Laya/Lucaya Oneshots

Feelings

To understand some of the flapper language, you can look up each word on google.

Enjoy!

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College. Halloween parties. Everything. Goes. Wild.

Over the years, things got a bit different. Farkle + Riley + Harvard = college marriage and pregnancy. Maya + Lucas + NYU = friends. Farkle = loving dad, husband, and businessman/student. Riley = loving mom, wife, friend, and student. Lucas =quiet(er) friend, still a Texan, student, and occasional party-goer (Mr. Lightweight, as they called him). Maya made the most drastic change.

Maya = partier, rebel, occasional one-night stander, and queen of the middle finger.

Maya walked into the frat house. She groaned at the sight of twenty cats and a few chicks who just looked like flat out sluts. She walked to the kitchen, which had a few bar stools, beer, wine, and a guy who looked like he was blackmailed to be the "bartender" (nerd, obviously). She sat at a stool and wondered if anyone would recognize her costume.

"My, your costume's just the bees knees." Lucas smirked.

She smiled. "For a cowboy like you, flapper lingo's flowin' from your kisser faster than a sinker in stir."

He grinned. "Faster than a doughnut in jail?"

"I'm working on it okay?" They laughed.

"Seriously, where did you get the costume?"

"Etsy and Michelle Phan can work wonders. The hair took me two hours, since I didn't wanna wear a wig. I'm throwing it back to the Roaring 20's and to eighth grade."

"You look great."

"Thank you. What are you this year?" She asked, staring at his tux.

"See, I was going to be a cowboy, but Missy the gossip queen told me you were being a cowgirl, and that we shouldn't look like a couple and that I should be Leo DiCaprio Great Gatsby era."

"Missy told me that you were being a cowboy and asked what I was going to- oh."

"What?"

"She set us up."

He smiled. "That doesn't mean we can't have fun."

"No one's dressed for the era."

"Then, it should just be me and you." He held out his hand. She took it and went out to the entry to dance.

"I thought you were a flat tire but it seems you're quite the Oliver Twist."

"Same goes to you, bearcat."

After a while, Maya lead him to the kitchen for drinks.

"Got any wine?" She asked the bartender.

"Mostly liquor or beer, but there's a bit of champagne."

"Could you get two flutes and add something a bit stronger to each one." She winked. Seconds later, two glasses of champagne were in her hand, and she was standing next to Lucas. He look one before drinking it straight and setting it on a table. Maya drank hers before a Justin Timberlake song blew through the speakers. Maya dragged him outside. Lucas had his hands on her hips. They danced. They took turns drinking whatever they could find.

Eventually, Maroon 5 had everyone dancing sexily. Lucas grabbed Maya by the waist. Her smile sent shivers down his spine.

"Aren't you quite the Sheba."

"Bushwa."

"I'm serious. You're quite hotsy-totsy."

She blushed. "If we're being honest here, you're quite the Sheik yourself."

"How 'bout ya give me some cash." He whispered in here ear.

She giggled. "Fine." She grabbed his face and kissed him. They kept on kissing.

He looked in her eyes. "I love you." He said, adoringly.

"I love you too."

"I have a ring in my pocket that I was saving for a few years, but I think we should get married."

"Right now?"

"Right now." Lucas scrambled to find his phone. He called the state. Lucas and Maya got in his car, still a bit dizzy. He drove to the state where they signed the papers, and were legally Mr. and Mrs. Lucas Friar. Lucas hit up a party store before driving them both to a cheap 24-hour jeweler. They both got the cheapest bands they could find and headed back to the party.

"She said yes!" He exclaimed, walking through the door.

Maya took someone's glass and guzzled it. "Now for the fun part, the honeymoon."

Lucas smiled. He took her up to a bedroom and unzipped the delicate dress. The rest is history.

~

Maya sighed, trying to remember the events of last night. She rolled over, finding someone in her bed.

"Lucas?!"

He awoke. "Maya?!"

Maya sprung out of bed. Lucas eyed her up and down. Maya gulped, realizing that she was undressed. Lucas put the pieces of the puzzle together.

"Did we?"

"I think we did."

"Oh boy."

"God, this can't be happening. We're friends. You're Lucas Friar, and I'm Maya Hart." Lucas glanced at something across the room. He grabbed the paper and his eyes widened.

"Correction: Maya Friar."

"What?"

"Read this." He motioned for her. She gasped. Her hands shook as she held the paper. She dropped the paper and sat on the bed.

"We're married." Maya sighed.

"We had a honeymoon in a frat house." Lucas replied

"Did we use protection?"

"If you take the pill and I see something over there, I'm assuming."

She breathed deeply. "Good."

He held her hand. "We'll make it."

"I know. I've loved you for a long time."

"I've had these feelings for you that I just couldn't help myself anymore."

"Me too." She grabbed his face, just like the night before, and kissed him like she meant it.