GMW

She was convinced that she met her soulmate 3 years ago to this very day. They had met at a bookstore while she was shopping for a birthday present for her best friend, Riley. She was shopping in the fiction section, on her hands and knees, because Riley had already read practically everything on the top shelf, when suddenly she felt a leg hit her side and they both toppled over. “What the-”

“Oh God, I’m so sorry. I’m sorr-” They were both attempting to stand up, brushing off the dust and dirt that somehow managed to get all over them during the fall. He cut off when he saw how her hair seemed to glow and her eyes sparkled a little bit. It sounded like it would be out of some cheesy fanfiction, but it was true.

“It’s fine. I’m fine.”

“I’m just glad you’re okay. I don’t know what I would have done if I had hurt you. The bigger you are, the harder you fall.” He was stumbling over his words, blushing like mad. He didn’t know what was going on, but he knew that it was because of this girl.

“I’m Maya.” He just wanted to know what was going through her head. It was almost as if he could see the gears turning in her head.

“Lucas.” It came out strange, like it wasn’t really his name.

“Nice to meet you Lucas. Now if you’ll excuse me-” She bent down to get back to her books, but stopped when she heard his voice again.

“Let me take you out to coffee.”

“What?” Her eyes became squinty, and her right eyebrow raised like he had somehow just asked her an impossible question.

“I want to get some coffee with you.” The astounded look didn’t look leave her face.

“Why?”

“I-you-um. I knocked you over and I want to make up for it.” The blush continued creeping, traveling up his neck and onto his ears.

“Like a date?” She said, smirking.

“I mean, only-only if you want it to be.” She could tell he was flustered, but she found it absolutely adorable.

“Sure, here’s my number. I’ll pick you up at 7 tomorrow. Just text me your address.” She pulled a piece of paper out of her purse, wrote her number on it, winked, and then strutted away.

“Wait- where- I’ll see you tomorrow?” That was the first and certainly not the last that Maya Hart would leave Lucas Friar speechless.

She had left him speechless 6 other times since then.

The next one was that next night. He texted her not 20 minutes after she left the store, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Minutes felt like hours and hours passed like days.

She picked him up at his place at 7pm sharp. She got out of her car, and walked to his front door. She didn’t even have to ring the doorbell, he opened the door right as her heel hit the last step coming up to his porch.

She was wearing a red t-shirt dress, with black chunky wedges, and he was wearing a blue polo and pressed tan khakis

“Hey babe.” she said with a wink.

“Hey,” he said, trying to keep a cool persona (and failing). He had never been called “babe” before.

Her red lipstick matched her outfit perfectly, and her eyeliner could kill. He couldn’t say anything more for several minutes. Which provided perfect material for her to tease him with later.

The 2nd time was when she kissed him (later that night), the 3rd when she showed him her art, the 4th when she sang for him, and the 5th was when she cried in front of him after telling him about her dad.

The 6th was last night.

They had moved in a couple weeks ago after dating for almost 3 years. He had asked her to move in with him after she had already been staying with him for a week. They had been talking about it, so it wasn’t totally out of the blue, but she still smiled every time he said “our apartment”.

“We need more milk,” she said groggily. She was never a morning person, but for some strange reason, Lucas was. To him, it was just natural to get up and do something like shop or workout, but Maya would rather sleep in, and do everything productive around 11 pm. That doesn’t always work for every couple but it never seemed to be a problem with them.

“I feel like we are always out of milk?”

“Huckleberry, we both eat cereal every morning. Unless we get a cow that lives in the living room,” his eyes perked up, and his eyebrow raised in attention, “no,” she interjected, “we are going to run out of milk.”

“I’ll grab some on my way home from work.”

“Thank you,” she said before she blew him a kiss. “Remember that we have date night tonight at Murphy’s.”

“Steakkk.”

“Yes, you can get steak.” She got out of her chair, her messy bun bobbing as she trudged over to him. “I love you babe. Have a good day at work.”

