AN: Shorter chapter, my bad. I am trying to figure out the way I want this to go, so have some patience pls! Reviews welcome always!
Today is Friday, and that means that 10 girls is being narrowed down to 5. Because I got the first impression flower, this means I can't go home this week. Yesterday there was another competition, and because I couldn't compete, Lucas let me paint his back again. We wasted yesterday together until he went to his dates, and then today I actually haven't seen him much. He has been holed up in his room, and the contestants are not allowed in there unless Lucas says right to your face that you can come in.
Right now, I am up in the room, getting ready for the show. We all put on fancy dresses for the eviction shows, which is kind of cryptic when you think about it.
Veronica and I are talking about her chances of staying in the house.
"I mean, I think our date went really well, I think he likes me."
"I think you will stay, V. I like you, and I bet Lucas likes you too. Stop stressing out."
Just then, Macy walks in to put her dress on.
"I think you should be worried, Veronica. I've heard talks of Lucas choosing the winner tonight, and sorry to upset, but it's going to be me."
I laugh a little, and she turns her claws to me.
"And you, little miss first impression. If you wouldn't have gotten that stupid flower, you would be out of here tonight too. So don't get too comfortable."
She gives me a plastic smile, and I return the favor.
"Hey Macy?"
"Yes?"
"I think Lucas is out by the pool right now, will you do me a favor?"
She seems to mull it over for a minute, but eventually she responds.
"What?"
"Ask to look at his back."
She spins on her heels and turns down the hallway. Veronica and I start laughing.
"Why did you want her to look at Lucas' back?"
"Ok so you know on wednesday, when the competition was going on and I was waiting outside?"
She nods, confused.
"Well word got out about my art, and Riley to me to paint something, and Lucas offered up his back as a canvas. It's sort of become a daily thing. So today when I did it, I wrote my name in cursive against the night sky.
Just as I am finishing my explanation, I hear someone stomping back up the steps. When Macy stomps past our room, I wink and she lets out the most unattractive whining noise I have ever heard. Veronica and I laugh for a while about it, then we go downstairs.
Hannah, Courtney, Sam, Yvonne, and Kaylen went home tonight, which leaves Me, Macy, Veronica, Kennedy, and Tori.
There is a big party in the ballroom after the show ends, but I can't seem to bring myself to join it. I go out to the backyard and sit with my feet in the pool. I sit there for a while, and it's nice to not have cameras in your face for a minute or two. The moment is over soon enough though, when a camera finds its way outside, following none other than Lucas Friar.
"Hey shortstack, why are you out here?"
He sits next to me, and puts his arm behind me on the ground.
"Not feeling much like a party, I guess."
"Why not?"
"Do you ever feel like this is kind of messed up? Like here we are, 10 girls trying to win over the same guy, and half of them just got sent home in tears."
He sighs
"I know, It honestly makes my stomach hurt a little bit. I would've rather kept Sam and let Macy go, but production said that if Macy left, so would half our viewers, so here she is."
"And me? Why am I here Lucas?"
I used his real name to his face, and he looks up at me a little surprised.
"Maya, you are here with me right now, because the stars finally aligned."
"Shut up, Huckleberry, or I will actually blush."
"Serious note though Maya, next week's competition is going to be an art competition, and you better win, because I want to go on a date with you."
"Well Sundance, it looks like I better start practicing."
We enter this moment of both of us just smiling at one another, until lucas holds up a black pen.
"I was hoping you'd say that."
I laugh. He gives me the pen, and then his arm, and I start to draw.
"I want both of our names on it, please Ma'am."
"Whatever you say, Hopalong."
When I'm done, he looks down at it, and he smiles.
"Maya."
"What?" I say, Looking in to the glossy pool water.
"Maya."
I look up then, and he is already looking at me. His gaze seems rather intense, which is a vast contrast from most of our interactions.
"If I could end the contest today, I would. Then we could go to Topanga's, and start being together."
"Who says I would want to do something like that, Huck?" I smile and nudge him with my shoulder.
"Two things, Maya Hart, 1. The way our hands fit together."
He takes my hand, and interlaces his own, and I almost gasp at the way they fit. Almost like fate.
"And 2. The way you keep letting me kiss you in the middle of the night."
I roll my eyes, but smile.
"Huck, that was the cheesiest thing anyone has ever said to me, and now I am leaving. Goodnight."
I stand up, and he follows quickly.
"Wait maya, you forgot something."
He grabs my arm, and before I can ask what I forgot, his lips are on mine, and his heart has fallen off of his sleeve. It's a good thing I was there to catch it.