A/N: Sososososo sorry for the time it took to update. I just started college and I'm overwhelmed with all the changes, blah blah. Y'all don't wanna hear about that. Anyways, the 10th chapter is here, yay! It's a shorty, but I plan on making the next one longer. You'll see. I'm sorry, I feel like you guys waited so long and I give you this. Ugh. But at least it's an update, and it's the calm before the storm. ;)

Enjoy!

Night 10: September 10th of junior year

The whole summer went by so fast.

Maya would spend most of her days with Lucas, and when they didn't see each other, they would find time to Skype. When Lucas went away to Texas for two weeks, Maya felt as if he was right there, in her room with her. Before going to bed, she would call him and he would answer even if he only planned on going to bed an hour later because of the time zones. They would Skype until she fell asleep, and Lucas felt like he was the luckiest man alive.

Except for one thing.

They weren't official.

Yet.

Lucas had noticed that every time Maya would talk about their relationship, she never called him her boyfriend. The blonde would use any and every word she would think off, mostly complementing them with "my". My Huckleberry, my Ranger Rick, my Sundance. Anything but "my boyfriend". Lucas didn't want to make a big deal out of it, but he felt like it was pretty clear that they were dating. They held hands, kissed, made out, cuddled and he took her out on dates. Maybe it wasn't clear enough for her.

So he decided to do something about their "understanding".

He knocked on her window.

Maya walked to her window, knowing very well who stood outside. There was only one person in the whole wide world that would do this: Lucas.

The blonde lifted up her window, letting the boy in. They shared a quick kiss before Maya noticed the serious look on Lucas' face.

"Are you okay?" She asked him.

Was he? He wasn't sure. For the third time in his life, Lucas Friar didn't feel okay. The first time was back when his father made sure he couldn't go back to Texas for the week-ends anymore. The second time was after his break-up with Riley. And the third time was right now, and he could feel the stupid feeling that made him so uneasy come back up and grow.

He wasn't okay. He wasn't okay at all.

The girl he had called his girlfriend for almost three months now couldn't call him her boyfriend. He had always known that Maya had some trouble with commitment because of her fear of being left. It had taken her two years to finally call Shawn her father, and he knew it had taken her years to call Riley her best friend. The brunette, on the other side, had claimed the brunette as her best friend after only a month of friendship.

"Why don't you call me your boyfriend?" He finally asked. Maya blinked at him.

She tried to bring up a time where she had called him her boyfriend, but she couldn't remember. All she could think about was to find an answer to his question. Why?

Well, it was quite simple.

"You never asked me out." Maya answered matter-of-factly. Lucas stared at the petite blonde in front of him. His expression was mixed, and she couldn't figure out if he was either mad or sad. So when he started laughing, she looked at him, perplexed.

"Why the hell are you laughing?" She asked, a small smile tugging at her lips. Maya was trying to look angry, but she couldn't help herself. Lucas' laugh was one of her most favorite things in the whole world.

Lucas collected himself before answering. "Maya, you could have just told me that this was bothering you," He started on a more serious note. "I like you. And if we want this relationship to work, we're going to have to communicate."

The blonde nodded up at him. Somehow, they were back in each other's arms, their voices now as low as a whisper.

"Maya Penelope Hart," He started, grinning. "Will you go out with me?" He asked. She rolled her eyes at his cheesiness, fighting hard not to slap his arm for saying her middle name.

"Yes, Ranger Rick."

"Yes to what?"

"Don't make me say it."

"Say it!" He said, an amused look on his face. She groaned.

"Yes, I will go out with you."

"There it is!" He exclaimed and pulled her in for a kiss.

As much as she would hate to admit it, Lucas Friar could make her knees go weak in a matter of seconds.

And that was the tenth night Lucas knocked on Maya's window.

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