A/N: Ahaha sorry about the super late update! I went out last night to commemorate the first exam of the term being finished and got back super late xD Then I conked out and forgot to update! So I'm updating now and then I promise I'll respond to all PMs after this!

Hi Luvemhorses1! I can't write a "sequel" per say, love :3 But I can certainly write the story from Lucas' perspective in the future if you'd like :)

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Title: Oh My
Pairings&Characters: Topanga, Lucaya

Genre:
Angst, Romance, Humor, AU
Rating: T for Truce... urgh...

Summary: This was not the way Topanga intended to spend her day off.

Same universe as Here We Go Again. (Order: Missy, Riley, Farkle, Topanga, Auggie, Shawn, Lucas, Zay)

Request by Guest, notasbigajerkasicould'vebeen, crookedcheshire(juiceboxxes) for Topanga POV of Lucaya fight. Thanks for the request! :D

Request by LUCAYAlover for Lucaya fight. Thank you for the request! :)

Inspired by my good old chemistry prof Mme. Justine who was always frustrated with my lack of efforts in the class back then and put up with my daydreaming xD


"Look, I gave him back the necklace, so can you stop badgering me about it?!"

"Why did you accept it in the first place?!"

And there they went again.

Topanga groaned, glancing up from the case file in front of her at the two teens on the couch. This was the third time they'd gotten snippy with each other in the past hour, but now it seemed they were legitimately mad. And it didn't seem like this argument was going to fix itself quickly anytime soon. Lucas' arm wasn't around Maya anymore and Maya was emphatically gesturing her hands in that way that Topanga recognized as the girl's severe irritation.

She wasn't sure what had set them off or why after a good twenty minutes of watching the TV movie and cuddling they were suddenly at each other's throats. But one thing she knew for sure was that they were clearly not happy with each other.

And she had to suffer and listen to their drivel.

"For the last damn time, he was being friendly! We're friends! That's what friends do, okay?"

"Guy friends don't buy their platonic girl friends jewelry!"

"He knew I've wanted that necklace since freshman year! He was being considerate!"

"You still shouldn't have taken it! You have a boyfriend, you know?"

"Would you shut the hell up? I already gave it back to him! Why are you still pissed about this?!"

Topanga set her pen down on the kitchen table, rubbing her temple and glaring at the two of them. When was Riley going to come back from dropping Auggie off at Dewey's already so the three of them could leave and go to that Shakespeare in the Park thing that Farkle had been spazzing about for the past week or so? She just wanted them out of the apartment.

It was Saturday afternoon, and Topanga just wanted to get her work out of the way so she could relax. Because this was frustrating. It was her day off from work to finally catch up on some paperwork and reread some of the documentation of various cases and for some reason, the two love birds were in her home fighting. And despite her requests for them to quiet down earlier, they wouldn't.

She had even threatened to spray them with the little hose from the sink but they had ignored her.

Topanga just didn't understand how all their friends put up with them. From what Topanga had heard through Riley's excited babbling every time her OTP had another moment (whatever the hell that meant), they were usually either all over each other or at each other's throats. Quite frankly, Topanga did not understand why Riley found it so charming. Then again, Topanga had recently been having a lot of trouble understanding a lot of Riley's actions regarding her friends. She chalked it up to puberty.

"I'm saying it's not appropriate and you know I'm right! Anyone else with a girlfriend would agree!"

"And I'm saying it's not a big deal!"

"You know, I'm starting to think that the only reason you wanted to keep it in the first place is because you wanted to know what it felt like being treated as if you were Josh's girlfriend!"

"So maybe I did, okay?! Maybe I did want to see what it felt like to be Josh's girlfriend for a second! Can you blame me? It's not like I can forget about him that easily! He was my first love!"

Topanga glanced up with a wince as Lucas fell silent, not having expected those words from Maya. That wasn't the kind of thing a girlfriend should say to her significant other. No doubt it would hurt Lucas.

And as she expected, his expression looked pained. Damaged. Like he'd been kicked in the nuts.

