hair, now braided with beautiful flowers that Riley had managed to pick out from the valley, Lucas stared at her with the most smitten grin she had ever seen, and they prepared for the ceremony ahead, where they would exchange vows, before having a roam through the valley (complete with a little square dancing, just for big old Ranger Rick), Maya couldn't have imagined a better wedding day. Nor a better future husband.