Lucas frowned, his brows scrunched closely together, staring worriedly at the bright blue eyes gleaming brightly up at him. He could only guess how he looked like at the moment; probably red, awkward, and stiff. He couldn't help it. Not with how close the blonde was to him. He could feel her body heat with how close they were.
"Maya..." He had began, trying to piece up the correct words together to form a sentence. He swallowed. "What is this for?" He asked pointedly at the measuring tape spread accordingly to the width of his arms.
The blonde thought for a while, avoiding his gaze, before looking up to his eyes and smiling brightly. "It's for a shirt." She said simply, quickly returning to take proper measurements.
The boy raised a brow at her, putting his arms down to his sides. "Couldn't you have just asked for my size?" He asked, watching her with intent as she scribbled down his measurements on her notebook.
She simply smirked, keeping her gaze on her notebook as she answered. "I'm going to make the shirt." She said. "So, this is special."
A small smile marred his features as he took a small step towards her, trying to get a peek at the notebook. "Who's it for?" He sang.
The girl simply snorted, pushing her black framed glasses up the bridge of her nose as she proceeded to draw a sketch of the would-be-shirt. "It's for someone else, Hop-A-Long~" She sang, glancing up his way momentarily. "Don't get all coy, now." She teased pointedly at the light blush that crept its way up on the boy's cheeks.
"Wha-" He stopped mid sentence, feeling his cheeks get warmer. He bit back a smile. "My birthday isn't for a few more months." He said, trying to turn the tables. "What's the special occasion?" He grinned.
The blonde rolled her eyes, plopping down on her bed. "It's for someone else." She said simply, eyes glued to her notebook.
He frowned slightly. "Then why am I here?" He said, a tad irate.
"You're the only person I know who's close enough to the size I'm looking for." She tilted her head to the side doe-like, eyes still glued to her notebook. "Besides," She paused, looking up to grin at him. "You were free."
He crashed on her bed next to her with an exasperated sigh before rolling on his back and looking at her. "How are you so sure I was free?" He began, resting on his side, head propped on one elbow. "I might have had something to do." He paused, a small smile forming on his lips. "I might have had a date-"
She snorted again, throwing her notebook and pencil to the side of the room and sitting on her bed with crossed feet. "No you don't." She smiled. "I know you." She said a matter-of-factly, locking eyes with him.
His smile brightened slightly before realizing how lost he has gotten in her eyes. He cleared his throat, his smile unfading. "Oh yeah?" He challenged, sitting upon her bed, legs spread out comfortably. "What's my favorite color?"
"Blue." She answered quickly, smirking proudly.
His smile widened, heart beat rising slightly. "Why?" He asked.
She shrugged. "You never really told me why." She said. "Could the reason be it's because it's the color of my eyes?" She smiled teasingly and playfully, throwing her legs over the side of her bed and walking towards the door, before turning back. "Mango?" She smiled.
He nodded slightly with a bashful smile, watching her leave the room. As soon as she left his view, he plopped back down with a satisfied sigh.
It's been hours since Lucas and Maya finished taking measurements for the shirt the blonde had been wanting to make. The sun has gone down and the two teenagers were sat closely together on the blonde's couch, watching a movie in the dark.
'I can't live like this.' The man stood in front of his begging and crying wife, expression dark and frustrated. 'There's no future for either of us if we stay like this.' He said sternly before turning his back.
The woman held tightly unto the back of the man's suit, protesting loudly as tears streamed down her face. 'You can't leave us just like this!' She cried, wrapping her arms around the man. 'I need you!' She sobbed. 'We need you!'
Tensed silence befell them before the man sighed and turned in the woman's embrace. He frowned at the sight of her tear-stained face and reached up to wipe it away. He sighed once more, but before he could speak, a small voice spoke from behind them.
'Mommy?' The owner of the voice stepped closer, but stopped at the sight of the woman's tear-stained face. Then, the child looked at him, confused and clearly about to cry. 'Daddy?'
The man's eyes widened at the sight of the little girl's frightened expression. He quickly stooped down and opened his arms wide open for her.
The little girl did so without hesitation. Once in her father's arms, she was lifted up and held tightly against him.
'Emily...' The man began, tearfully, holding her close, her head at the crook of his neck. 'I'm sorry...' He said quietly, showering the little girl's head with loving kisses.
His wife stared at them with tears of her own, before joining them both.
'Are you leaving again...?' The little voice asked.
The small family pulled away slightly from their embrace as the two adults stared at their child.
The woman gave her husband a small smile, taking one of his hands in hers and holding it tightly. 'We can do this...' She said, her voice begging him to stay. 'We'll make it through everything life will shove at us..' She said quietly, placing a chaste kiss on his hand, before letting it go. 'We can fix all of this; We can fix us.'
The man looked at her with hesitation, before turning to the now tear-stained child in his arms. His heart broke.
He looked back to his wife before holding the little girl close once more. 'Okay...' He gave her a small smile. 'We'll try to fix this.' He said. 'Together.'
The screen blacked out and the room was enveloped in darkness and sobs.
Lucas stood from his seat quickly and turned the lights on. It didn't take a genius to figure out where all the extra sobbing came from.
Not too far from where he had sat, his blonde friend was curled up, legs pulled in, arms crossed on knees, sobbing quietly.
