Don't own GMW or any of the characters, just love the characters. So, here's part three and I probably won't do a part four, not for a while anyway. Thanks for all the reviews I love reading your reactions and hearing what you think. Sorry this one took a while for me to figure out and in case you haven't noticed I love angst ;) Enjoy!

Maya sat next to Lucas and began to panic.

She never fell out of love with him.

Her palms began to feel clammy, her hands shook at the thought that began to plague her mind. How did this even happen? She tangled her hands together and gripped her fingers together to try and stop the shaking. Her eyes head turned and her eyes looked over at the boy sitting next to her.

How could she do this to him? Her bright blue eyes pierced Lucas' unaware form. She watched as he unconsciously picked at his nails. Her eyes traveled upwards to his chest and she sucked in a sharp breath.

"Happy Birthday Ranger Rick!" The bottom of her feet lifted so she was standing on the tip of her toes and she gave him a kiss not quite on the cheek, but not full on the lips either. She pulled away slowly smiling at him before she pulled away.

"I got you something." Lucas sighed as Maya turned to go rummage through her purse and Lucas followed right behind her. His hands found her hips, "you didn't have to get me anything." Her hand glided over his, stringing their fingers together she turned to face him, "but I did anyway."

She winked playfully at him before handing him a little black box. He took it hesitantly looking back and forth between the box and her.

"Maya-" He started.

"Lucas open it." Maya prodded pushing the box and his hands away from her and towards him.

His eyes dropped back down to the box and he slowly ran his fingers over the lid. He turned to go sit on the edge of his bed with Maya following in suit.

Maya smiled at the surprise that etched over his face and the pull of the corner of his mouth. To anyone else, the gift would be a bit morbid, but for them- it had meaning.

"This is-" he started.

"Perfect? Yeah, I know." Maya shrugged her shoulders laughing.

"May I?" She asked gesturing for the box.

"Please." Lucas handed her the gift and watched in her in pure admiration. His eyes followed her movements. She stood up and stood between his knees. His eyes watched her face and he laughed as she bit her lip in concentration. Her arms reached behind him and his arms reached for her waist. She grinned pulling away from him, but not getting very far as Lucas pulled her back to him. He brought her down to sit on his knee and kissed her gently.

"Thank you." He whispered when he pulled away from her lips resting his forehead against hers. Her breathing was ragged.

"Lucas-"

He could hear the craving in her voice and that was enough to ignite the fire in him. He was watching her eyes watch his lips and he reacted. He pressed his lips against hers and turned them both around so she was laying on the bed with him hovering over her. She ran her hand down his chest and gripped the gift she had gotten him that was dangling off of his chest-a pendant, a tombstone with an engraving of a bull.

Maya had been staring at his chest for quite some time. At first Lucas hadn't noticed the staring, but here he was facing her and her him, but she wasn't actually looking at him, more like through him.

"Maya?"

Her eyes met his at the sound of his voice. He had known Maya for years now. He knew her inner workings better than almost anyone and he knew that the wall of unshed tears layering her eyes were there because she was afraid, afraid of change, afraid of herself and her feelings.

"Just go." She nodded solemnly trying not to panic. She stood up hugging herself tightly and walked away from him, away from them. She stopped at the gate entrance and took one last look at him. Her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach as she saw one of her best friend's watching her go with no emotion on his face whatsoever.

Maya didn't know where she was going until she was already there. She looked up and smiled grimly, Riley.

She entered the Matthews' home as she had been doing for years. She just opened the door and let herself in.

She had her head down and closed the door quietly. She sucked in a breath of air as she pressed her forehead against the door, and let it out slowly closing her eyes trying to calm herself down.

"Maya?" She laughed out cynically. What were the chances? Her eyes opened as she lifted her head up and she swallowed attempting to have enough courage to turn around.

"Josh." She whispered out coarsely turning around to find him looking her over in concern. Josh took a half a step forward as soon as her blood shot eyes met his.

"What-" His feet moved on their own accord towards her. She shook her head and smiled wiping away a stray tear.

