Maya's P.O.V.
•1 week later•
"Meet me at my house." Lucas said. I walked to his house and saw suitcases outside. Lucas walked outside.
"What's happening?" I asked.
"Maya, I'm moving back to Texas." Lucas said, holding back tears. I shook my head in denial.
"No your joking, right?" I laughed through tears. He shook his head. I ran into his arms, and he hugged me tightly.
"Maya, I'm so sorry. I wish I could stay, but my dad won't let me." Lucas cried. I couldn't believe it. The one good friend I had, gone.
"For how long?" I asked. He shook his head and held up five fingers.
"Months?" I asked. He shook his head.
"Years?!" I exclaimed. He nodded, tears streaming down his face. My face was wet with tears.
"Please don't go Lucas. Please. Stay, for me Huckleberry." I laughed sadly.
"I wish Maya. But I can't. I will text you everyday I promise." Lucas said, his head still down. I hugged him again.
"LUCAS FRIAR!! STOP CRYING AND GET IN THE CAR!" His dad yelled.
"I'm so sorry Maya. You are so amazing. Please don't forget that." He said, and he got in the car. I was left in the driveway as the car drove off into the distance. He was gone, and silent tears streamed down my face.
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•11:11•
FanfictionMaya Hart is lonely. A fake best friend and divorced parents make up her life. She turns to art to help, but sometimes, at 11:11, she wishes for a friend. Lucas Friar is a previous bad boy. From Texas, he moves to New York, enrolling in Abigail Ad...
