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Title: Recipe For Disaster
Pairings&Characters: Lucas, Maya, Lucaya (one-sided obliviousness)
Genre: Friendship, Romance, Humor, Wangst, AU
Rating: T for Three Sheets To The Wind Maya
Summary: Drunk Maya. Exasperated Lucas. This can't be good... Can it?
Request by Mizz Degrassi for Maya being drunk af and Lucas taking care of her! I know you requested this probably in May, but it slipped my mind! I am so so so sorry for taking so long to write it! Thanks for being patient with me love :)
Sighing in exasperation, Lucas picked his remote back up and changed the channel once again. This was the third time he'd had to recommence his channel hopping, and it was frustrating him to no end.
It wasn't lost on Lucas that he was sitting in his dorm room on a Friday at 3 AM, pining over the girl who'd had him wrapped around her finger for almost eight years and didn't even know it. He should have been out getting shit-faced with Farkle, Billy, and Zay and enjoying his last years as an irresponsible college kid. But the only thing he could think about was Maya being completely drunk groping guys on the dance floor. Getting groped by guys on the dance floor. Leading them back to her room and tugging off their belts with that mischievous twinkle in her eyes that could send grown men to cold showers for months.
He forced down the thought that Maya could have easily gone home with some guy she met just that night. Every time she went out, he hoped so badly that she wouldn't make an exception to her No Hookups rule that night. He knew casual hookups weren't her thing, despite what most people would assume based on her general nonchalance about life. But he was also aware of just how attractive Maya was. With her perfect, naturally tousled and wavy coils, messy and full of volume (always looking like she just got done rolling around in the sheets), her petite but curvy figure, and her shrewd, smoldering blue eyes, he was very aware of how many guys desired her. He'd been approached by a couple of them on his floor, asking if Maya was attached. With grit teeth, he would always answer in the negative, though he had been tempted to lie, if only to keep them away.
It wasn't but three hours ago that Maya had come to his room asking if her outfit was okay. She was going out with some of her friends and wanted to make sure she was "Tastefully Trashy" as she had put it. Not trashy enough to be considered easy, but not conservative enough that no guys would approach her. Lucas could do nothing but nod, stupefied, and pretend like he hadn't been ogling the outrageous amount of skin she had decided to show that night. Though he definitely knew, judging by the way she kept swishing her hips and stooping, that she knew he had been checking her out.
(For the record, Lucas deserved a reward for keeping his cool through it all).
Sighing, he shut the TV off and ran his hands through his hair in frustration. Day in and day out, his mind was plagued with thoughts of Maya. And it was killing him.
Belatedly, he remembered Farkle's ominous and morbid warnings throughout high school that Maya would eventually get under his skin like a tick. And that once she did, he had to do everything in his power not to fall for her. Otherwise he would be miserable. Unfortunately, Lucas hadn't taken heed of any of the warnings or signs as they became closer friends.
And now here he was, beating himself up for being so taken by a girl who had little to no interest in him whatsoever.
There was brusque knock on his door then, and Lucas stood up, ambling over to the door, expecting to see Zay or possibly Farkle (or Zay carrying Farkle), wasted off of the couple of shots he took earlier.
What he wasn't expecting was a giggling, loopy Maya hanging off of the arm of a tired looking girl he didn't recognize. She was stumbling around in her red pumps and looking more than three sheets to the wind.
"…Maya?" he asked.
"Lucas!" she shrieked, jumping forward and snuggling against his chest.
Or rather, stumbling uncontrollably forward until he stopped her certain descent to the floor.
"So you are Lucas?" the other girl asked, "Cool. Can you please take her? We've been trying to get her home, but she couldn't remember where she lived. So she gave us your dorm room number."
"She has her dorm on her ID. Where are her keys?" Lucas asked, sliding an arm around Maya's waist to steady her when she swayed really heavily and started laughing raucously.
"No one knows…" the girl said with a shrug and looking impatient, "Look, could you just take her? I have to go drop off this car before 3:30."
"You're leaving me?" Maya whined, turning around with flailing limbs and then grappling with Lucas' shirt to keep her balance.
"Yes. I am." The other girl patted Maya's head softly. "I hope you wake up with a massive hangover, sweetie."