“Love you too.” He kissed her on the forehead and walked out the door.

She immediately perked up. “Time to prepare,” she muttered to herself. Lucas was under the impression that it was just a date night and that she would be heading into work in about a hour, but she had requested the day off, and was planning a special night. She had been thinking about it for a while, but had finally decided to propose. Nontraditional, maybe, but when had they ever been traditional?

She still had a few things left on her to-do list, she had to pick up the rings, grab some sunflowers, and pick up her dress from the dry-cleaners. She went around the city, almost in a trance, just imagining what she’s gonna say. She had never been great with words, but for some reason, everything just flowed when he was around.

She got everything ready at the restaurant, one of her best friends owned the place, and it was their date night destination every 2nd Friday of the month. They got a discount, which she liked, and he got steak, which was his favorite. She wanted to make everything seem as normal as possible, so she just texted him that “hey, work is running late, so I’ll meet you at the restaurant at 6. I brought clothes with me. hope you’re having a good day. love you.” This wasn’t really unusual, sometimes working in an art gallery made you run a little late. He sent her back a “k love you <3” and her plan was set into motion.

She started getting ready at 4:30, doing her makeup and slipping into her dress. At around 5:15 she headed over to the restaurant, arranging the sunflowers and her rings to where they needed to be. At 5:45 she went into the bathroom to give herself a pep talk.

“He loves you. You love him with all of your heart. Just follow your plan and say what you feel and everything will be alright.”

She headed back to their table, and texted him that she was there a little bit early, and that they were at their usual spot. He arrived about 5 minutes later, and walked over. He was wearing a black suit that perfectly matched her red dress that was snug around her hips, and matched her lipstick once again.

“Hello Maya Penelope Hart. You look gorgeous tonight.” He had a smirk in his eyes.

“Why hello Huckleberry McBoingBoing. You look quite dapper yourself.” They sat down at their table, and their usual waiter came over.

“The usual?” she said.

“Of course,” Maya said, giving the waiter a wink. The waiter walked away to the kitchen, and Lucas started talking about his day. Everything was going to plan.

Soon the waiter was back with his steak, and her pasta. “Here’s your meals. Hope they taste delicious.” Another wink was exchanged. Lucas raised his eyebrow at her as the waiter handed her a book along with their food.

“You might wonder what this book is. It’s the book I was grabbing when you first fell for me.” She giggled at her own pun. “Ironically, it was ‘How to Fall in Love in 10 Easy Steps’. I came back to that store later that night and bought it. I’ve been paging through every page since then. Marking it up and writing in our stories that matched all of their steps. I’ve loved you for a long time now. I haven’t needed to pick up this book in over 2 years. I picked it up last week to read through what I wrote in it, and started laughing and crying at how much we’ve learned and grown. We still argue about buying milk, and laugh at how sappy ‘The Notebook’ is, but now we live together, and I want to spend every single day with you for the rest of my life.” She got on one knee, pulled a box out of her purse, and wiped a tear out of her eye (good thing she put on waterproof eyeliner and mascara). “Lucas Friar, my Huckleberry, will you marry me?”

And for the 6th time after first meeting her, he was speechless. He could only say one word. 

Part 2 to my mini-fic series. It’s been busy with school, but more should be up soon! Hope you all enjoy!

It was the night of the Gala that Lucas had been planning for months. He had been a vet for two years, and decided that he wanted to raise money for abused animals. Maya was so unbelievably proud of him, but she was so tired of him being stressed out over it .

“Babe, everything is going to be perfect.” She said, getting out of bed. As his wife, she felt like it was her duty to make him look great as a vet and as her husband. 

“I know, but I just can’t help seem like I’m missing something.”

“What else could be missing? You have the music, the venue, the food, exactly what you need to host a Gala.”

“I don’t know what I would do without you.” She chuckled at the statement, usually it was the other way around.  

