Maya's POV:

That night, Lucas was still over at my house. We sat on the couch together and watched these dumb fluffy movies that I couldn't stop crying over. I just felt so emotional, I couldn't help but cry.

We watched this one called Fangs of Love, and it was really cheesy, it was about a girl who turned into a werewolf and then her best friend tried to kill her. And then her boyfriend, Tommy, totally freaked about her becoming a werewolf but then became one himself, and...., ugh, it's dumb, okay? And I started crying like crazy.

Lucas looked over at me in concern. "Oh my God, Maya. Are you okay? That's the sixth time you've cried in a movie today!"

I gave him a weak smile as the last tear dripped down my cheek. "Y-yeah I'm fine," I smiled.

He smiled back. "Are you like...on your period or something?" He said. Even though I knew he was trying to be serious, I just couldn't help but hold laughter in.

I blushed and smiled at him, my grin getting wider and wider until I finally started laughing.

Lucas beamed and laughed along with me.

I finally settled down and began staring into his beautiful eyes. "No, Lucas."

"No what?"

"I'm not on my period. I'm just feeling really....emotional right now," I said.

Lucas nodded. "I guessed as if much."

I smiled and started to feel weak and droopy. Since it was really cold, I decided to snuggle up to Lucas. He was so warm. It felt good. I laid my head on his chest. I felt him flinch, but he calmed down when I started talking to him.

"Life's different now, isn't it Ranger Rock?" I teased.

I could feel him nod. "Yeah. Things are so different now," he said.

"Different? How?"

"Between us."

I flushed and nodded. "I guess so. I'm going to bed. If you want, you can sleep on the couch."

"No thanks. I'd rather sleep with you," he said, as I started to get up he took my hand. This time, he didn't blush but instead looked into my eyes with the power of courage and determination.

I shake my head. "Lucas, I-"

"You love me. Don't you, Maya?"

"Of course I do, but I...."

"Come on, Maya. Just this once," he purrs and I turn around and stare him deep into the eyes. His eyes feel deep with no concern for what she would think.

"She'll find out," I said.

"Never," he caresses me into his arms and leads me to the bedroom where I feel as if I want this to happen. He called me broken. But I mourn for him. And it's not like we would be having sex, we'd just sleep in the same bed. That's all. No harm there. A boy and a girl in the same bed. They both love each other deeply. Yeah, what could be wrong with that? Take note of sarcasm.

"Lucas, I think we should-"

"Shh, come on," he says and I start to get into the bed. He follows me in the warm covers.

"No harm there," he says.

I nod. "Goodnight, Lucas."

"Night Short stack."

"I love you," I whisper.

"I love you too."