wanderlust-
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vi. the ring
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lucas x maya
"Laura, L-A-U-R-A." Maya said frustuated at the phone. A man had answered the phone.
"My wife, Laura?" the voice said.
"Yes! You're the guy who works at the publishing company!"
"Yes. How'd you know that?"
"I met your wife a few weeks ago. "
"Oh, Laura! I'll pass the phone to you."
"Darling, that you? Maya?"
"Laura! So nice to hear from you! How are you?"
"I'm doing well, how are you and your boyfriend? Luke was it?"
"Lucas, good try though. I was actually wanting to ask you something. I want to propose, but I think it's to soon. Unrealistic, but then again this trip is unrealistic."
"Honey, my life is unrealistic. He loves you, you love him. Do whatever you want, but don't make a mistake. I know I didn't make a mistake. I mean you're older than, though I'm giving you advice. Unrealistic. Sometimes unrealistic is good."
She then hung up.
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"Lucas can you buy those little donut things that I love?"
"Why don't you just come into the store?" Lucas chuckled.
"Ugh, fine."
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"I found them."
Maya walked with Lucas, while he was controlling the cart. They were strolling in a grocery store near their hotel. Finally, they were staying at a hotel with chocolate's on the pillows instead of somebody elses gum.
"Okay, I think that's it."
Maya thought that he would be a good dad. She'd be a horrible mother though. But Lucas kind of made her want to settle down. Far from now. She wants to live her life first.
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Lucas always wanted to have a big family. A daughter to teach how to kick ass, and a boy who'd treat woman right (courteous of Lucas). Maya would teach her boys and girls what feminism is and how to be yourself, to not care about what people think (Lucas of course nodding his head and adding on to her speeches of equality.). Lucas is fine with just her. She's perfect.
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"Hey, you wanna marry me? Maybe get some flowers? Maya Penelope Friar-Hart?"
Too casual.
"Lucas Friar, will you marry me?"
Too boring.
"Ugh."
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Now they were on a windy beach. She wore his big sweater. The cloud was gray, the way she loved it.
"Hey Lucas?"
They held hands. She gave him a tight squeeze. He looked at her.
"I was thinking, maybe if you wanted to-," She stopped. That wasn't the way she wanted to do it.
"Mhmm, maybe, um, if you wanted to like, get married or something? You know with flowers and my name changed to Maya Penelope Friar-Hart. And we'd have something for just like the two of us and then just have a big celebration. I mean your Mom loves me and your Dad once told me that he wanted me to get married to you. And Laura was talking about how sometimes unrealistic-ness is goo-,"
Maya was cut off by a kiss. A wonderful kiss that meant everything and was unrealistic.
But dammit, Maya and Lucas both knew love was unrealistic.
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"Oh fuck, perfect!"
Maya pointed a thrift store, with some clothes that were outside. A pretty white dress was hanging on a hanger.
"Stop!" She said excitedly.
"It's meant to be," said Lucas, "it's fits you perfectly and you look absolutely beautiful in it."
"I love you. Know it's your turn! I want to get married barefoot."
"Okay, I have a tux in the back."
"Who the hell has a tux in the back of their car are you-,"
"I do, Penelope."
"Okay, Ranger Rick. Let's fucking do this! Oh my, God! We're eloping! Holy shit! I love you!" She shouted, once the got into the car.
"Me, too! I love you, immensely, Penelope."
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"Turn left, then another left, one more right, and we're here." She navigates.
"You know what this reminds me of," he looks at her for awhile, "it reminds me of when Cory and Topanga decided to elope."
"Yeah, but we're going through with it, right Huckleberry?"
"Of course, Maya Penelope." He kisses her cheek for reassurance. Not that she need any of course.
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"When do we shop for wedding rings?" Lucas asks.
"When we want to. But I know of some things I want to do." She yawns as he smirks.
"Sleep!"
Lucas wasn't sure if she was kidding or not.
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"It's nice to see you, Peaches." Riley goes in for a hug, Maya smiling as she wraps her hand around her best friend.
She shows her polaroid pictures of their adventures, their wedding. She smiles and says she missed them over and over again.
"Riley, I missed you, so much." She says.
Then, Maya shows her the ring.
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THIS fIC IS ovER.