Are you the only one?

Chapter 9

We got to my little old apartment I looked for my keys inside my bag and I finally found them. I thought my keys were so cute because they had a little mermaid and a r2d2. I love disney so dam much and its so sad for me to say that ill never be able to go my mom and I don't have enough money to afford a freaked trip their.

"so you like disney?" Lucas asked.

"yes I do I love disney movies. Especially alice in wonderland" i replied.

"Have you ever been there?" he asked me as he was walking in my home without an invitation to stay.

"Nope I freaked wish I would be able to go its so freaked expensive, plus my mom barely makes enough for us. We are stable but not enough to be traveling places or over spending."

"oh I see. Its not even that great."

"you've gone before?" i asked him.

"yeah we went on a family trip over there in anaheim and we stayed a couple of days at the resort. Its not all that great the lines are extra long."

" Well yeah duh its disneyland Lucas everyone wants to go on everything" I laughed at him.

"TSo at what time does your mom get home from work?"

"she gets the night and morning shift so it depends"

"so we have this whole place by ourselves?"

"Hey don't get any ideas" I shrugged my face at him.

"Maya Hart I am not that kind of guy"

"sure your not." I looked at him and he was smirking.

He walked in and sat in the couch

" I like your place it's small and cozy , unlike mine it's big and kind of empty with my mom working all the time ".

"What about your dad ?" I asked.

"He kind of left my mom when I was three , since she was still looking for a job and taking college classes. He couldn't handle the stress I guess and started having problems with my mom . I talk to him though and he sends child support . He is still a part of our life's" he said.

"Hun I got left too". I went into a deep gaze. How come he seemed as fine as he was and I wasn't? His mom and dad still cared about him enough to settle their differences and his dad was still apart of their life's.

"Oh I'm sorry".

I almost shed a tear but I shook it off.

"So would you like to see my room slash art studio?" I asked Lucas.

"How is your room an art studio?" He questioned.

"Well my room is small but it has a glassed balcony. The whole balcony is covered in glass. I can see out but they can't see in. I made the balcony into my tiny studio with art supplies I find from thrift stores." I smiled grabbed his hand a led him up to my room.

I opened the door.

" Wow your room is pretty bright and full with pastels. Can I want into the balcony. ?" He asked.

I walked him into the balcony and opened the sliding door. He inspected every single spot filled with paintings. It was so small only one person could be in there so I waited so I just layed their on top of my bed next to my little guitar.

Lucas was such in awe. He looked so cute.