3. Title: Weakness
Summary: "…I will always have a weak spot for you."
Rating: T
Pairs: Maya/Lucas ; Riley/Lucas ; Riley/Farkle
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Guest: I have some other ideas in gear first, and I wanna try to get to some of them before I continue the first chapter
Tinx2: Thank you so much! 3
Guest: thank youu :D
Note: There are some curses in this (starting from the first sentence xD).
Other note: It's been such a long time since I wrote something, and that was probably because I was being lazy and also the tests and stuff xD. Forgive me pls.
Other Other Note: I own nothing except for the plot-ish.
Maya knew she had fucked up big time. When she screamed at Lucas, telling him to take his shit and get out of her life, she knew she didn't mean it. And she thought he knew that too. Which was why when Lucas actually got up, his fists clenched tightly, face bright red, she couldn't believe it.
Fine, if that's what you want, I'll leave. Forever. He left her. He left her. Because she told him too. And now, she was sure she could never get him back. How stupid she was, to let go of her own anchor. She was drowning in the own mess she created, the foamy waters smashing against her chest, forcing her to let go of what dignity she had left. She held it all back. Because she had to. Hope was for suckers, right? She didn't want to be a sucker. She wanted to be a Hart. She wanted to be the forceful Maya Hart, the new identity she had created for herself. She shed herself of her past, of her father, of Josh. She was no longer Maya Hart, the disappointment. She was Maya Hart, the warrior. She could fight anything that crossed her path.
…except him.
He was her weakness. Her Achilles' heel. She couldn't live without him. But now she had to. How stupid was she, to have said such maddening words? Now that he was gone, she felt empty. The pain wasn't even there anymore. Her body felt numb, as if in a shocked state, which frankly, was how she felt.
She wanted him back. She wanted him back so badly. It wasn't even the fact that she wanted him. She needed him. She craved him. He was her literal other half. Ever since the day they met, they'd been best friends. They teased each other, they joked with each other, they had deep, invoking conversations with each other.
And then, one day, they were voted "Best Couple", and that was when they began to rethink their relationship. Were they friends? Were they something more? Of course, Maya had fallen in love with him at the very first day, but did he feel the same way? She only knew when, back in Texas, in the depths of the woods, Lucas grabbed her by the face, and pulled her in for an almost kiss. Their lips barely brushed, but they both felt it. The electricity that rumbled when they were in contact with each other. When the long awaited kiss came, the world seemed to have exploded in a cloud of happiness… and hope.
She promised herself that after Josh, she would never do it again. She would never leave herself so vulnerable in front of a man. And there she went, stripping herself of her walls, revealing to him the little girl inside the warrior. How stupid she was to have done that. Because now, he was gone.
One more person out there who knew her. Who knew her, and had the potential to destroy her. One more person who could reveal who she really was to the world. She knew she shouldn't have risked it. Especially with him. He had warned her about his Texas past, and even so, she decided, What the fuck, and went for it.
Oh, how innocent she once was. So oblivious to the worst evils of the world.
Maya glanced around, waiting for that tugging sensation in her stomach to settle. It was aching her, tearing away the numbness, replacing it with anxiety. Of course, her apartment wasn't much help. The walls were adorned with pictures of them. Pictures of them holding hands, kissing, hugging, laughing…A picture of…what?
She stared at it, and couldn't believe her eyes. Today…Today was supposed to be their day, and she ruined it. She ruined her whole life. He was going to…and she just…Good. Fucking. Job, Maya. You win the award for the worst girlfriend ever.
The apartment was doing her no good. And that picture hanging was just taunting her. She had to get out. She had to escape from the claws of her own emotions. Even if she couldn't, she had to try. She flung the door open, a little too harshly for comfort.
And there he stood, with that goofy hair of his. Maya's mouth opened into an "o" of surprise. She didn't know what to think.
"W..what are you doing here?" She managed to rasp out, voice tired and quiet. He shook his head.
"I couldn't live without you, even if I wanted to," He caressed her cheek, using his thumb to gently rub her cheek. "I wasn't thinking, when I left like that. I'm sorry." Maya stared up at him, startled at his words.
"I…"
"Let me finish." His green eyes caught her gray, as he began to speak. "Since day one, I think I've always had feelings for you. I might've hidden them, because you were so unpredictable, and at the time, I was a changed person. I didn't know if I would've been able to handle that. And now, I know. I would rather have you than anyone else in the world. Because you..." He bent down slowly, catching hold of her left hand. "You are everything to me. And I'm willing to prove that to you today, tomorrow, and for the rest of our lives. Today…we messed up. But we couldn't avoid it, so we welcomed it. And now, it's resolved. We can put it behind us and move on. I hope you can, Maya, because…" he took a deep breath. "Maya Penelope Hart, would you do me the absolute honor of becoming my wife? Would you do the absolute honor of spending the rest of your life with me?"