hey guys, i am sooooooo sorry for the really late update but i am sooooo happy with it and i have a fab idea for the ending now. in this update there is more than one point of view.
thank you for all you votes and i have counted them up to help decide the ending.
i will give a shout out to the person who finds the 3 sentences used in a previous chapter. there about a facial feature and are consecutive. the first time they were used it was lucas taking about maya and now it's maya talking about lucas. go find them!
please review because it means a lot to me and i really appreciate it.
i also want to thank you all for sticking with the story i really appreciate it.
my next oneshot should be on soon too!
i going to stop babbling now and let you read! go.
disclaimer: i don't own girl meets world... yet.
lucas' pov:
i storm down the street. the cold pushing me backwards as i walk against the wind. then i stop. i feel the anger building up through my body and it causes my body to shake.
one month. one month without maya. i can't do it. but who am i kidding? she won't come back. i will never have maya back. she's gone. forever.
i sit down on the side walk staring out to look down at the long parallel buildings that create either side of the can see all the buildings but then they disappear as the road curves down hill. it's like maya. visible until she takes an unexpected turn. to LA. the other side of the country. to the other side of america. i can't see maya anymore just like i can't see the other end of the street.
maya's pov:
he can't of gotten far so i grab my coat of the hook hanging onto the wall by a rusty half broken nail. as i step outside the cold hits me like a slap to the face and i pull me coat further round my waist. my walk turns into a run as i turn the corner but i stop abruptly as i see lucas, the back of he's recognisable head, as he stares down 5th avenue without a movement.
i take a few steps forward and lean up against a pipe running up the side of a brick wall.
"what's in LA you can't get here?" he says and i jump. was i that loud? how did he know i was behind him?
"what?" i reply even though i heard him loud and clear.
"in LA," he repeats to clarify, still staring down the street in front, "what's there that you can't get here?"
"lucas…" i start but he interrupts,
"answer the question maya." he says, his voice strengthening.
"the hospice. i've told you." i say and i sit down next to him. my voice is like a mouse in comparison to his.
he turns to look at me and i stare into his muggy green eyes, "there has to be a hospice like that here."
"lucas…"
"NO THERE HAS TO BE." he shouts and he yanks his phone out of his pocket to google it. i've never seen this side of him before. he's panicky and flustered. he's not lucas. he's not the lucas i know.
he's frantically scrolling down the google page, his thumb shaking as he does so. his face is red and he's got sweat running down his forehead. he looks ill.
"lucas, calm down." i say and as i pry his phone from him with one hand, i hold one of his with the other. he looks up at me and his face goes from violently red to a pale yellow colour within the space of a couple of seconds.
he looks to the floor, "i'm sorry."
"what?" i say and i bend forward to try and catch his glance, "what are you sorry about."
"everything. i've been a total jerk and when you need me most i've been isolating myself from you. not just now but with the cancer in general."
"it's fine. everybody has."
"no it's not. being ill makes you feel alone enough without me joining in the game. i'm sorry."
he looks like he's about to cry and so i do the only thing i know that will lift his spirits. i kiss him.
lucas' pov:
i pull away after a couple of seconds and her facial expression drops.
"maya." i say and she looks up at me, "go. if LA is what is going to make you happy and help you get better, go."
"but…"
"go. i'll wait."
maya's pov:
we sit looking down the street, hip to hip on the sidewalk. he knows i'm not going anywhere and i know he's not moving a muscle. i won't let him.
after 10 or so minutes he breaks the silence. the sound isn't unwanted, its just different. good different, even though i wouldn't admit it to his face, i like the raspiness of his texas accent,
"you need to call your dad." he says, "you need to let him know. here." and he pulls out his phone.
"not now." i say and push the phone away with my hand. i keep my head on his shoulder, tilting it slightly to look down at the phone as i do so.
"maya, call him." and he jerks the phone towards me as i sit up and turn to him.
he doesn't need to say anything for me to know he's not going to drop the subject. i can see it in his eyes. he's got nice eyes. secretive eyes. i like them.
i take the phone and dial the number my dad gave me.
lucas' pov:
one month. one month without maya. i can't can do it. i have to. if not for me then for maya.
i don't expect the words that come out of her mouth after she hangs up.
"when are you going?" i ask, knowing it's better to rip the band aid off as fast a possible.
"two days." she replies.
ouch. that band aid was a sticky one. it hurt a lot. inside i'm crumpling. crumpling like a wet piece of paper.
"we better go start packing." i say, plastering a smile across my face. she buys it and holds her hand out as she stands up.
"suppose we should." she says and she smiles back as i take her hand and stand too.
maya's pov:
one month. one month without lucas. i can't can do it. i have to. if not for me then for lucas.
i don't expect the words that come out of my dads mouth when i ask him when we're leaving.
"i'm flying back in two days time. come with me." he says and he sounds over the moon.
"ummm… okay." i respond, "i've gotta go, but okay." and i hang up the phone.
"when are you going?" lucas asks, and i know i should just say it. i know it's better to rip the band aid off as fast a possible.
"two days." i reply.
this band aid was a bad one. i can see he's hurt but trying not to show it. it hurt a lot for me too. inside i'm crumpling. crumpling like a wet piece of paper.
"we better go start packing." he says, plastering a smile across his face. i pretend to buy it and hold out my hand as i stand up.
"suppose we should." i say. he stands up as he takes my hand and i draw on my best fake smile too.
