Lucaya fanfic: late at night Lucas goes to topangas to clear his head on the triangle and runs into maya and they spend the whole night talking and stuff and he makes a decision?
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I don’t know what I like anymore.
The words spin through Lucas’ head for what feels like the millionth time.
I don’t know what I like anymore.
The blunt force of disappointment that hit him so hard in the chest when he heard her utter those words should make this decision easy for him. If anything, though, it just makes it harder.
It makes all of his already confused feelings swirl around with the terrifying possibility that Maya might not feel that way about him anymore and it results in one very confused teenage boy.
One very confused teenage boy who decides to use the spare key to Topanga’s that Ms. Hart (soon to be Mrs. Hunter) gave him in case of emergencies.
He’s never been quite sure what the woman meant when she said emergencies but he figures that the sheer inner turmoil he’s going through constitutes as an emergency.
Lucas is surprised to find the door unlocked and a couple lights still turned on in the bakery. He assumes that Ms. Hart just had a busy day and is late to close up.
His eyes widen when he catches sight of a familiar leather jacket discarded over the back of a chair and his previous assumption is proved so, so wrong when the girl who has been stuck in his head all day turns from her spot behind the counter at the sound of the bell as the door opens.
Wide green eyes meet equally as shocked blue ones and neither of them say anything for a long moment.
Eventually, Maya jerks the spatula in her hand at the oven behind her and manages an, “I’m making cookies.”
Lucas isn’t sure if it’s an invitation but he decides to take it as one and chances a couple steps further into the bakery. When Maya doesn’t say anything to stop him, he takes a seat at the counter right across from her.
He wishes he could say something of value, anything to calm the raging storm he sees in her eyes, but he can’t. So instead he says, “Cookies, huh?”
“Chocolate chip.” She nods, and the small talk might actually be Lucas’ cause of death.
“Maya-” He begins, ready to get to the bottom of this entire ‘identity crisis’ thing.
“Why are you here, Lucas?” She asks, cutting him off the second she hears his voice take that tone. The one that she knows means he can see right through her.
“I- uh, your mom gave me a key.” He holds the key up as proof, “For emergencies.”
“I’m confused.” He figures he doesn’t have anything to hide from her.
There’s a beat of silence and Lucas considers getting up and leaving. It seems like the best choice for both of them at this point but before he can make the move to, she breaks the silence.
“What about me is confusing you?”
I don’t know what I like anymore.
“You’re trying to prove to everyone that you’re something you’re not.”
“How would you know what I am?” It’s sharp and hostile but Lucas doesn’t recoil.
She falters. Lucas can see that much from the way the hard expression on her face slips away and she turns away from him to check the cookies, and presumably collect herself.
“I don’t see how,” she says after she turns around, “because I don’t even know myself right now.”
“You’re Maya.” He says simply. “You’ve always been Maya and you’ll always be Maya. I don’t thin you’re capable of ever being anything other then one hundred percent Maya.”
“I’ve been getting good grades.” She says, and Lucas just looks at her, not quite sure what she’s getting at. “I’ve been dressing like Riley, I like you. Those aren’t things that Maya would do.”
“Maybe not things that Maya in seventh grade would do.” He allows, “But now you’re Maya in ninth grade. You’re different from the person you were then and you’re different from the person you’re going to be someday.”
“So, you don’t think that I turned into Riley?”
“People change people.” Lucas shrugs. “You’d be completely different if you’d never had Riley in your life but, it’s impossible to become someone else, Maya. You have always been so authentically you.”
The look that Maya gives him makes his chest tighten in the same way that it did back in eighth grade when they were trying to save the creative arts and he admitted that he wants her to be happy.
Whatever bubble they had created around themselves pops with the shrill beeping of the oven, letting them know the cookies are done.
“Do you want to go sit over there and have some of these with me?” She asks, holding a plate packed with cookies in one hand.
Lucas agrees, of course, and he quickly finds that when he and Maya start talking to each other, it’s hard to stop.
In fact, it’s nearly impossible to stop.
It feels sort of like they talk about everything there is to talk about while also only scratching the surface.
They cover the best ways to survive a zombie apocalypse, her admittance that she hasn’t slept well since her father left, the top then best comedy movies ever created, his father traveling back to Texas and staying there for weeks at a time, the fact that she’s scared she’ll fail as an artist, and their favorite bands.
Those are only the beginning, too.
It’s not until six in the morning when Ms. Hart walks in on the two sleepy-eyed teenagers with a knowing grin that they find it in themselves to finally get up and leave the establishment.
At that point (to be more specific at about one fourteen am) Lucas has made his decision. He has made the impossible choice.
And, right before him and Maya go their separate ways, he kisses her, soft and chaste.
Because he wants her to know too.
