Author's Note: It's been one week without GMW and I can't deal. Send help. Anyway, I hope you guys like this one :) It's one of my favorite so far!

Disclaimer: I don't own Girl Meets World, just a Lucaya shipper with a dream.

"Come on in boy, sit on down
And tell me 'bout yourself
So you like my daughter, do you now
Yeah we think she's something else"

-Cleaning This Gun (Come On In Boy), Rodney Atkins

"Hello?"

Lucas stepped inside the Matthews' apartment cautiously, unsure of what exactly he was walking into. Mr. Matthews had pulled him aside privately after class and told him to come by the apartment right after school without explaining why.

Now, as he entered the apartment, he found a solemn-looking Cory sitting at the kitchen table with his best friend, Shawn Hunter, standing next to him. Lucas had never met Shawn before, but he knew Maya idolized him as a father.

"Have a seat, Mr. Friar," Cory ordered, leaving no room for questions.

Lucas complied immediately, taking the seat directly across from Cory. "What's this about, sir?" he asked nervously, eyes darting back-and-forth between the two men staring stonily at him.

"You're a smart kid, Mr. Friar," Cory remarked, leaning towards him purposefully. "You must have known this was coming."

"What's coming?" Lucas questioned, frowning with complete befuddlement.

"I'm Shawn, by the way," Cory's friend spoke up, arms crossed coolly. "I don't think we've met before."

"No, sir, but I've heard great things about you," Lucas replied eagerly, happy to push some of the heat off of himself. "I'm–"

"Lucas, Maya's boyfriend," Shawn supplied doubtlessly. "We know."

Oh, crap. Lucas gulped and looked between them, face pale. "Uh-oh."

"Oh, yes," Cory replied. "Did you really think we wouldn't find out?"

"Of course not, sir–"Lucas froze and glanced at Shawn tensely–"I mean sirs. But we've only been going out for a little while–"

"Six weeks, four days, and seven hours," Shawn interrupted with a smirk. "My goddaughter has a lot of great traits, but she sings like a bird under pressure."

"It's true." Cory nodded. "And Riley told us everything."

"Uh-oh," Lucas said again.

"Uh-oh, indeed, Mr. Friar," Cory agreed. "Now, Maya is a very special girl to all of us, and you of all people know just how much we love her."

"Of course, sir," Lucas piped in quickly. "I care a lot about her too."

"We're not saying you don't," Shawn remarked evenly. "Anyone can see how much you care about Maya. We just want you to know that if anything were to happen to her because of you, the three of us would have a problem."

"And we might not look like much, but Shawn knows how to hide a body," Cory added with all seriousness.

Shawn nodded agreeingly. "I do."

Lucas looked over at him, gaping in shock. "How do you know that?"

The point is," Cory said, pointedly ignoring Lucas's question. "If we see Maya hurt or broken, and you're responsible, you're answering to us. And Riley, because she said if you do anything to hurt her best friend, she'll josh you up."

"It's jack," Shawn corrected, looking at his friend dubiously.

"Oh, right," Cory replied.

"Anyway, you treat her right, Texas," Shawn remarked. "That girl deserves the world after all she's been through."

"I will, sir," Lucas promised. And it was true: he'd rather lasso a hundred angry bulls with a rope made out of Twizzlers than hurt Maya.

Cory nodded and pushed away from the table decisively. "Well then, I think we have an understanding, right, Mr. Friar?"

Lucas nodded and looked up at them thoughtfully. "I understand, and I appreciate you warning me, but I think we all know Maya would beat me up herself if I ever hurt her."

"That–"Cory paused and glanced over at Shawn, who just nodded–"is probably true. But don't forget, I still have your shoe."

"Cory! Shawn!" Topanga entered the kitchen, eyeing them suspiciously. "Are you trying to scare Lucas?"

"Maybe…" Cory said, smiling sheepishly at his wife.

Topanga rolled her eyes at the two of them before looking down at Lucas. "Come on, Lucas, I'll walk you out."

"Thanks, Mrs. Matthews." Lucas scrambled to his feet and nodded politely at Cory and Shawn. "Nice meeting you, sir."

Shawn smiled and looked at Lucas approvingly. "Call me Shawn."

Topanga and Lucas walked over to the front door, and just as Lucas was about to leave, Topanga grabbed onto his should tightly, causing him to turn and look at her in surprise.

"I'm really happy you and Maya are together–you're good for each other," she said quickly, low enough so Cory and Shawn couldn't hear. "But if you hurt one precious blonde hair on that head of hers, I'll introduce your face to my pointiest shoes. Shawn may know how to hide a body, but I'm a lawyer–I know how to make people disappear. Are we clear?"

"Yes, m'am." Lucas nodded quickly, a thousand times more fearful of her wrath than Cory or Shawn's.

"Great." Topanga smiled cheerfully as Lucas stepped into the hall. "See you for dinner tomorrow!"

Boy, what an interesting dinner that would be.

A/N: Please review :)