complicated [lucaya]

8

**Filler Chapter**

[Lucas' POV;]

After frantically searching my house for thirty minutes, I spotted Josh and felt slightly relieved that he wasn't nearly as drunk as I thought. Looking past him, I noticed that he was holding Maya up. My blood began to boil.

"How much did she have to drink?" I yelled over the loud music.

Josh laughed when he noticed me and patted my back. "Lucas! I haven't seen you all night. Great party."

I rolled my eyes and shook my head at Maya. "How much did she have to drink, dude?"

"Who invited Betty Buzzkill?" Maya slurred her words together and stumbled towards me. She laughed when I had to grab her arm to keep her from falling. "I lost count after six."

Hearing Josh's friends snicker, I snapped at them. "Is it funny?" I looked over at him. "Why did you let her get this out of control? She can't even walk straight!"

"Why are you stressing? This is Hart we're talking about. She's fine."

I looked down at Maya, who was struggling to keep her balance. "Does she look fine to you?"

He laughed and shooed his friends away. "Look, she probably just needs to sleep it off."

"I'm not laughing Josh. What if she did something really stupid? There's no reason for her to be this drunk. I'm just glad she's with you and not some random."

"Exactly. I've been with her this whole time. I'd never let anything bad happen to her." He tried to reassure me. "Just let her sleep in your room."

"I'm not going to take her upstairs while she's like this, and neither are you. That's the last thing she needs right now."

Maya would probably kill us if she woke up in my bed. After the week she's had, it's not an option. "Well we can't take her home. If her mom sees her like this especially since she didn't go home last night I'm dead.

We both looked at Maya and sighed. "Will you take her upstairs? I'll make sure she goes home in the morning."

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The Next Morning...

I placed the water bottler on my nightstand and gently shook Maya. "Rise and shine blondie."

 She stirred around before her eyes finally fluttered open. Looking at me, she groaned and rubbed her forehead. "Not again."

"It's okay nothing happened." I reassured her as I handed her the bottle and an aspirin. "I thought you were supposed to be taking it easy?"

Maya sat up and took a drink of water. "I thought so too. Can you tell me what happened? The last thing I remember is making out with Josh."

"Well according to him you just told really bad jokes and did a lot of laughing. You could barely stand up on your own."

She ran her fingers through her hair and sighed. "I really didn't mean for this to happen."

I rubbed her back as I rested my head on top of hers. "I know. I'm just glad nothing bad happened. I was worried."

"I didn't want Josh to think I was lame." She confessed. "I'm Maya Hart, the party girl. That's who I am."

"That's not who you are Maya. Just because people expect you to lose control doesn't mean you have to."

"But-"

"No buts," She looked me in the eye. "There is nothing wrong with you being sober. You're allowed to have a night where you don't lose control."