anonymous said: can you make a fic where at first Maya doesn't understand and is in denial of Rucas until she gradually realizes they are meant to be after seeing their interactions

Author Note: TBH this one was a little difficult to do since part of me feels like Maya is in denial on the show and doesn't want to see what's in front of her.

Dear Riley,

For months now I've been keeping quiet, I'm not sure I'll even give you this letter, but I have to write it out. I have to make you understand.

You and Lucas are so much alike, you're both so good, so sweet, you would never be a good couple. Relationships need more, they need a spark, they need a fire. They need a moment under the stars where he takes your face in his hands and looks deep into your eyes.

Sure Lucas didn't kiss me, and I didn't kiss him. But it's going to happen Riley, once you let him go. This hold you seem to have on him, you need to let him go.

You're wrapping him in guilt; let him go so he can move on to me.

Don't you get that he's always looking to me? He doesn't need to be something he's not to be with me. He can be Lucas Friar he doesn't have to be Lucas the Good.

Can't you see that he and I are just meant to be?

Do I need to spell it out for you Riley? Have you and Lucas ever had a moment so pure and true like he and I had?

Why are you holding on? What do you think exists between the two of you? He's not making a choice to spare your feelings. I can see it, every single time it comes up. He doesn't want to hurt you when he picks me.

I'm sorry it had to be this way.

I can't help that I have feelings for Lucas, and he obviously has them for me.

Let him go Riley.

Release whatever hold you have on him, be his sister, that's who you are to him.

Why can't you give him up?

Don't you see the way he looks at me? I mean yeah he looks at you, maybe a little longer, a little slower than he does me. And sure he smells your hair, I have no idea when or where, but whatever. And yes he might always start and stop with looks to you.

It's not me.

It was never me.

You're not the one that needs to let go.

I'm the one that needs to let go.

I'm the one holding on to manufactured moments, aren't I?

You'll never read this letter. I should go and burn it.

Maya