𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 [𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐲𝐚]

e i g h t : two broken h[e]arts

Treasure, that is what you are
Honey, you're my golden star
You know you can make my wish come true
If you let me treasure you
If you let me treasure you

•b.m

•••

"Can I stay here tonight?"

"What's the magic word?" I say and smile

"Huckleberry." Zay says with a smile even slicker than mine

"Shut up and get inside before I just close the door on your ass."

"Okay, okay." He says as he puts his hands up in surrender, walks in and closes the door behind him.

"Maybe you should change before you occupy any type of space in this apartment Zay."

"Yea." He agrees. He takes off his shoes that made a weird sound then continued in my apartment up the stairs.

"You can stay in Vianna's room." I say

(In my story Maya has a sister named Vianna. She's older, and away at college.)

"Thanks." He calls from upstairs

"You're Welcome." I say softly even though he can't hear me

==

"So what brings you to La Casa de Maya?" I say as drop my self on the bed, laying on my stomach.

"I didn't have anywhere to go." Zay said sitting on the bed, leaning against the back board and stretching his legs.

"What's about Lucas' house?" I say

"Lucas, wouldn't get it. His anger would get the best of him."

"And what is this that Lucas would get mad at." I say siting up. Then I suddenly jump up, startled. "Zay. There's blood on your shirt."

"Uh. It's just ketchup?" He says

"Uh uh. I don't believe that let me see." I say as I pull the t - shirt over his head

"I don't think your Huckleberry would like to hear that your stripping me in bed."

I ignore Zay's comment and start to look for where the blood was coming from. "Lay back." I say

"Your Huckleberry certainly wouldn't like where this is going. Just putting that out there."

"Shut up Zay." Once I say that, I finally locate where the blood was coming from, and it was a straight cut around his stomach

"Zay! How did this happen?"

"I fell on my spur?" He says

"Oh we aren't in Texas anymore Zay." I say and look him in the eyes. "So are you going to tell me how you got this or not?" I say pointing

"I prefer not. Because then Lucas is going to find out and that's just too much to handle right now. I'm an injured man!" He says then winces in pain