"Maya..." He called out before sitting next to her and wrapping an arm around her form. "Maya..." He called out once more, trying to get the blonde to lift her head. Once she finally did, he could feel his own heart breaking.
"Why?!" She cried, jumping into Lucas' embrace and sobbing even louder. "Why did he have to leave?!"
He embraced her close, rubbing her back comfortingly. He knew what she meant, and it wasn't anything about the movie they just watched- not all of it at least.
She continued to cry and sob for an hour or so. Somehow they had ended up on her bed, curled up together under her comforter, him holding her close to himself, her neck resting on the crook of his own, and his hands wrapped around her crying form protectively.
Once she finally calmed down, they pulled away slightly, only enough for him to see her red eyes, but he couldn't help but miss the warmth that left him when they did so.
He frowned, brushing strands of her hair that got in the way of her face. "Do you want to talk about it?" He said softly and quietly, almost inaudible, as he held her gaze.
Without a word, the blonde sat up and wrapped her arms around herself. "True story my ass..." She mumbled angrily, glaring at the floor, before turning to the boy with eyes full of new unshed tears. "Why do others always have it easier than me?" She asked, brows furrowed in frustration and anger.
The boy sat up, running a hand through his hair. "Come here." He said, patting his lap. When she obliged, he held her close once more. And she cried again, softer and quieter this time. "We all have our demons..." He whispered, holding her tighter. "No one has a perfect life..."
She pulled back with a glare. "But someone has a great life." She glared. "Maybe it's selfish of me to ask for one, but don't I deserve that for once?!" She hissed, tears still falling. "Someone out there," She began, trying to blink back her tears. "Is living the life I'm supposed to be living, with my father." She cried. "My father left us and started a new family..." She bit her lip, shaking her head in frustration. "My mom and I weren't good enough..." She whispered, falling back into him, crying.
He bit his lip, holding her close again, planting a kiss on her temple. "He's missing out..." He said lowly. "He didn't get the chance to meet you..." He paused, waiting for a response, but none came. "Sure, you don't have the great life you imagined, but you have the kind of great others can only dream of..."
She lifted her head wordlessly and stared at him, asking him to explain.
He gave her a small smile, hands resting on her waist as she cradled him. "People love you." He stated. "You've got amazing friends." He smiled as a small tug on her lips appeared. "Farkle Minkus, boy genius." He smiled. "Riley Mathews, the nicest and second awesomest person you know-"
She snorted, a full smile marring her face. "Let me guess-" She began, hands resting at either one of his shoulders. "You're the awesomest one?"
He chuckled. "Yeah," He smiled. "Lucas Friar- Hee-haw, Hop-A-Long, Ranger Rick, Sundance, Huckleberry-" He paused, watching her grin. "You name it. He's the most awesome, most handsome, and kindest boy you'll ever meet." He grinned.
"He's also really dorky, really corny, and probably the only person who's up to par with me." She smiled.
He smiled back, nodding his head slightly. "Very true."
The blonde threw her head back, laughing shortly before locking eyes with the Texan. Silence loomed in the small room as the two continued to stare into each other's eyes.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
The magic broke and the two snapped their heads towards the open bedroom door.
"Hey," Maya's mother, Katie, leaned on the door frame with a sheepish and almost embarrassed.
The two quickly detangled themselves from each other and stood awkwardly away from one another, avoiding the other's gaze by looking at anything in the room other than the other.
After an awkward moment, Lucas cleared his throat and spoke up. "I-It's getting late." He stammered, quickly walking out of Maya's bedroom. "It's nice to see you Ms. Hart." He bowed his head awkwardly as he passed the older woman, before quickly walking towards the door.
Before the young man could exit the small apartment, Maya ran up to her door frame, hollering at him. "I'll see you at school tomorrow, Sundance!" She smiled.
The young man smiled back before leaving.
The mother and daughter were left in silence, staring awkwardly at each other or something else.
A teasing smile formed on the older woman's lips. "So," She began.
The young blonde rolled her eyes and walked away with a small smile. "It's not what you think, mom!"
"Oh~!" The woman whined, following after her young daughter. "But he's just so cute! Don't you just want to kiss him?!"
Maya stopped abruptly in her tracks, face blushing madly, turning to her mother. "I-I don't!" She protested, determined to stand her ground.
The older woman stared at her momentarily before nodding her head with crossed arms. "How long have you liked him?" She asked. "I thought Lucas was just a friend-"
"That's 'cause he is!" The blonde argued, feeling her cheeks burn. "I don't like him!"
Her mother rose a brow at her. "Really?" Her tone was of disbelief.
The young girl looked away with a scowl. "It doesn't matter." She mumbled.
"Why not?"
"Because it won't happen..." She answered quietly. "I'm not his type." She grumbled, before looking up to her mother. "And you can't tell him that!"
"Wha-" The older woman grinned. "I don't even see your friends much!"
"But I know you, you'll find a way!"
Katie simply smiled.
Maya sighed. "You can't. Okay, mom?"
The older woman simply shrugged, walking away to her room.
The young girl watched her mother's retreating back before quickly following. "Mom?!"
Chapter 3. Are you guys tired of reading this fic already? lol. Please leave a review to tell me how it was and what I could do to make it better.
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