~Maya~
I'm not sure what forces me to break the silence but I clear my throat and begin, "hey Cowboy?" I ask to get his attention. He's still pushing me on the swing and I enjoy the light breeze brushing past me with every push.

"Yeah?" He replies softly, letting me know he's listening.

I smile, even though he can't see it. "You're more than just a rich jock from Texas with a funny accent."

"That's what you thought of me?" He asks and his hand brushes over mine as he stops the swing. In any other circumstances I may have found that slightly romantic and my face might, I repeat might, have heated up. But the Huckleberry had to be a Huckleberry and stop the swing abruptly, causing me to slip off and stumble forward, barely landing on my feet.

"Shut up," I mutter when I turn around to walk back to the swing and face him. "I was trying to be nice," I state with a glare.

He hasn't removed his hands from the swing and he looks at me with a smile, rendering my glare useless. "Thanks Maya."

"Are you blushing?" I tease but when he bites his lip and drops his head between his arms that are leaning against the swing's ropes, I realise he actually is. "You're blushing!" I exclaim, unable to hide my grin at how embarrassed I'm making him.

He finally lets go of the swing and relaxes, looking back up at me with his genuine smile returning. "You didn't freak out or act weird around me after that whole thing with my parents back there," he walks around the swing so it's not between us. "You just told me what to do to become a better person and I listened, for once."

"Oh so you can hear me. I was worried that you could only understand animals," I start,
"all that time you spent in Texas with your horse-"

"I didn't have a horse-"

"Yes you did. You spoke to it everyday, it taught you fluent animal language."

"No it didn't-"

I gasp, pretending to have a revelation "hey, maybe that's why you understood Missy when she spoke, because she's a bitch."

He opens his mouth in surprise then let out a laugh. "Alright that was good, I'll give you that one."

"Why thank you," I curtsy. Why did I just curtsy? Wow, I need to stop spending so much time with Riley.

"See this is what I like about us, you tease me and think that you can get to me-"

"I will get to you." I try to be serious when I interrupt him but it comes out in only a half-threatening tone and he smiles. I hate to say it but I'm really starting to miss his smirks right about now.

"Remember when you said I was the reason you started hoping again, like it was a bad thing?" I nod. "You said that out of everyone, you chose me to let chip at your walls," he pauses. "Now I know you've got great friends in Riley and Farkle and you probably trust them more than me. But I'm willing to earn your trust and I'd really enjoy it if you let me get to know you better and continue to chip at your walls. I like you Maya, a lot, I always have."

He furrows his brows when he finishes, seeming a little sad. I know what I should say back but I'm not sure if I can. I can't quite bring myself to believe that I was falling for someone, that someone was falling for me. I can't help but think about all the what ifs, all my doubts, Farkle's disapproval and Riley's reaction when I tell her my visit ended up being a lot more than just going to his house to tease him about the break up. Yet I also can't help but think that deep down, I wanted this to happen and before I know it my mouth is moving to speak. "I like you too," I whisper, smiling. His expression changes from worried to happy in an instant, "and I'd actually have fun learning a little more about your Bucky McBoingBoing background." I lightheartedly add. "I need more dirt on you anyways," we both let out a laugh filled with happiness and relief. It was almost as if we were holding our breaths whenever we were around each other. "Gimme your phone." I demand and hold out my hand.

He stifles a laugh, "classy" he remarks. 

"Do you wanna get to know me better or not?" I raise my eyebrows.

"Here," he says and passes his phone to me so I can give him my number. I return his phone and he tips his imaginary hat to express his gratitude, earning an eye roll from me.

"I better get going-"

"I can drive you home if you'd like," he offers. "I'd rather avoid my mom and dad for as long as I can anyways."

"Uhh no it's alright, I'm not going home actually." I awkwardly decline his offer.

"Oh okay, that's cool," he shrugs, "we'll talk tonight?" I nod then walked away. But I couldn't hide my disappointment when he said that, tonight seemed so far away and I wanted to spend a little more time with him so just as I was about to leave, I turned back around.

"On second thoughts, I wouldn't mind a ride," he flashes me that smirk of his that I had started to miss and I roll my eyes, careful not to let him know that I liked it. "Let's just get your shiny car and drive."

"Yes ma'am," he jokes as he jogs to catch up and walk beside me.

~Lucas~
After a few minutes of us joking around and Maya occasionally barking which turns to take, the conversation dies down to a solemn silence. I look over to see Maya staring out the window, she seemed despondent and I had no idea why.

"Huckleberry? What's wrong with us?" Looks like I'm about to find out.

"I'm sorry?" I ask, only slightly offended.

"We live crap lives and then there's people like Riley and Farkle." She explains, bitterness unintentionally seeping through her words. "How do they do it? What are we doing wrong?" She shakes her head and shrugs. I briefly take my eyes off the road to glance at her again and smile.

"Before today you thought I was just a rich jock from Texas with a funny accent. Correct?"

"Yes," she answered, clearly confused.

"You only know that I have a 'crap life' because I told you. Because you asked me questions because you overheard my parents arguing. Correct?"

"Yeah," I can sense her rolling her eyes next to me, "what're you trying to get at Huckleberry?"

"What you see is not always what you get with people. Riley and Farkle will have elements of crap in their lives too, they just won't let it get to them," I shrug.

"You should know," she utters under her breath and I avert my eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

"Yeah you did. It's fine, I deserve a lot worse than that anyway."

The silence becomes awkward until she breaks it. "Do you ever feel like giving up?" She asks, looking at me.