Then she gave Lucas a poignant look clearly telling him to take care of Maya before turning on her heel and heading down the hall. Lucas sighed and shut his door before anyone on his floor came out, wondering what all the commotion was. Last thing he needed were some assholes trying to take advantage of his drunk best friend.
"Maya, how much did you have to drink?"
She turned back around and a sly grin appeared on her face. "Just three."
"Just three what?" he pressed. "Three shots? Three bottles? Three glasses?"
"Shots, duh."
And then Maya's expression sobered, and she slid her hands up his chest and linked her arms around his neck, pushing herself up to her tiptoes so she was closer to his face. Even with her heels, he still stood at a good head taller than her. Goosebumps rose on Lucas' neck, and he swallowed tightly at the heat in her dancing eyes.
And then she belched right in his face, long and loud and absolutely disgusting.
Lucas winced at the sheer amount of alcohol on her breath, and Maya dissolved into boisterous laughter, obviously very amused at herself.
"Definitely more than three…" he muttered, letting her go when she tugged on his arm.
"My feet hurt Lucas!" She whined, plopping down onto his bed and kicking her heeled feet up, "Take them off for me? Please?"
He sighed and complied with her request, pulling them off more slowly when his tugging made her grimace in pain. Her feet looked pinched and red, and he could clearly see the outline of the shoes lingering on her skin after he removed them.
"Why did you wear such uncomfortable shoes?"
"I wanted to look cute…" she pouted, acting uncharacteristically shy, "Guys don't think I'm cute. Riley always looks cute, but not me…"
"That's not true." Lucas said.
"You don't think I'm cute."
"That's not true Maya." He repeated absentmindedly, setting her shoes on the ground against his wall.
"So you admit it then?" she said, a mischievous smile quickly replacing her false melancholy, "You think I'm cute?"
He straightened, a little flustered. "What? I never said that."
"So then I'm not cute?"
"No, that's not what I said either."
"Then you do think I'm cute." She pressed, her lips curling into a smug smile. "Either you do or you don't Sundance. Which one is it?"
He opened his mouth to answer. But then closed it again, knowing no matter what he said, Maya had set up a sort of trap. Luckily, he was saved from responding when Maya bounced off his bed and dropped to the ground, looking under his bed. She dug around a little bit before frowning and unsteadily rising to her feet. Using the wall for support, she slowly dragged her feet over to his closet. Lucas stared at her in confusion, completely unable to figure out what she was even doing.
"Ah ha!" Maya shouted, yanking open his closet door. She rummaged around, moving some of his clothes and peering inside in confusion. "Where is she?"
"Who?" he asked, completely bewildered and wondering if he had missed something she said.
"You know? The girl you're with right now. You had to hide her because I came in, right?" Maya teetered on her feet, laughing hysterically for a second when she almost lost her balance.
"I wasn't with a girl."
"So we're alone." Maya murmured, spinning around and giving him a sultry look, "Which means no one to watch you doing dirty things to me."
He choked on his spit, coughing into his elbow for a good few seconds while he tried to come to terms with what she had just said. What the hell?
He couldn't do this.
"Maya, you need to go to sleep." Lucas said with a frown.
"But the party just started!" She whined, taking a wobbly step forward and promptly tripping on her feet.
Lucas rushed over and barely caught her around the waist, letting out a sigh of relief when she didn't crash to the ground, though she was laughing really hard. Lucas vaguely wondered if his next door neighbours could hear everything that was going on in his room. He kept thinking that any second his RA would stop by his room due to a noise complaint.
"Maya…" Lucas said in exasperation, "You're going to give me a damn heart attack."
"Alright, you big baby. I'll go to bed." She pushed against his hold, struggling against the arm he was using to steady her. "But I need you to take off my dress!"
"You can take it off yourself." Lucas said after making sure she was stable on her feet and letting her go.
"You're missing opportunities, Hopalong~" Maya singsonged, tugging on the pull tab of the zipper of her party dress.
He said nothing and turned around, quickly facing the opposite direction as he heard her unzip her dress. He tried not to think about what Maya was wearing underneath her dress as he heard clothes ruffling and hitting the floor, and Maya's feet softly padding the ground as she slipped out of it. But it was almost futile. Her dress was pretty short. And he hadn't been able to tell if she was wearing a bra or not.
Had she been wearing a bra?
He swallowed thickly, willing himself to think about something else. Anything else. Like Zay's flat butt. Instead of Maya's round, supple…
Lucas cleared his throat. "You all good?"
