If age is just a number

I painted lucas

The four of us went over to the bay window, sitting and talking while they cleaned up the art area, moving all of the canvases and paints, just leaving the seats and the empty easels

"I can't believe we have like 2 weeks here! I'm ready to go home" Riley spoke as she leaned back against the window annoyed "hey at least you get to share a bedroom with your friends! Mr Matthews is sharing the same room as me just so that he can make sure I don't leave during the middle of the night to find you" Farkle stated also annoyed

I laughed "you got a babysitter" I joked, pointing my finger at him. He pretended to bite my finger from across the window, obviously being unable to reach me "alright kiddies you can come back now" Josh spoke in the microphone.

I rolled my eyes at how extra they made this competition, sitting back at my easel with the 3 of them. Mr Matthews came back to the microphone "can I have a drum roll please" he asked. A few of the students did it, my row just sitting silently unamused

"This is the winner!" He spoke, turning around my painting to show the classes. Riley, Farkle, Isadora and I instantly burst into laughter at how I won even though I was just taking the piss by painting Lucas. I saw him smile at the painting, biting on his lip to stop his smile from growing bigger

"I take it this is yours Miss Hart?" Mr Matthews asked from the front gesturing for me to come up to him. Trying to calm myself down from laughing, I stood up from the easel, turning around to look at my friends who had turned a light shade of pink, holding their breaths to stop themselves from laughing

I got to the front, Standing beside Mr Matthews, a fake grin on my face "would you like to explain yo painting to the class" he questioned, talking through the microphone. I bent down slightly to it, my heels making me taller

"this is a painting of Lucas" I explain, gesturing to the college student stood to the side "why did you paint Lucas?" Mr Matthews asked. I rolled my eyes, Does he want a fucking essay or something? "I painted Lucas because he told me to" I replied, that same fake grin on my face

"What are you going to do with the money, Maya?" He asked, a smile on his face while holding a $100 bill "chimichanga's" is all i say. Farkle stood up from his chair "surely maya surely" he said, a few of the students laughing

"You already know Farkley! $100 worth of chimichangas" I state pointing over to him while he did a happy dance. Riley, Isadora and the rest of the room laughed at his dance "thanks Matthews" I smile, taking the money from him before he can protest and dancing down the row Farkle is on, holding the $100 bill above my head

"You can go" mr Matthews sighed to the rest of the students who happily got up and walked off "you're serious right? You can't tease me like that maya" Farkle warned, he's like the chimichanga king. "Farkle your getting like 20 chimichangas" I assure him.

Mr Matthews came back down to us "what a waste of my $100" he pouted, handing me back the canvas "oh so you don't want one?" I reply doing the same pout he is "oh I do" he smiled, walking off again

Riley and Farkle also left, Isadora and I made our way over to the rest of the canvases to I could leave it there "you aren't keeping it?" Lucas asked from behind me, Zay beside him. Zay and Isadora began talking, walking away to sit on the couch together

Lucas and I gave each other a weird look before brushing it off "Yea no" I laugh, placing the canvas on top of the pile "it's actually really good..I didn't know you liked art" he said while looking at it

"There's a lot you don't know about me" I reply, walking with him slowly to the empty bay window I was sat at before "I know..but I want to..I want to know you more" he confessed as he sat beside me "why's that? Don't you got some college girl waiting for you back at NYU" I laugh

He smiled shortly before letting it fall "maya..I don't go to NYU..I go to UCLA" he replied. I couldn't help but feel a pang in my chest, my eyes dropped to the ground swallowing a lump that he formed in my throat "o-oh" I say, barely above a whisper.

"But that doesn't mean I can't get to know you, we can talk even when I'm back in California" he spoke after a few silent minutes. I forced a smile on my face "sure..yea" I reply. My places his hand over mine, wrapping his fingers around it until my hand was fitted perfectly in his

"What if you get caught" I warn him, my eyes not leaving out hands "it doesn't matter to me" he said softly.