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you're a sweetie pie n ilu

I honestly could’ve answered this six days ago when xKit says that you asked it if someone hadn’t taken my things, but I say thank you to you now in hopes that you’re not far gone from my blog because I took ages to respond thanks to Huckleberry because it’s all his fault.

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When are you and Lucas gonna get together!!

Whenever you can convince that little farmer to agree to a winter wedding.

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Officially holding a TMI Tuesday or an Honesty Hour or whatever else bullshit excuse I need for people to cure this underlying boredom I’ve felt lately because a certain unnamed Eagle Scout (Lucas) has finally given me my phone and laptop back after keeping them hostage for a week. Why, you ask? Because he felt that we should ‘enjoy life beyond our screens for at least a few days this summer, Shortstack’. 

In related news, if anyone needs a phone, I’m planning on selling Lucas’s on eBay for cutting my lifeline to Riley for over twelve hours.

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Meme Monday | 7.27.15

Better late than never, am I right?

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Day 17 of 104

Lucas: Lucas realized that he went about his emotions the wrong way. Maya went through recognizing her feelings for him like a person went through the stages of grief. First was denial. Lucas would never try to rush someone through the stages or grief so why should he try to rush Maya through her stages of liking Lucas as more than just a best friend. He squeezed her hand lightly in response. "Purely platonic hand holding that best friends do," he repeated with a nod. He was getting the hang of how she worked. This was an unexplored side of Maya for him. So far, so good. "And then purely platonic lip locking at the bridge." He sounded teasing. He was trying to leave the mood light. He parallel parked a little bit away from the bridge so the two could walk their way to their destination. Getting out of the car, he opened the passenger door for her as well and offered his hand to hold. Purely platonic hand holding along with purely platonic lip locking seemed like a good enough combination to him. 2 minutes passed and there they stood on the bridge, padlock dangling from Lucas's finger. "So walk me through this whole thing, Maya Papaya."

Maya: She grabs the padlock from him, turning the little key in the bottom and opening it with a small smile. "So, we take this together." She grabs his hand and places the key in it, closing his fingers around it before she continues. She strides towards the railing of the bridge, searching for the perfect spot. "And then we lock it on." She finds it in a corner, tucked away and bare, and she latches the lock on. She moves to Lucas and takes his hand, pulling him towards the edge and dangling it over. Opening his fingers for him, she watches the key fall to the water with a little spark in her eyes. "And then we make sure that it stays there as long as we love each other... which is forever." It almost sounds like she's asking the last part. Her words are hushed and a bit vulnerable, but she still says them because she's with Lucas. If she can't say these things to him this summer, who can she say them to? Riley, but Riley isn't there with her. Riley's having adventures with her family, and it kind of feels nice for Maya to have an adventure of her own for once. "And now it's here. Well, we're here. The two of us. Forever. And every time someone sees that lock and reads our names, they'll think about me and you and the fact that a part of us will always be here." She really wants to kiss him. She knows that he brought it up, but she also knows that she really shouldn't because she needs to figure out everything with him, but she honestly can't think of anything to do other than to kiss him even if it's a terrible move as his friend, so she does. She moves forward and it's all very slow and graceful, bittersweet as she whispers that she's going to be mad at him again in the car before savoring the first proper kiss they've had so far. Their first kisses were full of excitement and little pecks, but this is soft; it holds meaning. And they know it. They know as soon as their lips connect that this isn't just a little platonic kiss. Maya pulls away, her cheeks flushed as she spins her body to move towards the car. She makes it about four steps before she turns around, which is more than she originally thought she'd make while pulling away. She's just so confused with him. She's so confused with her feelings and his feelings and what's going to happen to them, and it shows in her scrunched little face she has facing him. "I... Lucas..." She's trying to find the words to explain herself, but she's falling short because her thoughts occupy wanting to his him and touch him and /she just wants him/. "I need you to promise me that you won't leave again." She finally gets the nerve to talk after taking her steps back to him. "I don't want to be mad at you. I won't be mad at you... I just... Lucas, you scared me. I don't know what to do or how I'm feeling and all you did when I got confused was disappear." She wonders how it must look to any passerby- two teenagers standing full of angst and confused feelings on a bridge in an intimate conversation. They probably seem to belong in a movie. "I've never been afraid of you. I can remember when bringing up 'Texas Lucas' would make people gulp and Riley's eyes get wide because no one knew what you were capable of. No one still knows. But I was never afraid of you. I never saw you any differently. You weren't Mr. Perfect to me, you were Ranger Rick or Huckleberry or HeeHaw or Bucky McBoingBoing or anything else that I call you." She doesn't notice that she's getting closer as she talks. "I'm telling you this now because I don't feel like it'll be easy for me to say it again, okay? So just.. listen. For the first time in knowing you, you actually scared me. You terrified me. I realized how much power you have over my feelings, and when you just didn't answer me over and over, I didn't know what to do. I didn't know who to turn to. I can't handle that. I know my limits, and this summer if it's just going to be us, I can't do that again." She's hoping that he's actually comprehending it all. She's standing and pouring her heart out to him and the ride home would surely be awkward if he didn't. "You promised me that things wouldn't change when you kissed me. You promised me that we would always be best friends, and then you were gone. I'm not going to talk to you if it's all leading up to you leaving like that again."

