Lucaya oneshot inspired by a Maya Hart quote:
“I watch the light move during the day. And you know what happens at 5:30? You turn gold.”
Summer after sophomore year, also know as Maya Hart’s favorite few months of her life.
Lucas invited his friends, and Maya, who is definitely more than a friend, to stay in Texas for two weeks. Maya has to admit, to Lucas’s rejoice, that the country life isn’t the worst thing when you’re with a bunch of foolish teenagers during summer.
Dancing under the moonlight to the staticky top hits playing from the radio, interlaced fingers while running down the streets in shorts and old flip flops.
Driving down the streets in Lucas’s old chevy that he got from pappy joe, her fingertips surfing on the warm summer air as they drive by. Looking at the trees rush by, golden sunlight peeking through the emerald leaves. Looking over for just a moment to exchange smiles with the boy of her dreams.
Tonight, the escapade is Riley dragging the gang on an evening hike to catch the last few hours before sunset, and Maya getting a scratch on her ankle, along with tired feet to the point that Lucas insists on giving her a piggyback ride.
“How much further Riley? I’m getting tired.” Zay asks an enthusiastic Riley, Smackle’s head falling onto Zay’s chest. Riley isn’t worn out at all, her long brown locks blowing behind her as her red high-top converse pull her up the trail.
“Not much longer. Come on guys, where’s the pep in your step?” She says, turning around briefly and swinging Farkle’s hand as its interlaced with hers.
“I have so much pep, Riles. I’m like, not even tired.” Maya smiles, resting her chin on Lucas’s broad shoulder.
“Yeah, I wonder why.” Lucas laughs, giving Maya a boost, making her giggle as she tightens her grip around Lucas’s chest.
“We’re so close. I promise.” Riley says, everyone continuing to walk.
The six come out onto a clearing suddenly, the trees parting and showing a beautiful view of the enchantingly orange sun as it gets closer to the horizon.
Riley takes off her small backpack and lays down a blanket, sitting down beside Farkle as he puts an arm around her.
“See guys? Worth it.” Riley smiles, Maya hopping down from Lucas’s back.
“Thanks for the ride, huckleberry. But hey, you know what they say, sometimes you are the cowboy, but sometimes you have to be the horse when your girlfriend is too lazy to walk.” Maya nods, the two of them sitting on a picnic table nearby.
“I’m not sure that anyone says that, but I feel like that’s a good thing for me to live by as long as you’re around.” Lucas laughs, putting an arm around Maya and pulling her closer to him as she giggles.
She looks into the sun, the evening light subtle enough that the usual blinding glare only gives her eyes a slight sting.
“What time is it?” She asks, trying to remember this time of day to use in her paintings.
“5:32.” Lucas replies after looking at his watch.
Maya looks at Lucas for a moment, admiring how the orange light illuminates his handsome features. How the Texas sunset brings this warmth into his eyes, the same warmth that Maya sees whenever their eyes meet.
Lucas is perfect, he’s her everything and anything she could ever need. She would never admit it, even though Lucas does every day, but he means the world to her. She feels her stomach twist into a knot, seeing her heart sitting beside her. Her heart as his green eyes stand out strikingly against the orange light. Her heart as a subtle smile lights up his countenance.
Lucas seems to notice her staring, and looks back down at her.
His smile grows before he plants a soft kiss on Maya’s lips, the warmth that Maya finds in his expression spreading through her whole body, making her feel like she took a taste of the sunset.
“What’re you looking at, Hart?” Lucas says quietly, beaming down at the small blonde.
“All of this.. this evening, the sun, the light.. your eyes. Your everything.” Maya says in almost a whisper, Lucas smiling and planting a kiss on Maya’s forehead.
“You’re perfect, Maya. I feel like I don’t tell you that enough, but you’re just.. you’re perfect. Sounds cheesy as hell, but I’m just insanely into you, and I really hope you feel the same way. Because I’ve felt this way since seventh grade, and it’s only gotten stronger.” Lucas says slightly bashfully, Maya smiling inside and out.
“Of course I feel the same. I’ll do you one better.. I kinda love you, huckleberry.” Maya beams.
“Well I kinda love you more than just kinda.” Lucas laughs, Maya jokingly rolling her eyes before Lucas kisses her again, this time more deeply and with more passion.
When they break apart, Maya nuzzles her head into Lucas’s chest, him rubbing her arm.
They sit in silence for a few minutes, Lucas occasionally kissing Maya’s head or rubbing her arm again.
Maya finds herself falling into her own personal heaven, the orange light glowing beautifully, giving her ideas for paintings in which she’ll capture this feeling. This feeling of safety, warmth, friendship, of love. This feeling of love for someone who reciprocates the emotion, someone who she can trust and will always be there for her.
“What’re you thinking?” Lucas says quietly, breaking the perfect silence.
Maya stares into the sun again, the subtle sting in her eyes filling her with a simple thrill.
“I watch the light move during the day. I have since I was trying to paint in seventh grade, and you know what happens at 5:30? You turn gold. Everything does, but it was always just my surroundings that turned gold. The sidewalks, the trees, the railings on my mother’s stoop. But now it’s you. You’re golden, Lucas friar, at 5:30, and no matter what time of day. Every time I’m with you. That’s all I can describe the feeling as.. it’s golden.”