"Yeah. It feels so much better without that constricting thing on."
He saw the silver garment that was her dress fly past his head and get caught on his lamp as Maya started to laugh again.
"Last chance, Lucas." She crooned, almost purring. "When will you ever get a chance to see me in lingerie again? I know you want to. You don't have to be a gentleman."
His throat went dry, though he ignored her words. Drunk Maya. She was dangerous in every sense of the word. Even more unpredictable and hyper and more sneaky than her usual self. And definitely more forward.
"Maya, get in bed."
"Will you be joining me?" she asked, that wanton tone still firmly set in place.
He let out a sigh. "No, Maya. You're drunk."
"Hmmm… That's too bad."
But he heard the bed springs squeak as she climbed up on the bed and heard his covers shuffle around as Maya settled herself in place.
"Are you under the covers, Maya?"
"Yes."
Lucas turned back around cautiously and slowly to make sure he could actually see the outline of her legs under his blanket. When he knew it was safe, he faced her completely. Maya was staring blankly at the wall, snuggled under the covers up to her chin, her cheeks slightly flushed.
"I didn't want to party anymore." Maya near whispered without prelude. "I really wanted to go home, Lucas…"
"Then why didn't you go back to you and Riley's room?" he asked playfully, flicking off his main lights and turning on his lamp.
"Because you're my home." She said softly, looking up at him with her beautiful glassy blue-gray eyes. Lucas felt his pulse quicken as he stared at her, wondering if he had just heard her correctly. "I wanted to see you."
"Maya–"
"Lucas… can you cuddle with me?" she asked earnestly, her eyes shining with some emotion he couldn't quite place but knew was making his heart beat erratically in his chest. "Please? I swear I won't try anything. I just… I need someone to hold me."
With a sigh, Lucas pulled up the covers and Maya slid over with a smile as he climbed in next to her. He kept his eyes firmly on the wall behind her head, making sure he didn't accidentally get a glimpse of scantily clad Maya until the comforter was finally settled over them.
She scooted forward until she was nestled in the curve of his body and curled her fingers gently around the fabric of his t-shirt. Lucas rested his arm around her slender back, pulling her closer so she was tucked under his chin. He tried to tell himself it was only because he was helping her since she wanted to cuddle but he knew damn well that he was doing it for his own selfish reasons. He'd always wanted to hold Maya in his arms like this. He'd dreamed of it for years and now that he had the chance, he wasn't going to pass it up.
They remained silent for a while, Maya's slowly deepening tufts of breath blowing against his neck, Lucas fighting not to deeply inhale that scent of vanilla and strawberry that always seemed to linger on her hair and skin. He tried desperately not to think about the fact that Maya was in her underwear right now, completely pressed against him.
"Lucas…" Maya mumbled into his chest, her voice sounding a bit slurred, but whether from her fatigue or her drunken state, Lucas didn't know.
"Yeah?"
He gently stroked her lower back, chuckling to himself when Maya purred, leaning into him and sliding a leg in between his.
"Do you want to know a secret?" she asked quietly, looking up and giving him a breathtaking smile that he couldn't decipher.
"What is it?" Lucas asked, searching her eyes.
Maya blinked up at him blearily, though through her hazy, sleepy gaze, he sensed something warm as she watched him. Then she hid her face, snuggling further into his chest, closing her eyes with a sigh.
"I like someone, Lucas."
Lucas was sure his heart almost stopped. He remained silent, pain slowly gripping his chest as he stared at his wall.
"…Lucas?"
"Yeah?" He asked, trying to keep his heartache from reaching his voice.
"Did you hear me…?"
"Yeah, I heard you."
So that was that, huh? He had missed his chance. And she had slipped through his fingers yet again. His timing could not have been worse.
"I like him… a lot… Lucas."
"That so…" Lucas almost growled, his brows furrowed.
"Do you… want to know… who…?" Her voice was very soft, her words almost too quiet to be deciphered.
"Sure. What's his name?"
"His name is… Ranger… Huckleberry… McBoingBoing…" She mumbled in between deep, even breaths of her near sleep. "Shhh… Don't… tell… him…"
And Lucas froze, his eyebrows slowly lifting in shock as Maya's soft snores filled the air.
Maya liked him?
