Hey everyone! It's WritingDistractions here with another Lucaya story. THis is basically a Teen Beach Movie AU where Maya and Lucas get trapped in a movie from the 60s and things go wrong quickly... I've been wanting to write this for a while and I'm happy with how it turned out. I tried to portray the GMW characters as best I could in these roles, but its kinda hard to picture them. I think you guys will like it though. So, here's chapter 1.

"Our memories of the ocean will linger on long after our footprints in the sand are gone." Maya had heard that saying long ago. She remembered it as the sun sank low in the sky and she and Lucas walked down the beach. Right then, she wished more than anything that saying was true. This vacation had to be remembered.

On a beach in Miami, the two teenagers spent the entire day in the sun. Maya Hart and Lucas Friar had planned their vacation over a year ago. They wanted their summer to be spent with each other, but they didn't want it to be boring. So, they both saved up their money for plane tickets and decided to spend their entire summer in Miami. They were staying at Lucas's uncle's house because they couldn't afford a hotel.

Maya and Lucas had been unexpected best friends since 7th grade when he moved to New York City (where Maya had lived her whole life) from Texas. When Lucas first met her, Maya teased him about being from Texas. She teased everyone. But surprisingly, Lucas went right along with it, making it very hard for Maya to get under his skin. Over the years, they became best friends. They did everything together.

It had been a long day, involving a lot of goofing off in the sand and splashing in the ocean. And surfing, they had done a lot of surfing. Lucas and Maya walked side by side, carrying their surf boards, down the beach on their way back to Lucas's Uncle's house.

"Best day ever!" Lucas exclaimed, laughing.

"Yeah, I never thought the cowboy would be able to surf," Maya smirked. "But you seemed okay out there."

"Okay?" Lucas looked at her incredulously. "Okay doesn't even begin to describe my skills, Clutterbucket. My family used to come down here to visit my uncle all the time. He taught me how to surf, and he's the best of the best."

"Alright, don't go getting a big head. You aren't that great. But, unlike your surfing, the day was perfect," Maya said.

"Yeah," Lucas said. Then he realized what she said. "Hey!"

Maya just laughed.

There was something Maya wasn't telling Lucas. Yes, she told him a thousand times she wanted to remember this summer, but she never told him why. Maya knew she eventually had to tell him the truth, now was as good a time as any.

"Um, hey Lucas?" She began.

He cut her off, "Hey did you hear about tomorrow?"

Maya grinned, she was excited for tomorrow. "Yeah! Can you believe their talking about 40 foot waves? I mean, surf like that only happens in Miami every thirty years," Maya said still not believing they would be there in Miami when it would happen.

"Can you imagine dropping in on a barrel that huge?" Lucas asked.

Maya just smiled in reply.

"Summer's not over yet!" Lucas shouted out.

"Come on, Ranger Rick, I'm starving," Maya said as they neared Lucas's uncle's house.

"Race you to the house!" Lucas told her, speeding ahead up the hill. Maya watched as he ran up to his uncle's porch. She wasn't really in the mood for any competition. She still really needed to talk to Lucas. Following him, Maya made her way up hill to the house. Lucas waited for her on the porch.

"I clearly won," He told her.

"Yeah, yeah," Maya said as she followed him inside.

Lucas's uncle, Tristan Friar, bought the house in Miami a long time ago. He bought it with his wife Hannah a couple months after they got married. They had two sons, but they were older than Lucas and both in college. Uncle Tristan gladly welcomed Maya and Lucas to stay with him and his wife for the summer. They had been pretty lonely since their sons moved out. Maya's mom was completely fine with her going, as long as she was on time for… well, the thing she hadn't told Lucas about. Lucas's parents were a little less willing, but Uncle Tristan managed to win them over. Lucas was 16 after all, and a responsible kid. He would be able to handle staying with his uncle for the summer.

The house wasn't very big, but the destination made up for it. The small cottage was right on the beach, only about a hundred yards from the water. The house had four bedrooms, a small kitchen, two bathrooms, and a living room where everyone usually hung out. Maya was used to small living spaces, so she felt right at home.

"So how about hitting the waves first thing in the morning?" Lucas asked, making his way to the kitchen.

"Lucas," Maya said stopping him. How was she supposed to tell him she was leaving tomorrow? "About tomorrow-,"

"Wait," Lucas said, cutting her off again. "Do you hear that?"

Maya could faintly hear the sound of something playing in the living room. As soon as she did, right away she knew what it was.

"No way," She said rushing into the next room, grinning.

Lucas's uncle was in the living room, waxing a surfboard and watching an old movie from the 1960s. Maya momentarily forgot all about her problems.

"I can't believe you're watching this without me!" Maya said to Tristan

"Now that you're here, I'm not," Tristan told her.

Lucas followed Maya into the living room, standing by the door way. "Don't tell me you're watching-,"

"Wet Side Story," The two said in unison.

Lucas never really cared for the movie. His uncle loved it, and so did his cousins, but Lucas just found it completely unrealistic whenever he watched it.

"1962, surfers, bikers," Maya said as she watched. "Literally, the best movie ever made."

"Yeah, right after Twilight," Lucas said sarcastically. As much as he disliked Wet Side Story, there was nothing worse than the teen romance movie about vampires. "How could you guys even like this silliness?"

"Silliness? This movie defined an entire culture!" Uncle Tristan exclaimed.

"Exactly! A surfer guy and a biker girl share a secret love while trying to unite there two rivaling gangs as an evil real-estate mogul tries to turn their hang-out into a resort by building a weather machine which blows up creating a massive storm," Maya explained, basically summarizing the whole thing in a sentence. "It's nothing near silly."

"Well, can we watch it later? Or never?" Lucas asked.