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Day 17 of 104

Lucas: He rolls his eyes at the Guy Fieri speak. Much like he does whenever she mentions Guy Fieri which believe it or not, is more often than you think a teenage girl would ever /ever/ talk about some middle aged guy who ate food for a living. "I'm not letting you die here, Maya Papaya. Especially not where Guy Fieri sat. Im afraid you're more into him than you are into me." He makes the joke not recognizing that they were just friends still. In fact, they just got out of a huge argument and Lucas is already en route to fuck up número 5. The waitress comes back with their bill and the to go desserts and Lucas manages to not spit out his water at the number on the paper. He slips in his card and places it back on the table so the waitress would know it is ready. Lucas distributes the to go desserts in their respective bags so that Maya gets all the lava crunch whatever's she wishes and Lucas takes him his ridiculous amount of cheesecake and pie. Watching Maya's eyes light up after biting into food had his heart palpitating. "You're adorable, you know that? For a Guy Fieri loving girl, I think you're really cute." They finish up their desserts quickly, Lucas only having a couple bites of his cheesecake and receiving his card back from the waitress. They leave the restaurant quickly, grabbing his keys and heading to where they parked the car. Opening up the back seat door and placing their bags in the seat, he proceeds to open the passenger side door for Maya shutting it gently once she's in. "Next stop?"

Maya: "You have to bury me here," Maya pushes, "It's my home. This is where I want to be immortalized with my real best friend, Guy." She blushes with his compliments and before she knows it, he's leading her back to his car and she's buckled up. "I believe now you're taking me to the Brooklyn Bridge," she sings, her smile never leaving. She watches him drive and turns on the radio, softly singing along before she notices that he only has one hand on the wheel. Best friends hold hands, don't they? Of course they do. She holds hands with Riley all the time. She loves holding hands with Riley, so holding hands is totally okay with Lucas, too. She just wants to show her gratitude, it wasn't like it was purely because she just was itching to touch him and have some sort of contact besides an awkward one sided hug... even if that was a pretty big part in it. She takes an encouraging breath because this is a friendly gesture. Friends hold hands. They do that, it's a thing. Her fingers inch towards his, hesitating slightly because maybe she shouldn't since they'd just stopped fighting... but he did make comments about her being into him and call her cute because he thinks she's cute, so this wouldn't be the most inappropriate thing in the world. It's really awkward how her hand rapidly slides into her and interlocks their fingers before stuttering out an explanation, but she doesn't care. "I-uh.. Just. Thank you. For tonight and stuff. And since we have a sort of truce until tomorrow when I'm totally going to be mad again, I just want to..." She squeezes his hand during her pause. "...enjoy it. Together. If that's okay." She fears rejection and hopes that he doesn't reject it. "With this purely platonic hand holding that best friends do."

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If you took Sundance on a date, what would it be?

Honestly? I wouldn’t take him out anywhere. It would just be a day in pajamas from sunrise to sunset together. He’s gross like that. We’d wake up in bed together, and I’d probably lick his cheek because he thinks morning breath is gross and unsanitary. He’d make breakfast and I’d sit on the counters pretending to help. Hell, I might even actually try to help and we’d end up having to redo it over and over again before he just instructs me to set the table and get juice. He’d wear that v-neck that he loves from that barbecue spot in Austin that he’s not allowed to wear in public because of the hole in the collar and stains scattered, and I’d wear one of his sweaters because I love keeping my house freezing all the time. We’d paint portraits of each other doing weird things in my living room with the paints Mr. Matthews got me last Christmas, and we’d just laugh the entire time. Plus, we’d use his Netflix account to marathon all of Parks and Rec, even though he got me my own. For lunch, we’d order Chinese and spend half an hour trying to figure out the perfect angle to throw pieces of chicken into each other’s mouths at. We’d be able to kiss and touch and cuddle and anything that we want to do. He’d probably plan something after lunch. There aren’t too many days together that I’m allowed to plan. Casanova likes being the one to impress me with his plans. It’s alright, though. I wouldn’t mind. He gets his cute little smirk when he surprises me and he gets so excited to see me excited. It’s one of my favorite things. He’d plan out afternoon activities and snacks and dinner and movies and bed. I’d love it. It’s whatever. It doesn’t matter whatever I’d do for a date. I wouldn’t even take him on a date. 