"If you can't forget about him… Then maybe we should forget about us."

Maya's breath hitched, and Topanga saw her stiffen uncomfortably.

"…Lucas. I don't want that."

Topanga couldn't see Maya's expression, but her voice wavered the slightest bit with those words and she knew Maya must have been feeling some sort of fright and remorse. It was a seriously intense confrontation, and Topanga was finding herself getting distracted from her work because of the teen drama unfolding right before her eyes. She was trying to get her work done, but no matter what she did, her attention kept getting pulled by the two of them.

"Then what do you want, Maya?"

There was a long pause and suddenly, Topanga felt awkward being around them. As much as this was an intriguing turn of events, she knew they needed their privacy to sort out this messed up fight.

She sighed in frustration, grabbing her sweatshirt and tossing it on as she walked past the two teens gazing at each other and headed to the door.

"You know what. Let me give you two some privacy…" she muttered as she left the apartment and closed the door behind her.

She didn't even think they heard her, but it didn't matter. She figured if she headed downstairs and grabbed the mail, hopefully by the time she returned, they would have settled the argument by then.

As she opened their box and pulled the mail from it, old Mrs. Marks from next door walked slowly out of the elevator and approached her.

"Topanga, how are you this fine Saturday afternoon?"

"Great, thank you." Topanga greeted her elderly neighbour jovially, despite her mood being a bit sour from the angsty teenagers in her apartment. "How about yourself, Mrs. Marks?"

"I'm doing excellent, but my sleep schedule has been recently disturbed." The old lady wrung her hands together. "I understand your son is growing up, but his room is right beside mine, and I can very frequently hear him playing his video games at night. He's not very quiet."

Topanga smiled. "I apologize for that, Mrs. Marks. I'll make sure to put a stop to the loud disturbances."

"Thank you kindly. You're a dear."

She hobbled on her way out of the apartment building, and Topanga closed her mailbox and headed back to her home. It hadn't been too long since she left Lucas and Maya in the apartment, but she figured they'd had ample time to discuss their issues by this point.

Besides.

Those filed court cases weren't going to read themselves. She had to get a move on if she wanted to finish up her work before Cory got home. She and Cory would have the apartment to themselves since Auggie was going to sleepover at Dewey's and Riley was going to a concert with her friends in the evening after the play, and Topanga definitely would need a destresser after the stress of this afternoon.

She jogged up the stairs, mentally preparing herself to kick the two out if they were still arguing by that point. She was tolerant up to a point, but she was a little fed up with the disruptions to her peaceful Saturday afternoon. Either they would listen to her and get their act together, or they would have to find a different place to fight.

Topanga opened her apartment door, ready to tell them off.

And her brows rose high on her forehead.

She hadn't really formed a thought of what she expected when she entered the room, but one thing she did know was that she had not expected this.

Lucas on top of Maya on the couch, his hands crawling up underneath her shirt as Maya slowly slid her leg along his, her fingers threaded through his hair. Lips locked and tongues dancing and hands roaming and limbs entwined and bodies fully pressed against each other.

Topanga was appalled. She'd had her fair share of make outs (and more) with Cory, but seeing the eighteen year olds was quite the weird experience. She was so thrown off guard, completely mindboggled by what she was seeing. Topanga certainly didn't consider herself old or a prude, but the intensity of their entanglement was making her blush.

Were teens always like that when they got intimate now these days? If so, she could kind of understand Cory's fright about Riley ever getting a boyfriend.

And then Maya let out a breathy moan as one of Lucas' hands dipped under the waistband of her pants.

And Topanga promptly shut the door.

It was a damn good thing Cory was at a baseball game with Josh until later. She was sure if he came home and saw that spectacle, it wouldn't be pretty.

She'd take a long walk. Yeah. That's what she would do. She'd take a long walk to clear her mind of the image her eyes had just been assaulted with.

She'd take a long walk right to the furniture store. She would buy a brand new, unsoiled couch.

And then when she got back?

She would burn the old one.