A/N: Okay, I lied. This chapter is the calm before the storm. I am so sorry for the cheesiness of this chapter. I just saw this really cute couple and I got really inspired because they really reminded me of Lucaya, so don't question THE CHEESINESS IN THIS CHAPTER. I don't really like fluff, but I have those days where I really like to write some.

Also, OH MY LUCAYA. WE HAVE REACHED 110 REVIEWS, 132 FOLLOWERS AND 78 FAVORITES. I am so excited! Thank you all so much for the support, I never expected this story to reach out to this many people. A big thank you to everyone who's reviewed, followed and added this story to their favorites, you guys make my days. 3 A very special thank you to all of those who take the time to review, you are da ! I love you all!

This is kind of a filler chapter, because I need some happy days. I think we all do. I hope you'll enjoy!

Night 11: December 21st of junior year

The usual three knocks on her window made Maya want to squeal with excitement. She didn't really care anymore what anyone thought, because Lucas was her boyfriend and she could get excited about seeing him if she wanted to.

Their relationship was going great. Riley had been very excited to hear about Maya "finally finding love", and as for Farkle, he was happy that she was happy. He had then gone on to deliver a speech on how he knew that Lucas would eventually ask the other one out. The new couple had been happy to know that their two best friends were happy for them. Maya had always had some concerns about the whole two-friends-dating-in-the-group thing, but she couldn't care less now. She was happy.

She opened her window and leaned over to kiss her boyfriend, who was waiting patiently outside her window. When she pulled away, Lucas smiled at her and slid in her room, his arms quickly snaking their way around her waist. Her arms found their way around his neck.

Lucas knew that Maya wasn't exactly the kind to be sappy or cheesy, but he enjoyed seeing this side of her. Rare were the days where Maya Hart truly smiled, so when she would get excited at the sight of him, he would let her be that way. As much as he enjoyed her tormenting him and the little games, he loved this side of Maya. He loved how every single good emotion could be seen in her eyes. He loved that even that look in her eyes wasn't given to Josh, but only to him. He loved how happy he made her, and how happy she made him.

Call him a love-sick puppy, or whatever you want. Lucas couldn't care less as long as the blonde beauty was in his arms.

After their hellos, they moved to the routine they had developed through the times they would hang out in her or his room. She sat on her bed as she drew, and he sat on the floor, his back leaning against the side of the bed as he did his homework. Maya even had a sketchpad in Lucas' room, which he had given her on their two months anniversary (Even after her multiple protests mentioning that she didn't want any gifts). She had gotten him nothing, but he didn't care. The look on her face when he said that it was for his place so she didn't have to bring hers anymore was a gift on its own.

Maya would draw most of the night, or at least until Lucas finished his homework. He would then lie next to her and would play with a piece of her hair until she finished her drawing, or he would play games on his phone. It didn't really matter to him (or her), because they were together. Words weren't always needed, and that was just fine for the two of them.

This relationship was nothing compared to their previous ones. Maya felt as if Josh only wanted to talk and make out, which was fine in the beginning. But eventually, she had gotten tired of kissing him. How horrible did that sound? She was tired of kissing her own boyfriend. She couldn't help but feel bored whenever she was in his presence. As for Lucas, he loved talking to Riley. She was a great listener and loved to know more, but she could get a little pushy whenever she felt like she needed to know something. In a way, he was glad that Riley had ended things with him, because if she hadn't, he wouldn't have gone to Maya for comfort and nothing of what was happening right now would be happening.

Maya finally put down her drawing at around eleven, yawning. She lied next to Lucas and he wrapped his arms around her small frame, planting a kiss on her forehead. It was night like these that made her feel the most at peace with herself, and she wouldn't change a thing.

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

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this little fluffy chapter! Leave a review, a favorite and/or a follow and make me the happiest writer in the world!

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