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It was Halloween and instead of going to the parade, she was stuck at school with her goody two-shoes friends, Riley and Lucas. Needless to say, Maya was extremely irritated. Riley was sitting at the table completely absorbed in some new game on her phone and Maya was totally bored. Not only was she completely bored to death, but it was beyond freezing outside and all she could think about was a nice cup of tea and some blankets. Maya couldn't stand the cold any longer so she got up and walked away from the table, not that Riley noticed, entranced as she was by the piece of plastic and glass in her hand.
As she walked into the musty school building, she vaguely wondered where Lucas was. Janitor Harley waved to her and started complaining about the school's terrible electricity and faulty equipment. His endless chatter began to bother her and as her stomach rumbled, she decided to make a quick run to Starbucks before school started so she could get a quick cup of chai. The closer she got to the end of the hallway, the colder it got, and she wrapped her arms around herself. Her breath was visible and a cool breeze slipped in through the crack of the open door. Why was the door open on its own? Why was the hallway so cold? The heater really must be broken. (Harley was right, she thought, but she would never say that to him.) She started shivering violently and almost decided against the walk but her cravings were too strong.
As she approached the exit, the lights suddenly went off and she was submerged into darkness. "I told you so!" said Janitor Harley from a distant classroom. Although the breeze slipped in from the slightly ajar door, no light found its way in, covering the hallway in a blanket of black accented with the foggy-gray breathing. A flutter of panic flitted through Maya. She wasn't sure why considering the fact that all she had to do was take a few steps forward and walk into the broad (or rather, cloudy and snowy) daylight. But she hated the dark. She really did. She could never fall asleep in the darkness, lest her own mind came back to haunt her. Even at home, it was the lights from the city that always comforted her and tucked her into bed.
She took a deep breath. She was just being paranoid, after all. Who cares if it was Halloween? Big deal. She took a step forward and placed her hand on the door handle. It wasn't the extremely chilling touch of the metal that froze her in place-it was the storage door behind her that burst open that suddenly found her near paralyzed. God, she just really could not stand the dark. Her eyes widened and she stammered, "Is anybody there?" No response. For a fleeting moment, she craved warmth-not the kind from tea, the kind that pools in your stomach as it burns your tongue. No, this was the kind that fluttered around in your stomach and found its way everywhere else,the kind that made you feel like you were floating, the kind that sent a thrill to your body and threw your heart off beat. In short, she craved Lucas' presence. And then she was brought back to her reality-a cold, dark hallway with a Janitor cleaning in one of the classrooms and a faulty, creaky storage door. This was nothing to worry about, she reassured herself. She pulled the door but it wouldn't budge. Of course, it was a push door. (Why push doors had handles on it, she had no idea. Harley was definitely right. This school had some serious issues.) Maybe Riley's clumsiness and endearing stupidity was starting to rub off on her, she thought. She proceeded to push open the door when she suddenly felt a presence right next to her ear.
She turned slowly and let out a blood-curdling shriek at the disfigured, bloody, masked face that greeted her. The flight instinct took her over before her brain did and she did not even wait to see who was behind the mask, although the laugh sounded extremely familiar. She thrusted herself forward into the freezing, immaturely winter day. She tripped over the door frame on her way out and suddenly found herself in the arms of someone else before they both tumbled down into the snow-except the snow felt warm on one side. She lifted her head up then noticed the body beside her.
"Wow, you are certainly making a mess of things, Clutterbucket." Her heart rate had still not calmed down from the scare and seeing him only spiked it up even higher. She said nothing, shivering violently. He sat up suddenly and surveyed her face. "Maya, are you okay?" She shook her head and said nothing. He got up and offered his hand. She rejected and he started at her for a moment before gently seizing her hand and pulling her up anyway. Standing up, she muttered a quick thanks, but she couldn't bring herself to make eye 's not that she was scared of the mask-she just really hated the dark. It always seemed to betray her and her secrets. His hand still intertwined with hers, he stared at her for a moment before pulling her into his arms. She hesitantly wrapped her arms around his but squeezed tighter. Suddenly, Starbucks wasn't so important anymore. Who needed chai when he gave her the same feeling?
But he was Mr. Perfect. And after he (reluctantly) released her from her embrace, he reached into the side of his backpack and pulled out nothing less than a Classic Chai Tea Latte.
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a/n: i'm really sorry i haven't been posting much lately, senior year and all is kinda leaving me with writers' block. i hope you guys liked this one. review and let me know what you think! =) also, check out my lucaya songfics and other fics if you already haven't. thank you for your guys' support! i'll try to get some more drabbles in later this week.