Author's Note: Hi everyone! This is my first every Lucaya story, and even though I don't think they'll end up together on the show (sad face), I can always live out my fantasies here :) Anyway, all the characters are now 18 years-old and starting off their first year of college. This one-shot is inspired by the song All Too Well by Taylor Swift, which is an AMAZING song! You should all definitely listen to it as you read this one shot :) I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I sadly do not own Girl Meets World, or else Maya and Lucas would definitely be endgame!

"After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own
Now you mail back my things and I walk home alone
But you keep my old scarf from that very first week
'Cause it reminds you of innocence and it smells like me"

-All Too Well, Taylor Swift

"What's that?"

Riley watched as Maya carried a medium-sized cardboard box into their new dorm room at NYU.

"No clue," Maya replied simply. "The mailroom sent me a text that they had a package for me, and when I got there, this puppy was waiting for me."

"There's no return address," Riley noted, inspecting the box. "Someone must have dropped it off while we were in class. Do you think your mom bought you that new art set?"

Maya snorted incredulously and kneeled down next to the box. "I doubt it. Money's still a little tight right now."

Cautiously, she unpeeled the packaging tape and peered inside the box. "Oh," she said softly, "…it's from Lucas."

"Lucas?" Riley frowned confusedly. "What would he need to send you?"

"My things," Maya remarked, voice still in shock. "It's all here: my old sketchbooks, my beanies, c.d.s."

Riley's eyes widened. "He sent your stuff back? Wow, that's…big."

Maya's gaze remained fixed on the contents of the box. "Yeah."

"It's really all there?" Riley asked, moving towards her best friend.

"Looks like it." Maya snapped out of her stupor to rifle through the box. "Wait, my grey scarf is missing."

"Are you sure Lucas had it?" Riley questioned gently.

"Yeah, I let him keep it one day after he said it reminded him of me," Maya explained.

"Do you want me to call Farkle and ask him to get it from Lucas?" Riley offered.

Maya waved her hand dismissively. "No, it's fine. I still have one of his flannels in the back of my closet, so now we're even. Thanks though."

"Maya." Riley looked at her friend resolutely. "I can see on your face that you still love Lucas. Why don't you just get back together with him?"

"Because it doesn't matter how I feel," Maya answered voice hollow. "Lucas deserves someone better. He deserves someone like you."

Riley sat up straighter. "Maya, you know I don't like him like that anymore. I'm with Farkle and–"

"I know," Maya replied. "But realistically, Lucas is going to be a doctor, and I'm going to be what? A street artist depending on him for all my money? I saw my mom go down that exact same road, and believe me, it got real old, real fast. I may share her DNA, but that doesn't mean I have to share her bad choices."

Before Riley could argue with her, Maya stood up, dumped her belongings onto the floor, and walked out the door to dispose of the box.

"I really hope she doesn't set that on fire," Riley muttered to herself before reaching to pick up Maya's things.

Just a few floors above, Lucas was laying on his own bed in the dorm room he shared with Farkle, trying not to picture Maya as she opened the box he had left for her.

Would she be sad? Angry? Relieved?

He hadn't wanted to send her stuff back, but seeing it all around him every day and remembering all they'd used to have was just too much.

So one lowly Saturday, when he'd been feeling particularly depressed and spiteful, he'd boxed it all up and delivered it to the mailroom.

Well…almost all of it.

Lucas glanced over at the grey scarf draped on his bedpost corner and sighed. He knew he should have sent it back, but somehow he just couldn't.

Maybe it was the fact that she'd let him keep it when they were still together, or maybe it was that it still smelled like her. That when he closed his eyes, he could still picture her laughing, eyes shining happily without a care in the world.

Suddenly, a knock on the door startled Lucas from his thoughts, and he lumbered over to open the door.

The face that greeted him made his heart lift automatically. "Maya?"

"Howdy, cowboy."

A/N: Ta-da! Please review :) And leave any song suggestions for future chapters!