It was Monday and like every week it was bound to get interesting. Especially with Corey Matthews as their teacher. Maya was only half paying attention to him rambling on about governments. Instead she was drawing in her notebook; careful not to let the scratching of the pencil be heard. However, all of her concentration danced away when the back door creaked open and Lucas ambled in.

"Mr. Friar!" The older Matthews announced.

"Sorry for being late sir. My flight was delayed."

The cowboy spoke rapidly and handed a tardy pass to the older gentleman. Maya's eyes stayed trained on him, well everyone was watching the scene, but she was just glad he was back. It was no fun when she couldn't play their little game.

"You went back to Texas again this weekend?" Riley questioned the taller boy while he took his seat.

"Visited my friends."

Lucas didn't hear what Riley said next as he was distracted by what his old friends, who were practically brothers, had to say when he mentioned Maya. Apparently, as they pointed out, several times a day. His train of thought was disrupted by the girl herself, who started singing in a rather bad southern accent.

"Aww, Cowboys got the blues. Camp fire for one, my friends are all cows…" Lucas took this opportunity to pull out the harmonica and begin to play. "Hur-hurr-hur-hurr-hurr-hurr."

She would have continued, but it was then that she noticed him playing the twangey-woodwind instrument behind her. Lucas noted the smile the graced her lips as she turned around and then watched that smile shatter when she realized he got her good. There was no arguing with a harmonica. None.

"I will never get to you, will I?" Her voice was much lower than before and as serious as she ever sounded. Lucas smirked, her voice was almost sultry and as a teenage boy he was very attracted to the sound. Not that he didn't love her sweet voice before, but this was different.

"Nope, but I sure do appreciate the effort."

Maya bit her lip, clenched her fist and turned around with a frustrated staccato of 'oh's. Lucas knew he won this round and was glad that Mr. Matthews began talking again since he needed a distraction from the blond seated before him. It was then that he noticed the purple plaid button down and his mind began to wonder to places they shouldn't.

"I'll nominate him." A dark haired boy sitting behind Lucas pitched in, breaking him out of his thoughts.

"Really?" Farkle squeaked.

"Yeah, I like ya. I got your back."

"I thought you had my back." That was directed towards Lucas, whose eyes were widened in confusion since he missed what was going on.

"I got his back." His tone was huskier than normal. He still had not fully recovered from his short daydream.

"Whoa, easy there Harmonica." The other male raised his hands in surrender. Taking his tone as a threat and not… well, not what it really was. Maya glared at him over the Cowboy's shoulder. She was the only one who could call him names. It was their game not Lucas and whoever this kid's name was.

"Who are you?" Lucas questioned. "Where did you come from?"

"He's the rebel." Riley pitched in.

"Well what am I?"

"Oh, you're the good guy. You're a Moral Compass." Farkle answered.

Maya on the other hand was staring down the rebel who responded with a look that was a mixture of confusion and curiosity. His eyes flickered from Farkle to Lucas and back again in an attempt to understand what Maya was trying to tell him.

"Well that sounds hard to pull off."

"Yeah, but you're really good at it."

Lucas squared his shoulders and thanked the smaller boy.

"See?" Farkle murmured.

"He's right Mr. Friar. Represent Democracy." Mr. Matthews pointed out.

"I don't know, Mr. Matthews, if democracy worked than maybe I would have gotten a vote on where I want to live."

"I nominate Lucas Friar for president." Riley spoke up.

"Okay, second?" Riley threw her hand up with a giant smile on her face. "No, honey, you nominated him. You can's second the nomination. Alright fine."

"What are you doing? He's your competition." Maya turned to Riley.

"I'm not running for anything."

"Yes you are. I've got plans for you. Yeah."

Lucas decided that he would run, if only to drive Maya nuts and expand their game. Maya bit her lip again.

"You know what. It would be my pleasure to run for President. Thank you Riley."

"No problem, buddy." Her statement was punctuated by a thumbs up and a look from Maya. "I don't know how it happens."

Later that night Maya was laying in her bed staring at her textured and cracked ceiling. Her mind wondering to various ideas to help Riley become a princess. All of those idea though tend to be rather impossible, such as getting a castle and where would they get the money to get a period appropriate dress?

Maya's thoughts were interrupted by rapping on her window. There was only one person who would walk to her apartment at this hour and she was conflicted on if she actually wanted to see him or not. She decided to ignore part of it and went to open the window.

"What can I do for ya, Ranger Rick?" She gave a soft smile and leaned against the window pane.

"Just thought you can answer a few questions for me, ma'am." He leaned closer to her while leaning on the other side of her window. She crossed her armed over her chest and rolled her eyes.

"Alright, shoot Hop-a-long."

"Why did you nominate Riley when you could have run for anything yourself?"

"Because, Riley would be better suited for a seat on student government."

"What form of government is she running for anyway?" he rose an eye-brow at the thought.

"Monarchy. She wants to be a princess."

They both chuckled at that. It really was like Riley to want to be a princess. Maya gestured for him to come in. Lucas flung one leg in before hitting his head on the window. He didn't bend over far enough.

"So, I wanted to share something with you." Lucas rubbed the back of his neck. His nerves getting to him suddenly. "Can I borrow your guitar?"

"No." he can't serenade me. He's supposed to fall for Riley!

"Why not, Clutterbucket?"

"Because I said so. That's why." She was beginning to get a bit snippy now that things were getting serious.

"Fine, I'll be heading out now." He sighed; his shoulders slumped.

"It's too late for a poor lil' Texas boy to be out on the streets of New York. Just stay, you can leave early and get your stuff for school or whatever."

She waved it off and crawled back under her comforter. Lucas was taken off guard when a few moments later when a blanket and pillow were thrown in his direction. Lucas only smiled and thought how she was the perfect little storm. Feisty, but she cared so much about everyone. Including him, not that anyone else sees that.

"Sweet dreams, Clutterbucket."

"Don't let the bed bugs bite, Bucky McBoing-Boing."

Neither noticed the other blush and the smiles that didn't leave their lips. Even after they fell into a deep sleep while dreaming of the other.