the only exception, a maya hart story

s i x t e e n

 There, stumbling into the mansion, were Zay and Farkle, hoisting up Lucas with all of their strength.

"What the hell.." I began in utter shock.

As soon as Zay and Farkle crossed the doorway, they promptly dropped Lucas on the floor as he continued to groan and drool.

"This little bitch right here," Zay began angrily, pointing at Lucas on the ground. "got stupid drunk and made us haul him the whole way here."

I stared at Farkle. He returned my gaze guiltily, and mouthed I'm sorry. My eyebrows were furrowed and my lips pursed together the way they always do when I'm frustrated. We'll talk later I mouthed back in return, hoping he understood. He nodded pointedly, and I was filled with sudden anger towards Lucas that he couldn't control himself.

"I think now would be a good time for me to go to bed.." I began as I started back away.

"Not gonna happen!" Zay replied.

"Yeah, you gotta help us drag his sorry ass upstairs to his bedroom," Farkle said, crossing his arms to make a point.

"Fiiine.." I sighed.

After struggling for what felt like hours, we finally yanked our drunken idiot of a friend of the stairs and plopped him on his bed. Mumbling the whole time, he seemed to be trying to convey something to us, but his intoxicated mouth couldn't make out the words to say it. Frustration continued to encircle my mind, and I wanted to strangle Lucas's moronic head.

Farkle and Zay left his room, leaving Lucas and me all alone. Of course I wanted to leave, but my mind was somehow compelling me to stay next to him. God why does he have to be so attractive? His hair was very disheveled and messy, and his eyelashes fluttered as he struggled to stay in the awake world. He's such an idiot. Why would he even get drunk, anyway? He's a smart guy, he's not like this.

"Maya?" Lucas's drunken lips finally formed the word.

"Yes?" I asked, equally disgusted and concerned.

"Are you okay?" he asked, reaching his hands out to grab my face, leading to me promptly swatting them away.

He was like a child. His mind undeveloped and his emotions still intact, unbroken. I couldn't bring myself to just leave.

"Yes, I'm fine," I replied with a faint smile.

A frown crept across his face, but almost instantaneously faded away, turning into bubbly laughter.

"I missed you," he proclaimed as he fascinated himself with the light on his bedside table.

There was so much I wanted to yell at him about, so much I wanted him to explain to me. But I knew he could never do that in his current state of mind.

"Your hair is so soft.." he said, wide-eyed and innocently, as he reached his fingers up to run his hands through.

"Don't tou-" I began, before giving up after realizing he wouldn't care what I told him.

"I'm hot.." he said, whining and tossing his arms up behind his head, falling back on his bed.

"You sure as hell are.." I mumbled under my breath.

He proceeded to take off his shirt, in order to cool himself off.

"What in hell.." I began, as he revealed his overly muscled stomach.

I turned away, to make sure I wasn't tempted, but damn it he looked so good. I began to chew on the inside of my lip like I always seemed to when I was nervous. Running my hands through my hair, I looked out the window, wondering how many girls had been in this situation before, and how those situations had ended up.

"I'm hungry.." he began to whine again.

"Fine, I'll go get you some food," I replied desperately, as I began to stand up.

"NO! Stay with me!" he half-yelled, as he began to stand up on his wobbly legs.

Dejectedly, I gave up and decided to stay there with him. Dashing over to him, I helped him to not fall over and I tried to support him with my tiny body. He turned towards me and looked down into my eyes. His breath reeked of alcohol, yet he still managed to have the aura of Christmas trees and soft laundry detergent on his sweater.

"Will you stay with me?" he asked, with a tipsy edge to his voice.

"I already am," I said, as I plopped him down on the bed and tucked him under the covers of his bed.

He pulled the covers over his head and set his arms above him. As he laid there, he looked like an angel on Earth, with a halo surrounding his innocent head. With closed eyes, he said his last sentence before the booze overtook him into sleep.

"I don't mean right now.. I mean in life.."

And then he drifted off.

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WHAT'D YOU GUYS THINK OF DRUNK LUCAS??????????????

personally, i think he's fucking adorable but don't listen to me, i know nothing.

LOVE YOOUUU :)

- ZOEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE