Lumax one shots

Eye of the tiger (Not part 3)

(Lucas 3rd person) 🤭

He got up from his bed, dragging himself to the mirror. Under his cheeks was red, he had been crying for two days straight. Everyone knew why, he just couldn't deal with it, the loss of Maxine Mayfield. They were having her funeral today, watching her get buried. Her death hurt, it struck him to his core. It hurt like hell.

He checked the date, it was Sunday. Sunday mornings were her favorite, Maxs favorite, it hurt to even think of her name. Lucas had loved that girl with every bone in his body, now she was gone never to be seen again.

He would never see her smile that lit up rooms again, or her beautiful red hair. He would never be able to hear her voice, or see her ocean blue eyes. He could never laugh at her sarcastic remarks again, never hear her call him a stalker, never be able to go to the arcade with her and beat all of Dustin's high scores, never listen to her rant about how much better California was, never be able to comfort each other, never never never again. She was gone. Forever. Permanently.

He thought about the time they used to meet up, he used to meet her down at woods creek road. She did her hair up, like she was famous even though it was only the Wheeler's house they were going.

Now Sunday mornings, he just sleeps in, it Was like he buried all his faith with her. He jumped, hearing his clock chime, indicating it was time to go.

He got into his suit, and a hot tear rolled down his cheek, but this time, max wasn't here to wipe it from his face. He took a deep breath, still staring into the mirror, it didn't seem to work. When it rains, it pours. He clenched his fists, hanging his head down low. He'd do anything to get her back, to hear her again, or feel her sweet kisses on his lips. But he didn't get that relief.

"Lucas, honey, it's time to get in the car." He heard his mother shout, he bit his lip, she was really dead and it wasn't a joke. He wouldn't even be mad if it was a cruel joke, he would just be happy to have her back. More tears came down, he felt someone hug him from behind. He turned around, hoping to see max, but it was his little sister, Erica. He hugged her back, this was the first time she hadn't been calling him something offensive or making fun of him.

He tried to stop crying, knowing that max wouldn't want him to cry, but it was hard, really hard. He let go of the hug, following Erica to the car. He walked down the hallway, everything went dark for a couple of seconds, his clock was ticking. he snapped out of it, just brushing it off. He had severe paranoia after the whole thing. Erica felt for her brother, she really did. She had never seen him this sad.

The car ride was silent, Lucas stared off into space, tears were still in his eyes while his face was expressionless. He hugged himself, staring out the window at the passing cars. They drive by the arcade, and he could've sworn he saw max waiting there at the entrance, her skateboard tucked under her arm. But when he looked back, she was gone, a puddle of red where she was standing. He leaned his head back on the car seat, life wasn't worth living without max, as bad as it sounds, it was true.

The car pulled into the funeral home parking lot, dread filled him. He got out of the car, climbing the steps, and walking into the building, he saw Mikes's car pull in after him. He opened the door, cold air pouring onto him, he saw Max's mother and a couple of other different people. He was silently screaming at a god he didn't know if he believed in.

He sat down, his family sitting down beside him. His heart was in his stomach, Max's mother did a speech, though he didn't hear most of it as he was trying to hold back his tears. "If anyone else has any words, please come up now." Max's mother said, waiting for someone to walk up. The room stayed silent, the room was still. He stood up, slowly making his way up to the front.