-wanderlust-

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iv. breakfast? breakfast.

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au

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lucas x maya

"Maya, you rented Breakfast at Tiffany's, The Breakfast Club, Breakfast on Pluto... Are you trying to tell me something? Are you hungry? You could've just said so. Didn't ned to rent a whole bunch of movies." He looked at her then looked back to the road.

"So? We can watch them while we eat pancake's with syrup." She popped the 'P', then kissed him on the cheek.

Maya had her feet perched up on the dashboard, her dirty, worn out converse, had drawings and penmarks all over. Lucas loved her shoes.

"Okay. But we have things to do Maya-," Lucas started, but Maya cut him off.

"We're supposed to be getting away from everyone, remember?" She pointed a finger at him.

"You're right. Let's see where the nearest restaurant is." Lucas had a smile perched up on his face while he drove.

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"Pancakes... are... delicous!" Maya took pauses as she spoke.

Lucas's mother used make pancakes for them all the time. They would run errands to get the syrup and the butter, Lucas's mother insisting that there was absolutley no more. After Maya had gone home, he found the butter at the back of the fridge, and the syrup hid with soup cans in the pantry.

"Let's do something today."

"Very intresting, Lucas. What would we do?" She took another bite of her breakfast.

"Um, I don't know. We can ask people." He took a sip of his coffee, taking back the mug away from his mouth after burning his tongue. He made a our face, making Maya laugh.

"I'll be in the motel. Come up when you're done, okay? Bye, baby."

"B-but..," Lucas started, but then stopped, seeing that she was gone.

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"We're going to the park, then to that little cafe for lunch, and it's raining so take a coat."

"Hmph," she turned around, a pillow on her ear, attemting to block out sound.

"Come on. You've had enough sleep."

"Ugh. Life's so hard."

"That's why we're running away remember?"

"No, we're just taking a break."

"Okay. Park?"

"Ugh," she sighed and pointed at him, "This is only because you are so fucking adorable, andyou love me, like I do."

She grabbed her coat and his hand.

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"Thank you for dragging me out of bed." They sat on a park bench, her head on his shoulder, their fingers intertwined.

"The least I could do." He gave her a small smile and looked back at the buildings in front of him. There were big trees, and people walking, almost running, to their cars or apartments.

They stayed silent. When Maya got cold, they decided it was time to go to the Motel.

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Let's just say they did go to the cafe after all, but Maya had gotten sick. Lucas took care of her all weekend.

(It was a long weekend.)

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