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MEME MONDAY

Posted already for your enjoyment.

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Does Lucas send you good morning texts?

Every morning like clockwork. I swear he has it automatically set up or something.

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Have you and Lucas played truth or dare before? If so what was the "dirtiest" thing ya'll did.

Okay, so when we were fourteen we got dared to do seven minutes in heaven at Missy Bradford’s end of summer party. Everyone literally forgot about us after like ten minutes locked in, but it didn’t matter because we spent three hours playing monopoly without even realizing it. They only got us out because they heard me picking up the board and throwing it at Lucas while screaming at him for cheating like the scum on Earth he was that night and I would’ve killed him had they not dragged me out.

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Are you aware that you are being filmed every day of your life and millions of people are dying for you and Lucas to become a couple including me

Whatever, but what I’m getting from this is that I’m not the only one that thinks that Lucas is so annoying like 99.999% of the time because I can’t be the only one.

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Meme Monday | 7.20.15

:) oglucasfriar

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Day 17 of 104

Lucas: Lucas's eyes light up. Kid in a candy store meets kid on Christmas morning. He tries to play off his joy as content. "Yeah, sounds good to me," the boy mutters, leaning back in his seat. He runs a hand through his brown locks and takes a deep breath. He feels a weight lift off his shoulders. The tension has cleared and for the first time tonight, things are feeling semi-normal. His stomach rumbles loudly, reminding him to eat the meal before him before it goes cold. He scoots his chair up back to the table and chows down, trying to be polite and neat about it because he knows how long Maya has wanted to come here and he doesn't want to embarrass her by getting them kicked out. He finishes his entree, washing it down with the lemonade she had offered him before because he "likes it so much now". Lucas grins at her, wiggling his eyebrows. "Ready for dessert?" Sure she was going to get her 10 cake pops but he was also going to order himself something. Probably a whole cheesecake to take home. Maybe two whole cheesecakes because anyone who met Lucas Friar knew that he was a big fan of cheesecake. And also French silk and pecan pie. The waitress was soon around again to collect their cleared plates. She seemed relieved that she wasn't catching them in an awkward position this time. "Dessert?" she asked, batting her eyelashes at the couple. "The blonde beauty will have 10 cake pops and a lava crunch cake, was it? But that crunch cake is to go. I'll have two cheesecakes to go. One Oreo and the other caramel turtle. If I could also get a pecan pie to go, that would be wonderful," Lucas spoke smoothly, passing the plates to the waitress with a smile. "Thank you!" he said as she walked off.

Maya: "Huckleberry, you just ordered like seventy dollars worth of cheesecakes and pie," she laughs, rolling her eyes at his flashy action. "I've never been prouder to say that I know you." When all their food arrives, she offers Lucas a cake pop as almost a peace offering considering his desserts were all wrapped up to go with her cake. "We have to eat them at the same time to see each other's reactions. Guy Fieri once ate here and said, and I quote, "Holy cake pops, Batman! We're riding the bus to Flavortown." That's /two/ of his catch phrases in one sitting! He said those words sitting in this very room." Her dimples are very prominent and her grin stretches from ear to ear when she mentions Guy. For every time that she calls that man- or that /guy/, if you will- her hero, there's always a tad bit of truth deep down. He goes around eating food and getting paid for it. That's a pretty okay life if you ask Maya. "I just can't believe we're actually here doing this." She takes a bite from the cake pop slowly, savoring it with a moan at the taste. "Holy shit, I've never had anything better in my mouth besides this entire meal and your sparkling lemonade and the air of this building filtering to my lungs." With all the tension gone, she could finally relax and show how actually genuinely into this night she was at just the mention of the restaurant. "I want to die here and get buried under the seat that Guy Fieri sat it."

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Day 17 of 104

Lucas: Lucas figured he didn't have to fuck it up anymore. In fact, he thinks he did his fair share of fucking up. In the past 20 minutes he had fucked up more times than he could count, he was really on a roll. The boy stood up hastily in an attempt to hug her. His padlock fell out of his pocket but to him it went unnoticed as he knelt by Maya's seat and wrapped his arms around her. He squeezed her lightly, not wanting to speak and worsen the situation. She sits, stabbing at the entree she ordered. Ignoring Lucas's puppy eyes quite well. He stands up begrudgingly, dusting the nonexistent dirt off his suit. He sits back in his seat with a sigh, beginning to eat his food. The air is thick with tension and it's making him nauseous. He invited her out only to ruin a childhood dream. Everything seemed to be falling apart. He reaches in his hand to fidget with his trusty padlock. Except it isn't there.

