Title: 'Round and 'Round
Author: lucayaprompts
Disclaimer: I do not own Girl Meets World.
original prompt: first kiss
She watched the bottle spin around; it had started out fast, but was now slowing down, circling the eager and nervous faces. She had no idea why any of them thought this was a good idea. There were so many more interesting ways to be spending their time. They lived in New York City after all, they shouldn't have had to resort to some backwoods bred and born "entertainment". She couldn't even blame Lucas for the idea - it had been Farkle's. A joke, until Riley took it seriously. - and for that reason alone, Maya shouldn't have been forced to take part in it either.
The bottle clattered to a stop, pointing directly at Riley and Maya's grin widened as the chorus of "ooooh" rose up around her. It wasn't that she wanted to kiss her best friend, but at least it was something a little more daring and the look on Farkle's face would make it worth it. The poor guy already didn't know what to do with himself.
But Riley seemed too jumpy at the idea, laughing shrilly and she knocked the bottle's end away from her, shouting, "Oh look, it's still going!" while some of the other's in the circle voiced their disappointments. It finally stopped again, and Maya groaned.
Lucas seemed just as surprised as she did.
"Redo," Maya said but everyone protested, claiming she'd already had her redo and no, thank you she'd been just fine with the first spin. But she could see she was in over her head and it could have been worse: she could have landed on the guy who bought his hotdog at lunch everyday loaded with sauerkraut.
"Saddle up then Cowboy," she said, shifting to her hands and knees to lean over the circle, Lucas meeting her halfway. And she meant to just do what everyone else had so far, a quick little two-second thing with her lips closed and call it a day, but something… changed.
His lips were really soft; like impossible to believe soft, to the point she felt like she had to pry them apart just to make sure they were real. And were they supposed to be so sweet? Because she could had sworn there was a hint of caramel on them, but how she had no idea. And he clearly knew what he was doing more than she did, because his hand was on the side of her face, drawing her closer, his fingers in her hair. His eyelashes against her cheek, his eyes half hidden from her as they slipped closed. Her vision going dark as her eyes did the same-
No. No. Absolutely not. She wasn't enjoyingkissing Lucas Friar. That was impossible.
She pushed him away, her hand on his chest and said in not the strong, determined voice she thought she heard in her head, but a wavering whisper with no conviction whatsoever. "Not happening, Huckabee,"