Lumax Headcanons

But the first evidence of love she had was when Lucas had gone to his grandparents home 12 hours away. She had NEVER been this physically affected by MISSING a person. Sure she was a bit upset when she left her California friends and occasionally miss the party members who would go on a vacation when she's cracking jokes but THIS? She felt like she was turning inside out from missing him.

She didn't know how interwined Lucas was in her life until now. Her day would start with going to school with Lucas and end with talking to Lucas. Right now she would sell an organ to have him hold her hand or backhug her. Hell she'll even let him kiss her. But she simply chose to turn over in her bed and scream into her pillow.

After a very boring month, FINALLY he was coming back. He had written in his letter that he'd be home by afternoon but despite that Max sprung up at 7am excited to finally see his stupid face. At 9am, after a lot of fidgeting and pacing, she decided she'd go over to his house to wait even if there was like 5 hours left. She skateboarded to his street and sat on the stairs, waiting. At 1pm sharp, she stood up to hide at the corner of the street where he wouldn't see her. Didn't want him to know she missed his dumbass.

When finally their car came around, she held her breath. When Lucas jumped out with his signature blue shirt and maroon shorts, his skin glowing in the sun, Max's heart skipped a beat.

That's when she finally realized she actually loved this idiot. She wouldn't make it without him.

Whenever they would be walking together, their hands would automatically gravitate towards each other. It was reflex at this point. Just simple palms together hands clasped type of hand holding. Whenever the other would make accomplish something, whether it was Lucas finally managing to nail a basketball throw or Max passing math with a whooping A- after Lucas tutored her, it would be a much longer fingers intertwining, soft smile type of hand holding. If either one of them was distressed or upset, like the time Lucas told the party about the things Troy told him about his skin colour or the time Max revealed about her asshole of a stepfather's actions to the others, the other would gently grab the other's hand and rub their thumb on their knuckles till their breathing soothed and their shoulders relaxed and not leave their side till the night ends.

Overtime the hand holding felt so normal that if Max and Lucas were in the same room and not holding hands even the rest of the party started to feel uneasy.

"Are you sure that everything is okay cause why aren't you guys holding-"

Max never knew what love was. She had no experience of it herself nor had anyone in her life to set an example. If anything, for her love meant danger. Something she struggled a lot with. So when El would force her to watch romantic movies and love stories, she would wrinkle her nose and complain loudly through the entire movie how unrealistic the boyfriends are. No human is that perfect. They only exist in movies.

Now she sits in Lucas's house in his living room and sees him carefully balance a tray on his hands, his tongue sticking out and his eyes focused on the cups of coffee he insisted on making for them before their movie night, hers just the way she likes them. And she didn't even tell that to him, he's just that observant of her. She was astounded the first time when Lucas brewed her favourite coffee and she asked HOW, he simply smiled warmly at her.

He finally puts the tray down carefully and lets out a sigh of relief. He sits beside her, smiles giddily and says, "Okay we have the coffee, popcorn, chips and your 2 blankets cause I know you get cold. Can we start now?"

Max rolls her eyes affectionately and asks, "We do this almost week, how come you're always so excited?'

Lucas just shrugs his shoulders and says, "Cause it's you. I never take my time with you for granted since I know how I felt without it."

That's when it hits Max, Lucas is not like the perfect boyfriend they show in movies.