“You know what you need? Some huckleberry pancakes.” It had become term of endearment between the two; he was her huckleberry, and she was his pancakes. She had found this great diner downtown, one with the greatest huckleberry pancakes that the two had ever known. He had even proposed to her there, with the ring in the pancakes.

“I can’t tell if you mean actual pancakes or something else…” he replied with a wink.

Only he could make her blush like a maniac, and giggle like a little girl.

“You tell me… but I don’t know if I’ll be able to fit in my dress if I eat those pancakes.”

“I still haven’t seen this dress yet.”

“You know that it’s a surprise. I haven’t seen you in your suit yet either.”

“My suit.”

“Your suit.”

“I don’t have my suit.” He was panic stricken, that’s exactly what he had forgotten. His normally tan skin was completely white and bleak.

“Honey, your suit is in your closet.”

“The suit jacket and pants are. But I have no idea where my shirt is. That’s what I forgot.”

“I’m sure you have a shirt around here somewhere.”

“Help me find my shirt.”

“You know, as much as I want to…I don’t want to” She was quite enjoying her view at the moment, his toned abs and back were right there. Who cared if he had a shirt on under that suit? 

They both searched around for a while, when Maya suddenly gasped.

“Is everything alright? Did you find my suit?” She looked up to meet his eyes. “I found my diamond earring!” He rolled his eyes and went back to the closet that he was searching in. “And your shirt,” she hinted afterwards.

“You’re a lifesaver.” She winked at him.

“What’s my reward?”

“Later you’ll get to see me take off the shirt. How about that?”

First one of my mini-fics for today! Hope you enjoy!

As a college student, Maya wasn’t really one to get up and do much during the day. Honestly, if she had her way, she wouldn’t even go to class. Who cares about the hundred different ways to write about Moby Dick, anyway?

Her roommate had a different idea about what the optimal day should be. Every day, Lucas would wake up at 8, brush his teeth, get dressed, workout, change, go to class, workout, then come home and watch some Netflix. It worked for him. He felt productive and isn’t that what matters?

On Tuesdays, Maya didn’t have any classes, so she usually did a little homework, and slept all day. Lucas had morning classes, then a training session with his personal trainer. She happened to wake up early on Tuesday, and to her, early means 11 am.

Lucas stopped by the apartment around noon to grab some food before he went to workout, when he saw Maya on the couch.

“Babe, you wanna come work out with me?”

“By workout, you mean stay on the couch all day, occasionally doing crunches to go get more chips, then sure.”

“Not really, but if you have the sudden urge to come lift some weights or walk on the treadmill, you know where I’ll be.”

Now she wasn’t really one to ever consider going to a gym. She wasn’t a gym person. Big, strong people all talking to each other about how big and strong they are isn’t really her cup of tea. But she also knew that going to the gym meant seeing Lucas sweaty and shirtless, and boy that made it much more tempting.

At the thought of his abs, she got off the couch and got dressed to go work out. She went to the couch to grab her phone and some chips for the ride there, when she decided that she would snapchat him a picture of her in her leggings and sports bra for some ‘motivation’. It took a couple tries to get the right angle, but soon she was satisfied and sent it to him.

She had 10 minutes left in her episode, and she had paused it on a huge cliffhanger, so she decided that 10 minutes wouldn’t be too long, and she would just go to the gym after. Approximately 9 minutes later, she was snoring on the couch. She was woken up a few hours later by the closing of a door, in which she jumped up and yelled

“Who’s there?!”

“Your boyfriend. Nice to see that you got dressed.”

“Oh shit what time is it?”

“Maya, it’s 4 o’clock. You’ve been napping for over 3 hours.”

“You should be proud of me.” She smirked and walked over to the fridge to get a drink of water.

“You’ve been wearing gym clothes all day but haven’t moved at all.”

“It’s the mindset that counts.”

“What do you mean it's a 'mindset’? You need to actually move in order to workout. And however much I enjoyed that snapchat, I would have loved to see that ass in those leggings in action.”

“Maybe another day.”