"Sometimes," I nod. "But doesn't everybody? I guarantee that if you ask Riley and Farkle a bunch of questions about their lives, they'll tell you things you wouldn't expect." I turn to her to see her focussing on the road with furrowed brows. She looks so cute when she's thinking. I smile at her and can't fight the urge to tease her. "Weren't you the one who said that nobody's perfect?"

"Shut up," she laughs. She reaches out but restrains herself from punching my shoulder since I'm driving and I chuckle.

"I'm just saying, there are people who are having a harder time than us Maya. You should be grateful for what you have."

"I know that," she shoots back. "I am grateful. Turn left."

"Okay," I breathe, not wanting to frustrate her further if she's annoyed. I glance at her every now and then when eventually she notices.

"What?" She snaps.

"Nothing," I frantically shake my head.

"What is it?" She asks, seeming less irritated and more intrigued.

"It's just I-" I sigh and keep my eyes on the road. I'm really not sure if I should say this now, but then again I'm driving so she can't exactly beat me up for it. "I wouldn't complain if- y'know, you'd let me in so I could make your life a little less crappy." I shrug pretending like it was no big deal. She doesn't respond and for a second I doubted if she heard me, so I dare to look over. Her eyes are narrowed. I guess she did hear me after all. I revert my eyes back to the road then do a double take and let out a nervous laugh when I see her raise an eyebrow suggestively. She laughs too, well it was more of a giggle, so adorable you wouldn't expect it from a girl like Maya. Or at least the girl that Maya wants you to see her as. "Not in that way," I shake my head at the fact that she thought my offer to make her life 'a little less crappy' was an innuendo. "I love the sound of your laugh and I don't like seeing you cry. I hate myself when I've done anything to make you so upset that you even feel the need to cry," I ramble.

"I don't cry often Huckleberry so you don't need to hate yourself that much," she interrupts, "and I wasn't crying because of you anyway."

I sigh, "that's not the point Maya. I don't want your life to be crap, I want you to be able to come to me whenever you're having a bad day. I want you to be able to speak to me whenever you need someone to talk to. I want you to know that I'm always there for you."

"Whoa slow down there cowboy I only just gave you my number," she jokes.

"Yeah," my voice cracks. I understand she doesn't like having 'deep conversations' but it doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt a little when she responds to something heartfelt with a joke.

"But ya know," she nudges me, "thank you and stuff." I suppress a laugh at how she's trying to hide the fact that she has emotions. She smiles at this then continues sincerely, "I am grateful for what I have. I'm grateful for you. I'm glad that I get to see the real you. Thanks for wanting to make my life a little better," she gives me a hopeful smile. I'm glad to see her low spirits from before have been lifted and she's gained a little more hope.

"Well ya know, anytime and stuff," I shrug and her contagious smile widens.

The conversation continued down a more lighthearted path as we neared to wherever Maya wanted me to drop her off. "We're here," Maya announces as we turn a corner. I park the car as close as I can to the building she pointed at.

"So are you gonna tell me where exactly is here?" I ask and turn off the engine.

"The Matthews residence," she states with a proud smile, stepping out of the car.

"Matthews?" I follow. "As in Riley Matthews?" I ask when I'm by her side.

"Aww you know her last name too," she pouts and pinches my cheeks, "I am so proud of you my wittle pookie bear."

I gently slap her hand away and chuckle at her impression of Missy. "Shut up," I roll my eyes and she laughs. "Should I come with you?" I frown, "I need to start making things right anyway. Apologising to Riley would be a good start."

Her eyes widen and she shakes her head, waving her hands in front of her. "Nooo no no, you can make things right another time." She rests her hands on my chest and I don't think she even realises that she's doing it as she continues speaking normally. "Right now it's bay window time. There is no space for cowboys when it's bay window time."

"What's bay window time?" I smirk. She finally notices what she's doing and clears her throat when she lets her hands drop to her side.

"I don't think we're close enough for me to reveal such confidential information." She crosses her arms defiantly. I think she's being confident to compensate for her little moment of weakness just then. So obviously I decide to play along. It's what we do.

"Oh we're not?" I raise an eyebrow and wrap my arms around her waist, swiftly pulling her closer. She gasps as she stumbles forward and instinctively uncrosses her arms to hold her hands out in front of her, bringing them back to my chest. If my smirk could get any bigger it would, and she knows it.

"Nope," she pops the 'p' to make sure that I know I haven't broken her.

"Are you sure about that?" I whisper as I pull her even closer. I could hear her breathing hitch.

"Yup. We're not even dating so I don't-" her eyes widen once she realises what she is saying and I raise my eyebrows.

"But if we were dating you'd tell me?" I struggle to keep playing the game and my arms loosen around her waist.

"No I wouldn't," she backs away. "Are you asking me out?" She asks with a frown.

"What? No?" This time I'm the one taken aback. "Do you want me to ask you out?" I sincerely ask, because if she says yes then I would be more than happy to do so.

"Uhh oh would you look at that? It's 2 minutes past bay window time," she says in a strange British accent and I frown in confusion which makes her drop the accent, "I'm gonna be late, Riley's gonna kill me, gotta go!"

"Maya, why do you always-"

"Goodbye Huckleberry!" She yells back as she runs up to the door and opens it. I sigh, at least I'll get to talk to her tonight. That is if she'll reply to my texts or answer my call.

A/N: Uhh hi. So... Girl meets world is cancelled, which sucks for multiple reasons. One of them being because I was working on a rilaya fanfic, which seems pointless now if the show is over. But for real, I'm super sad that the show is over, it's honestly like no other show I watch...probably because I watch shows that are either supernatural, sci-fi or Game of Thrones. I'm rambling...

Oh and I don't mind if only 2 of you carry on reading this fanfic, I have to finish it somehow because the thought of leaving this unfinished is frustrating for me and for the 2 people who carry on reading.