ANONYMOUS SAID:
write lucaya getting locked in topangas
"You just had to convince me that waiting out the blizzard with Netflix was a great idea, didn't you, Huckleberry?" Maya groans as she stares out of the entrance to Topanga's, the staircase to the streets already hidden after only a few hours of snowfall. They'd decided to help out by closing up the bakery so that Topanga could leave early to set up for the Matthews' annual New Year's bash, unknowingly sealing their fate of being trapped probably all night without any way of contacting anyone.
"Maya… that was your idea…" Lucas mutters, his hand finding the small of her back as he leans over her to check the status of their imprisonment.
"That's not the point. The point is that it's cold, we're stuck, and our phones died before we could finish that episode of Cupcake Wars." He chuckles at the tiny pout, leading her back towards the couch they had cuddled up on for their marathon.
"It doesn't even matter, we both know that-"
"If you say Susan wins then I'm going to disown you because we both know that her butter pecan turnover cupcake was way too dry with watery frosting that second round and it looked like shit," she fires out with a determined look.
His mouth zips shut, hands flying in the air in surrender. "Well, for a topic so sweet, I've never heard you any more bitter."