Maya: She starts to break as soon as he hugs her. They're making a scene, she knows it. "What's that?" she asks when she sees the padlock. Maya picks it up before his eyes find it and she immediately finds herself caving to him. Their names are engraved into it and she easily assumes what it's for. She'd talked about Riley refusing to put a padlock on the Brooklyn Bridge with her for months, groaning at the brunette's fear of heights keeping her from trying, and this sly little Casanova was going to indulge her with a stupid engraved lock on that stupid bridge as a stupid sweet gesture. Maya had tons of things that she was dying to do that she hadn't been able to that Lucas planned for her now that she considers it; this restaurant, hiking somewhere that didn't have a Starbucks in walking distance, she could even include going to a farm with him because who didn't want to see Lucas Friar on a farm? She has a tiny smile with a blush creeping at her cheeks as she fiddles with the object. "I'm still mad at you," she tells him, but it's not convincing. Maya grabs her purse to drop the lock inside it and shut it. "But I'm sorry. For being extra mean to you and stuff. You deserve it, and I'm still mad, but...this was sweet. This /is/ sweet. And I don't want to fight tonight. Tomorrow? Definitely. But I'm done for tonight and so are you." She takes another bite, her harsh stabs easing up while her expression lightens. "We're gonna eat and have fun and then we can go to the bridge." The tension is still present, but it fades with each word. She could tell that he didn't have anymore fighting in him, and she was definitely fed up with it. There was no reason they couldn't enjoy the night considering itd be the only time in who knows how long they'd be able to afford to go together.

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Day 17 of 104

Lucas: Lucas shook his head at her. "You don't have to say anything more to get it through my head. You talk like I haven't been beating myself up about it for the past 10 days, which I have. I wasn't upset with you for not wanting a relationship but I wasn't going to be a friends with benefits thing." The more he defended himself the dumber it sounded. Both were hurt in the process, that couldn't be denied. He didn't want to talk about it anymore. He wanted to be with her right now and laugh. He wanted to make her smile. Right now, he would've even give in to a winter wedding just so their tension could melt away like the ice sculpture would eventually even during their wedding because honestly, things were going to heat up during the festivities and the sculpture had no way of surviving that. /Anyway/, he was genuinely fed up with fighting. Already. It hadn't even half an hour. "Fine, Maya. Leave then," he said, crossing his arms across his chest. He watched her face carefully. He watched her eyes to see if they lost their mischievous sparkle. They did. In fact there may have been some tears starting to form. "Maya, I was kidding. It was in poor taste for me to joke, I know." The waitress came back with their entrees. Great timing.

Maya: "Oh." Maya's taken back by his response. She expected a smart little remark, probably a mumbled insult. Anything but a challenge to leave. With her food set in front of her, she tries to force a smile. She tries to fight back the tears she was sure we're showing in her eyes because she'd done nothing but cry over Lucas the past week and a half, what made him continuing to be an ass any different? The waitress gives an awkward courtesy smile, noticing the tension as she takes the appetizer plates away to make room on the small table for the pair to enjoy their meal. "You know, yet you still did it," she mumbles. She considers just getting up and leaving. She honestly wonders what the cons of standing up and taxiing home are as she takes her fork to pick at her food. She wants to just enjoy the night. She wishes none of this had ever happened and that they could be smiling and laughing with each other. "You know, when I was younger and I wanted to come here, I literally would dream about it. It was just that silly little thing to tuck away. A type of hope with the guarantee that it'd never come true because honestly, no matter how much I work I can not afford to get out here, eat, find my way home, and tip every person with a badge because they do everything here." A bittersweet smile spreads to her lips. "I give you props. You still manage to try and ruin it. The one dream I've stuck with from the second I set my eyes on it, as stupid as it is, and you try to ruin it with your short temper and inability to handle the jabs I throw at you for your childish actions." She picks up her knife, slicing into her meat with her eyes set on the plate. "I'm not letting you ruin it. If you beat yourself up so much, you would've called." She's a lot calmer than expected when she shrugs, almost playing it nonchalantly. "You would've texted me and told me that you just needed more time. I would've understood, y'know. I would've let you take two weeks, three even, if that's what you needed to feel better because you're still my best friend. But you didn't text me." Her bites turn more into stabs at the plate. "You didn't call or snapchat or message me or fuck you could've posted a status about it as angsty as you are and I would've understood." She starts to sound more hurt over angry as she continues, still holding her composure.