A tiny little ramble I started last night, based on a general AU prompt where character A orders pizza and it's delivered by character B. Gonna be a two-shot. Thanks for reading! ^-^

disclaimer: I do not own Girl Meets World. It makes me sad.

shit.

Lucas Friar was definitely not getting a decent tip.

Traffic was usually relatively mild, now that he lived a couple hours outside of the big city in Albany; However, this was still New York, and although he could foolishly wish all he wanted, there were always going to be strange happenings in the streets every now and then. In this case, said happening was a large nude man running rampant down 3rd Street in the middle of Monday night rush hour, completely unfazed by the on-scene officers' tazers. Naturally, Lucas aimed to avoid witnessing that scenario altogether, along with the traffic that was no doubt accompanying it, but it was to no avail. He had encountered just as much, if not more, bumper-to-bumper traffic on 4th Street as the man streaked through an alley to the next block over. And, as was his luck, Lucas also got an incredibly long millisecond of a gander at the unappealing man in all his naked glory (which was sure to haunt his dreams for at least a week).

So now, he was here: Flying down a residential street going twice the speed limit, passenger seat carrying a lukewarm pizza, toward a run-down apartment complex in Arbor Hill. The beat-up pickup barely made the shift into park before Lucas had unclipped his seatbelt, stumbling out of the passenger side door and nearly dropping the pizza bag. By the time he made it to the third floor, he was practically wheezing as he thumped his fist on the flimsy wooden door.

Knock, knock, knock.

Nothing.

Lucas waited a moment, finally catching his breath, before rapping again.

Knock, knock, knock.

Still nothing.

He huffed out an exasperated sigh, digging through his back pocket for the recepit containing the address. 5378 Lawrence Rd, #459. This was definitely it. As he started to ball up the piece of paper to stuff it once again into his pocket, he caught sight of a note in small print at the very bottom of the receipt:

Customer Comments: "i'm nursing a hangover, my bad. go ahead and just come inside. straight down the hall, second door on the right. i promise i'm not a serial killer"

Lucas chuckled awkwardly to himself. They got a request for a heart-shaped pizza or a funny drawing on the box every now and then, but he'd never seen anything like this. Did nobody else see the note? Was this even legal? Was it safe? A moment passed while he drummed his fingers on the door, still hoping it may swing open at any moment. When it didn't, he decided to experimentally fidget with the knob- which, sure enough, sent the door gliding into the apartment with not even a full clockwise turn on the man's part.

Well, fuck. He definitely had to do something now.

He poked one leg and his head in, gently rapping on the door frame, glancing around with an uncomfortable, "Uh, hello? ...Anybody here?"

There were definitely no hungry people occupying what seemed to be the combination den/kitchen at the front of the apartment. There was no life in the room at all, save for one small but bright lamp resting on an end table near a recliner chair. Resting open on the arm of said chair was a book sprawled wide open, with one of the pages torn clean out. How peculiar. In front of the chair sat a coffee table, which held only a small, cat-shaped candle as it's center piece and an empty wine glass. Despite the general weirdness of the situation, Lucas couldn't help but allow himself a small smile as he passed by the reading chair and scanned the top of one of the pages, which read, "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows".

As the Texas native slowly moved further into the residence, shouting an uncertain courtesy "Hello?" every now and again, he began to recognize the faint sounds of a television emitting sound somewhere down the end of a short hallway. Second door on the right, to be exact. He huffed out his second sigh of the evening and quickened his pace slightly. Might as well just get this over with, then. Arriving at the bedroom door, which was already cracked open partially, he offered a few gentle knocks to signify his presence and waited for a response. Oh, come on. This had to be it. When no such response came, he moved his face toward the space between the door and it's frame and spoke as loud and clear as he could muster in the quiet home.

"Hello? Uh, hey, I have pizza."

A moment passed.

"Enterrrrrrr," a barely audible groan finally emerged from the room. Lucas shook his head and nudged the door open wide, his breath hitching slightly as he took in the room. Contrary to the general simplicity of the rest of the abode, this room was completely engulfed in fascinating things. It was rather dim, a relaxed ambience being supplied by the soft glow of Christmas lights strung haphazardly along the walls. Contained in the gaps between the lights, there were pages upon pages of torn literature, each one coupled with a sketch or painting, several of which the delivery boy recognized. There was more than one portrait portraying the work he had happened upon in the first room- charcoal eyeglasses, minimalist lightning scars, and watercolor stags littered the tan walls. Thrown in were images of flapper girls holding martinis, mockingbirds perched atop revolvers, two men in hats perched along a riverbank, and even a large letter 'A' splattered onto a sheet with blood-red paint.

It was beautiful, if he were being honest, and he was willing to admit he was taken aback by the sight.

So much so, in fact, that he had completely forgotten to acknowledge the inhabitant of the magical room. But that was okay. She did it for him.

"Oh, you've got to be shitting me."

That certainly drew his attention back to the situation at hand. Perhaps a contributing factor to why he hadn't noticed the girl before was the fact that she was almost entirely engulfed by the Lego Movie comforter that was bunched up in the center of the queen-sized bed, with only her eyes and a few strands of long, golden hair peeking out from underneath. Even so, he heard that muffled voice loud and clear, and he would recognize it anywhere.

"M-Maya?"

Thanks for reading, y'all! This is my first GMW fic, so let me know what you think so far! Update soon to come.