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Starry Nights

This fic is set the night the campfire scene happened. They went back to home and it was around 2 in the morning.

I couldn't sleep. Lucas and I, we had an intense moment out there, and I couldn't take it. It just kept replaying in my head, and I guess my brain didn't want it to stop.

I walked out onto the porch, looking out at the sky. The stars looked like they were painted onto the dark sky. Being the nature-freak I was, I stepped onto the grass, before sitting under an apple tree.

"Fancy the view here?" I jumped up from my seat, and looked behind me.

"What're you doing 'ere this late at night?" I snapped, raising an eyebrow.

"Couldn't sleep," he shrugged, taking a seat beside me.

"Why not, Zay?" I pretended to care.

"Because, Maya, you're gorgeous," My eyes widened at his words, and I got lost in thought.

As he moved in closer, I shoved him and stood up. "What the heck, Babineaux?"

"Are you drunk?" I asked.

"Maybe. Hahaha!" He let out a goofy laugh, and by instinct, I called out someone's name.

"LUCAS!" I screeched, hoping nobody else heard.

I backed away, running back to the porch. Zay had locked the door on his way out. Smart boy. I treated it as if Zay was a zombie and I was his next target.

I mean, who knows what he could do to me? He's a 17 year old who's drunk. I could give you a few guesses, but I think it's a bit inappropriate.

In the nick of time, Lucas came out of the house, and threw a punch at Zay.

"Woah! Lucas, usually you did this to people who hurt me," Zay chuckled.

"Get the hell away from us, Babineaux. I never wanna see your stupid ugly face again," Lucas snapped, demanding Zay to leave.

"I would, Friar. I really would. But do you mind if I just sleep here? Thanks," And with that, he was out like a light.

"Thanks for saving me, Huckleberry," I said quietly.

"No problem, Maya. What're you doing out here, anyway?"

"Thinking..." I trailed.

"About what?" He asked cluelessly.

"About what happened earlier," I quickly finished.

"Oh, that, yeah I couldn't sleep because of that too."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah," He scratched the back of his head awkwardly, before continuing. "Hey, how 'bout I bring you to my old treehouse?"

"Alright."

He grabbed my hand and led me to a large and old oak tree behind the house.

"Wow, Lucas. This is," I said in awe, as he pulled me up.

"Yeah, I built this with my dad and granddad when I was little. I stayed up here to watch the stars," He explained, leading me out onto the "balcony".

"Well, how 'bout we do that right now?" I began to lay down a mat i found behind the entrance towards the "balcony" and sat on it.

I patted the seat beside me, saying, "C'mon. Let's look at the stars."

"Well, when you put it like that, how can I turn down such a beauty?"

"Shut it, Mr Perfect," I chuckled.

"If that's what makes you happy," He tipped his imaginary cowboy hat, "Ma'am."

"I'm never gonna get to you, am I?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Never in a million years, Pancake," he said, as he leaned and gave me a nice sweet peck on the lips.

So this is what starry nights get you? Let's
hope for more.

[so... how was it? yay. okay byee. im in school haha]