"Where's everybody at?" She asked looking around the place, anywhere but him. His eyebrows drew together while his eyes took her in. He had only seen her, so fragile, so broken a handful of times. His heart broke as he watched her fight off the tears that were still spilling over without her permission. His breathing halted for a moment as she tried to keep herself together. He treaded slowly. When he reached for her hand she flinched and took a step back. Josh swallowed the disappointment and looked at her eyes once more.

"What are you doing?" She asked, her eyes wide, staring at his hands in condemnation. Josh's head cocked to the side trying to understand her. He was normally good at that.

"I'm trying to-"

She didn't know where the sudden anger came from, but it came in spades and it washed over her all at once.

"Trying to what Josh?! What are trying to do, huh?! You have done enough!" She stared at him coldly trying to step further away from him.

"Maya, I don't understand." He stepped in front of her as she glared at him.

"Stop trying Josh." She cut him off stepping around him once more and attempted to make her way to Riley's room. He caught her hand and pulled her to him. He didn't know what was going on, but he knew when Maya Hart was crying for help on the inside. He wrapped his arms securely around her small frame and let her cry. He rubbed her back in soothing circles as her hands gripped onto his shirt. The sobs that came out of her tore something in him that he couldn't describe. He slowly kissed the top of her head and left his lips there, pressed against her brown curls.

"I'm right here." He assured her hugging her a little bit closer. Her fingers released his the front of his shirt and she slipped her arms around Josh's torso.

"Josh?" Her voice was coarse as she pulled her head inches away from his chest. She looked over his lips that were the most delectable shade of pink and then up to his eyes. He swallowed knowing he was in trouble, knowing he was probably going to hate himself in the next few hours, but right now looking at her, he didn't care.

"Maya," he whispered looking down at her slowly lowering himself. She retracted one of her arms from behind him and slowly ran her hand up his chest, to behind his neck. Her fingers wrapped around his chocolate brown hair and gripped it roughly pulling him to her. Her lips pushed against his with fervor and he couldn't stop the moan that left his lips. He bit down on her bottom lip causing Maya to jump up and wrap both of her legs around his torso. He smiled at the thought- that hadn't been the first time she's jumped him. She roughly gripped his hair pulling it to dominate what they were doing. Josh without breaking their kiss walked them over to the couch and sat down with Maya still on top of him. He cupped her face and slowly ran his tongue over her bottom lip waiting eagerly to allow him access. It wasn't until Maya opened her mouth for him and began to try to tear of his shirt that he began to make sense of the reality and gravity of the situation.

"Maya-" He began trying to speak through her kisses. His hands gripped onto her waist as she continued to kiss him.

"Stop." She stopped a bit dazed as Josh pushed her back, but still held her in his arms.

"What happened today?" He asked her softly pushing her hair back behind her ear.

She bit down on her lip. She had forgotten if for a moment. She slowly made her way out of his lap and sat next to him on the couch. Her eyes found the blank television, "Lucas."

If he had to describe it he would describe it as ice-cold water being thrown at him. He had to mask his disappointment, his aching heart at the name. He nodded and began to internally scold himself. She began to play with her hands.

"We broke up." She stared at him trying to decipher his reaction.

"Oh." He stated not meeting her stare. He rubbed his hands against his jean covered thighs and sighed. He stood up abruptly walking over to the door and grabbing his coat from the coat rack. She watched as he shrugged on his coat and looked over at her.

"They should be home soon Topanga just had to go to a dinner thing with the firm and they invited the family." He began to turn towards the door.

"Josh-" Maya stood.

He shook his head.

"It's ok Maya. You're hurt. You just needed a rebound-" he grimaced at the word, "but I'm not willing to be that guy, so let's just forget that this happened." He looked her over once more before exiting the Matthews' place and closing the door behind him. He rested his back against the door and sighed licking his lips. There would be no forgetting that.

Maya stared at the door in shock. He thought he was a rebound. A rebound? She laughed at the irony. Joshua Matthews thought he was a rebound when he was actually the reason why her and Lucas, why her and anyone would never work out.