i – “I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified.” (32)
So there were these drabbles I reblogged here and people send me requests for 3, 14 and 27 separately, so I was going to write them. But then someone send me a request for these same 3 as well as 32 and 38, so for some reason I decided to make all 5 in the same story, like as five chapters of a fic. Anyway, I’ll post the chapters separately/in answer to the asks and then all together, so read them separately or altogether, whatever you want. Anyway, here is chapter one. I’ll try to post chapter two on maybe wednesday? I’ve written the first three, anyway.
“Move over, huckleberry.” Maya grumbled, shoving an elbow into his side.
He frowned. “I’m already on the end of the couch.”
“Fine.” She rolled her eyes, twisting her body around so that she was lying with her back against his knee.
“Ever heard of personal space?” He glared.
She opened her mouth to retort, but before she could he moved his knee down suddenly, so her head fell back into his lap.
“Hey!” She cried. She tried to get up, but his hands were trapping her wrists by her head, and his own head leaned down closer to hers.
“There’s plenty of room on this couch for both of us.” He told her, head inches above hers. For once, she was speechless, her eyes wide and mouth slightly open. Her heart beat increased, to the point where she wasn’t sure if she liked it or not.
His hand traced a pattern on hers absent mindedly, leaving tingles behind it.
Oh yeah. She definitely liked it.
“Um… guys?” Riley asked tentatively
The two of them jumped when they realised they weren’t alone, and Lucas released Maya. She sat up, this time in her own section of the couch. Zay was smirking at the two of them while Farkle rolling his eyes (this happened almost every day). Riley just looked confused.
“Maya, can I talk to you for a second?” She asked with a slight frown. Not the annoyed kind, but the kind she wore when she was trying to figure out a particularly difficult problem.
“Sure,” Maya shrugged, getting up and ignoring everyone’s glance at her. She walked past Lucas, nudging his legs to move them off the table (thankfully he didn’t protest) and following Riley out of the door to the entrance to Topanga’s.
“What was that?” Riley asked.
“What?” She feigned confusion.
“You know what, Maya.”
“It’s how we communicate, you know that, Riles.” Maya told her friend with an eye roll.
“That’s the problem. You always act like that, and it’s always been… odd. But today, there was something else going on.”
“You could cut the tension with a knife. Sexual tension, I should say.” Riley answered. Maya’s eyes widened.
“But that’s not all it is.” Riley continued as if she hadn’t heard her friend. “It’s not just lust, it’s…” She trailed off.
“What, love?” Maya snorted, expecting Riley to add in her giggle.
“Love?!” Maya yelled.
Riley shrugged, not even phased. “Maybe.”
“That’s ridiculous!” Maya snapped.
Truth was, she wasn’t angry at Riley for figuring it out. She was angry at herself for loving Lucas.
“So you don’t love him?”
“I-“ Maya hesitated. “I would have to be crushing on him to do that.”
“You hesitated.” Riley noted. “And you did have a crush on him, remember?”
“What, so you reckon that developed into love over time?” Maya rolled her eyes.
“I don’t!” Maya screeched.
“Don’t get angry, Maya. Just deny it.” Riley answered calmly.
“You- you- no!” Maya growled. She couldn’t deny it, and Riley knew it. “What do I do?”
“Tell him.” Waas Riley’s simple answer.
“How? He doesn’t feel the same way!” Maya snapped, frustrated.
“You don’t know that. Besides, you weren’t the only contributor to that tension in there.” Riley smirked.
“What, so he only wants me sexually?”
“I told you, peaches. That wasn’t the only tension in there. There were so many feelings floating around that I needed some fresh air – and some confirmation from you. Which I got.”
“Smug doesn’t look good on you, Riley.” Maya muttered darkly.
“What was that, Maya?” Riley beamed.
“I can’t tell him.”
“You’re scared.” Riley deduced.
“What?! No-“ Maya glared.
Riley gave her a Look, and Maya relented. “Fine, I’m scared.”
“Of what, Lucas? He’s basically a kitten.” Riley laughed.
“I guess so, but…” Maya trailed off.
“Face your fears, Maya. Even if your fears include a six foot cowboy that’s scared of sheep.”
Maya didn’t reply, instead stomping back inside. Riley followed her with a bounce in her step, now that her problem had been solved.
“Huckleberry, I need to talk to you.” Maya didn’t look at Riley, instead standing in front of the cowboy.
“Do I have-“ Before he could finish, Maya had yanked him up by the shirt and dragged him outside. “To.” He finished.
“It isn’t working.” Maya told him calmly.
“What isn’t?” He asked in confusion.
“Us. Pretending to be friends. It’s not working. Riley noticed something.”
“You think we should break up?” Lucas frowned.
“I think we should tell them.” Maya looked up, seeing his eyes widen.
“You think they’ll be okay with it?” He looked hesitant; they’d gotten so used to hiding it that revealing it to the world sounded terrifying at best.
Maya laughed. “Given that Riley was the one who told me to come out here and tell you I love you, I’d say she’s okay with it.”
Lucas didn’t answer, and Maya frowned. “Lucas?”
“Love?” He asked.
“What?” She looked up again, catching his gaze in hers.
“You love me?”
“What? No-“ She tried to find the words, but they caught in her throat.
“Maya?” Him just saying her name made her knees tremble and her heart beat faster.
“I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified.” She admitted, looking down at his feet to avoid eye contact.
She felt his hand on her chin, dragging it upwards to stare back into his eyes. “Then I guess we’re both terrified.”
Their lips met in a kiss, one of passion and love and lust and all the emotions they were feeling.
“Finally!” Riley squealed inside Topanga’s, where she was peeking out of the window with Zay and Farkle.
When they finally had to break apart for breath, Lucas traced patterns on Maya’s hands absent mindedly – something he tended to do a lot, unbeknownst to him.
“Wow, Maya Hart is afraid of something,” he mused.
“Shut up.” Her words were muffled by his chest as she leaned against him.
“Make me.” He smirked.
“Happily.” She stood on tiptoe, bringing her lips up close to his and-
“Hey!” Lucas yelled, as he felt the small hands of one Maya Hart tickling him, right where she knew was his most ticklish spot. “Stop!” He tried to contain his laughs, but couldn’t stop them.
“What’s the magic word?” She teased.
“I love you?” He looked at her with puppy dog eyes, and she grinned back at him, stopping.
“And I love you too.”