Seven Days

We Played a Game

A/N: Thanks for all the love on this fic! 

TUESDAY

Riley finished packing her bag and grabbed her small toiletries. It was just for one night but for some reason, she packed as if she was going on a week-long vacation. Maya knocked on the open door and made a face at Riley.

"It's one night," Maya said as she read Riley's mind.

"I know but I just want to be prepared," Riley said as she pulled some items out of her bag.

"For what? A random pipe to burst five times?" Maya teased as she went through Riley's bag.

Maya found two wrapped gifts and smiled. Riley did always think of her friends, and Maya was grateful for that. Riley lost in thought, stopped pulling clothes out of her bag and her mind went back to Lucas. After he sent that text, Riley couldn't sleep, and she wanted so bad to text back. However, as the hours ticked by the less, it made sense to text back. Like he said he had been drinking, it could have been the alcohol.

"Where's your mind at Riles?" Maya asked as she placed the gifts back in Riley's bag.

"Hmm?" Riley asked as she closed the bag up.

"All morning you've been zoning out on me. Everything okay?" Maya asked.

"Yes," Riley lied.

"You're lying," Maya pushed.

"Okay ... Lucas called me last night," Riley said.

"Did you guys have phone sex!" Maya said.

Riley's mouth dropped in horror and shook her head furiously. How could Maya even suggest that the two would do that?

"What! No! Oh my god, why would you even say that Maya?" Riley groaned.

"Well, Josh and I-"

"If you finish that sentence I will never speak to you again," Riley exclaimed.

"You're all freaked out, what happened? Why did Huckleberry call?" Maya asked.

"I don't know, he was all weird sounding, and ... then he abruptly hung up on me. Then when I finally got into bed he texted me ... he loves me. I mean we're best friends, of course, we love each other," Riley said as she sat down on her bed.

"How did he text it?" Maya asked.

"He said ... I love you," Riley said.

"You or ya! There's a difference!" Maya said.

"You, what's the difference! I don't get it," Riley said.

"I think Lucas was admitting his real feelings," Maya pushed.

"Oh come on we haven't gone out in years, he meant it platonically! He had to," Riley said as she waved off the idea.

"A drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts," Maya pushed.

"Platonic Maya, we are just friends, that's it," Riley shrugged.

"You wouldn't try again? You haven't gone out with anyone really since Lucas. Maybe a part of you is holding out for him?" Maya continued to push.

"Friends, we are all friends, can we head out? I want to decorate," Riley said as she got off her bed.

She tucked her hair behind her ears and Maya watched carefully. Riley was still lost in thought and Maya knew what Lucas had said meant more than Riley was letting on. However, the blonde nodded and allowed the quiet brunette to direct her out of their apartment.