"I just want to watch my favorite part," Maya said. "Then I have to talk to you."

As the scene began to play, Maya described it. "It's when the two leads' eyes meet and they're pulled apart by their rivaling gangs."

Lucas couldn't help but think the whole scene was cheesy. A beautiful girl with wavy brown hair unrealistically falls off the stage and out of nowhere; a guy with long red-ish hair catches her. Instantly the two fall in love. Like that would really happen

"Oh! Here's my favorite part," Uncle Tristan said as the gangs pulled the two away from each other. Then they all burst into a random song and dance number.

"Come on," Lucas groaned looking at the two. "They sing for no reason, they came out of the water and their hair was dry, the girls didn't seem to surf as well as the boys and they sing for no reason. I had to mention that again because I just don't get why."

"Have you ever watched the entire thing?" Maya asked. "I used to watch this all the time when I was little. It was one of my favorite old movies, and the only one my mom never got rid of. You have to actually get into the story, Cowboy."

Lucas sighed. "I would never want to sit through two hours of this."

Maya shook her head. "It's always summer and everyone just sings and surfs!"

A knock came from the door, and as Lucas crossed into the next room to get it he went on about the movie. "The surfing looks completely fake; they'd drown on a real wave. Plus, they sing in the ocean and never spit out water."

The door opened before Lucas even reached for the handle. An unfamiliar face popped out from it.

"Is this the Friar residence?" The blonde woman at the door asked.

"Who is it?" Maya called to Lucas, entering the kitchen. She froze as soon as she saw the woman.

"Surprise," The woman said when she saw Maya. "Well? Aren't you going to give your Aunt Heidi a hug?"

"No," Maya snapped, crossing her arms. "I barely know you. I've met you, like, five times since I was born."

Lucas moved out of the way of the two. He was confused. Why was Maya's aunt here in Miami? What was going on?

"You are so…" Heidi began, trying to find something good to call Maya. "Grown up."

"What are you doing here?" Maya asked, impatiently. "I was supposed to fly to California tomorrow and meet you there."

"Oh well, you were wrong. I came to pick you up. You're mother knew that as soon as you got to the airport you would surely buy a plane ticket to anywhere else in the country and run away," Heidi told her.

It bothered Maya that she was right. What her mom was putting her through wasn't fair. She would do anything to get out of it, even if it meant running away. Maya had been fine with the idea, and she would of course have told Lucas where she was as soon as she got there. But now, her plan was ruined. There was no getting out of it.

"Maya? What is she talking about?" Lucas asked speaking up. Maya had almost forgotten he was there. She never did get the chance to explain everything to him. "Where are you going? I thought we were staying in Miami until the end of summer."

"This is Lucas," Maya quickly told her aunt as Heidi examined her friend.

"Well, Lucas," Heidi said looking at the tall boy. "I am Maya's aunt. She's probably told you all about me."

"Actually ma'am, Maya never mentioned she had an aunt," Lucas said as politely as he could. Then he remembered what was happening and looked back over at Maya. "What do you mean by 'flying to California'?"

Just then, Hannah walked into the kitchen. She noticed Heidi and said, "Oh, I wasn't aware we had a guest. I'm Hannah Friar."

"Heidi Moore, Maya's aunt. I'm here to pick her up," When she saw Hannah's blank face, she continued. "We're supposed to fly to California tomorrow."

"Maya?" Hannah said looking over at the blonde haired girl. "How come you didn't tell us any of this?"

"I was hoping it wouldn't happen," Maya muttered.

"I don't appreciate your attitude, young lady," Heidi told her niece. Then she turned back to Hannah. "It's a… er- lovely house you have. What do you do for a living?"

"My husband makes surfboards and I work as a marine biologist not too far from here," Hannah explained.

Heidi then noticed an ugly looking surfboard hanging above the doorway to the living room, "Ugh, well, thank goodness for your job. It doesn't look like your husband has been very successful."

"Actually, my husband didn't make that board. My great grandfather did. Everyone in my family grew up with the legends of that board. It's a part of my family," Hannah explained.

"Generations of her family found their destinies on that board," Tristan said as he came into the kitchen with everyone else. Maya looked at the board. She wanted to believe that was true. Maybe if it was she'd be able to get out of going to California.

"There is only one way to 'find your destiny'," Heidi said making air quotes. "And that is to work hard for it."

"Look, sorry to interrupt but," Lucas said suddenly, wanting someone to answer his questions. "Maya, what do you mean by 'leaving tomorrow'?"

"Lucas, as of tomorrow my niece will be attending the exclusive, and overpriced, Dunwich Preparatory Academy in California," Heidi explained.

"What?" Lucas's voice wasn't much louder than a whisper.

Tristan noticed the unspoken tension between the two teens and said, "Um, Heidi, how about you, my wife, and I all talk some more in the living room?"

"Well, there's not much to tell you. This has always been the deal between Maya and her mother," Heidi told him. "Isn't that right, Maya?"

"Sure," Maya said, "But I was hoping to spend one more day here because I'll probably never get the chance to surf waves like these, or capture this kind of scenery in my sketchbook ever again."

"Drawing?" Heidi said. "Aw, sweetie, you're new life begins tomorrow. There will be no more sketching, or drawing or painting, for that matter. Your perfect summer has come to an end."

Maya never liked her aunt very much, but this was ridiculous. How could she just fly out here and tell Maya that she couldn't do anything she loved anymore? Angrily, Maya stormed out of the kitchen. She wasn't going to deal with her aunt at that moment. Even if her aunt wanted to leave tomorrow, Maya was going to get that last day. Nothing in the world would stop her.

I hope you all liked it. Sort of a cliff-hanger but not really. All of the chapters will be about this length, and I'll be posting them every 1-3 days. Please review, follow and favorite!

-Peyton