-wanderlust-

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v. leave your sterotypes at home.. (who am i kidding?)

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au

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lucas x maya

They sat in silence in the car, arguing if they should take a plane to California or go by car. They were currently in Iowa and Maya had looked up on her phone how long it would take.

"It's 27 hours. You don't know how to drive." Lucas argued.

"We can stop at motels and we do have the money."

"Okay.. You're right." Maya smirked. She had won the argument.

"Plus, you can always teach me to drive."

"Me? I'm not handled for teaching stubborn, blonde, girls." Lucas looked at the road in front of him.

"Fine. Who taught you how to drive?"

"My dad. Then he stopped teaching me. So, my mother taught me. She was real bad at that. She would always freak out and it never did any good. Then, my uncle came in. He had Chamomile Tea in a camping mug, slippers, crazy hair, and a robe. He laughed when I made a mistake." Lucas had a smile on his face.

Maya listened to his stories and carried on asking questions. Knowing that it made him happy talking about his family and Texas.

"And who taught you how to play the guitar?"

"Oh! My mom was an absolute hippie! She grew up in Oregon, then she met my dad and everything. When she was younger, she was in an all girls band. She played lead guitar."

"Then how come she has a southern accent? I really don't believe this..," She shook her head and chuckled.

"She just was adapted to it, I guess. I'll have to ask her." Lucas grinned, "What about you? I know it's a sensitive subject, but I know you've met your dad. Does he paint as well as you? Does he even paint?"

"I thought I told you the story! Well, yeah, he can paint."

"You never told me the story...,"

Then they went on. And on. And on.

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"Okay, we're stopping."

"What? Why?" Maya said groggily.

"I'm tired. You are exausted. We're stopping."

"Fine. You have to carry me in though."

"Ugh, Maya. Fine."

"Yay!"

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Maya was intangled in his arms. She remebered his scent all throughout the trip. He smelled of clean sheets and cologne.

She loved this. She loved every minute. Lucas's steady breathing and holding her tight, gentle enough not to break her.

He had always desribed her as beautiful and stubborn. She had always got her way. Not that he didn't love her stubborness. It was cute when she got mad at him. When it was something stupid, she wouldn't even have a frown (she'd frown at first but break into laughter). She would try to be mad but she could never take him seriously. When they were invited to a wedding and he wore a suit (he never wore a suit), Maya laughed. Lucas's confidence went down. Maya apologized frantically, in between snickers.

But she breathed peacefully, looking at him with wide eyes.

She was surprised he hadn't woken up by now. She had moved a lot, trying to get a look at him.

He shifted and opened his eyes a bit. Closing them again, he began to speak.

"You have to stop this." Lucas sighed.

"I tried not to wake you." Maya answered.

"Okay, what's on your mind?"

"What makes you think I have something in my mind?"

"Because you can't sleep. Darling, I know a lot about you." He had a smirk on his face, his eyes now wide open.

"Like what?" She scoffed.

"Why do you sound so surprised? Anyways, I know that you love France and want to spend a summer in Paris," he imitated a French person saying Paris, Pa-ree, "you absolutely love it when I call you 'darling', and-"

"Okay, okay. I was just thinking."

"Abou what?" Lucas asks.

"About us."

He pauses, the starts to breathe again, nervous, "If I make you unhappy, all I want for you is to be happy, and if you think I would leave you-," He was sitting up now. Wide awake. Once again cut off by Maya.

"Geez, Lucas. It's not bad. I was just thinking about how, we are infinite. And I'm not trying to put some John Green bullshit or something as our epic love story, even though he is amazing in every way, we are infinite. Our love just keeps going around in this little circle, never ever stopping and going to another circle. It may go slow at times, but then there will be this moment and it'll speed up again. And I just love you so much. All I want is for that circle to get bigger and bigger, and our love to get faster and faster. Also, it's 1:00 AM, and I may be crazy, but I-I-,"

"Maya?"

"I just love you, a lot, okay?" She smiled, taking her hand and putting it on his cheek.

"I love our 1:00 AM chats, by the way."

"Me too. Good night."

"I love you." Lucas said.

"Mm-hmm."

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lol... sorry for the feels... just kidding i'm not. reviewww and tell meee what you think. pleaseeeeee.