Based on the song His Favorite Christmas Story by Capital Lights

Disclaimer: I do not own Girl Meets World or the song

It was Christmas Eve and one of the seniors were having a party at their parents house while they were on vacation. Somehow Lucas ended up in the midst of it with a cup in his hand and his eye on a blonde. She was wearing lipstick as red as her dress and aimlessly watching everyone dance. Many guys approached her and she just shook her head as if she was waiting for someone.

Lucas checked his watch and the hands read 10:45. He stood up off the wall he was leaned against and crossed the room towards the pretty blonde.

"Would you care to dance?" He asked in a southern drawl.

Her lips curled up into a smile, "Sure, cowboy"

They walked to the middle of the living room that had been cleared out and dance for who knows how long.

During all of the dancing they got to know a little about each other. She had lived here in New York her whole life while he was from Texas. He learned that she had only a mom and that she planned on becoming an artist after high school. He told her about his family and how he planned on traveling his whole life. The night eventually died down and they made their ways outside.

"Well, cowboy, thank you for the company" she smiled and her eyes twinkled

"You're very welcome,..." He paused "I never got your name"

"And you never will" she stood on her toes and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek then spun of her heels and walked away.

It was Christmas Day and Lucas was driving through New York where he hadn't been since he graduated high school. He began to get hungry and decided to stop at a diner that was still open. He parked his pickup and walked inside.

He sat down at a small booth and a cheerful waitress walked up to take his order.

"Merry Christmas. What can I get you?"

He ordered a small dinner with a small smile and she brought his food out.

"Seems pretty slow today"

"Yeah" she agreed "it is Christmas after all"

"Well would you like to sit down?" He offered.

She obliged and sat across from him. She seemed to be lacking some holiday cheer so he offered to tell her a story. And when she agreed he told her his favorite Christmas story about a girl with no name.

Lucas often traveled through the same small towns when he was on his trips. He soon became a friend to many of the locals and would often stop to talk when passing through. Everywhere he went he told his favorite Christmas story about a girl with no name.

Lucas was getting much older and eventually had to settle down. For some reason he was pulled back to New York. He had an apartment in Greenwich Village and made friends with many of his neighbors and their children. It soon became a tradition that every Christmas Eve they would all gather in his living room and exchange gifts. At the end of the night he would always tell them the same story and eventually the kids knew it by heart. He also told them about his many travels but some way, some how, he always ended up telling his favorite Christmas story about a girl with no name.

It was a sudden heart attack that was caused by God knows what and he ended up surrounded by white walls and clean sheets. Lucas had no family left to visit him and he often found himself alone in his hospital bed.

It was Christmas morning again and he was still in that hospital room when a small blonde lady in a nurses outfit walked in.

"Merry Christmas, sir. My name is Maya and I will be your

nurse from now on." He gave her a small smile and a nod and she asked him if he needed anything. All he wanted, was for her to tell him a story.

"Well," she began "it was many Christmas years ago and I was at a stupid high school party when a spotted a guy across the room. He came over to me and asked to dance and that night I learned a bit about him. I never really got to know his name I just called him cowboy because of his southern accent, and he never got mine. But I am so glad that he asked me to dance, because it's my favorite Christmas story about a cowboy with no name.

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xx, Alice