Author's Note: Two week until GMW is back! I hope we'll get Lucaya moments, but it's an earlier episode so we probably won't :(
Disclaimer: I don't own Girl Meets World, but Taylor Swift's new cd? Sure do!
"The lights are so bright
But they never blind me, me
Welcome to New York
It's been waiting for you
Welcome to New York"
-Welcome to New York, Taylor Swift
Lucas isn't sure how to feel about New York. After all, he's only been here a week, and in that week, he's already had two people attempt to pickpocket him, gotten lost on the subway five times, and almost been run over by at least seven different taxi cabs.
That's not to say he regrets moving here with his mother–he doesn't. He just never expected the city to feel so different from what he's grown up with.
And now, here he is, sitting alone on the subway, headed off for his first day at a new school with all new people. He'd thought–hoped actually–that he'd find at least a few kids his age on their own way to school, but besides one boy in a yellow turtleneck who'd hopped into a massive limo in front of the subway station, all Lucas had seen were stuffy businessmen and bleary-eyed college kids, who looked like they were just heading home after a night of intense partying.
That is, until the next subway stop, when two girls his age–one brunette, the other blonde–walk onto the subway together, conversing back-and-forth animatedly.
Lucas wants to get up and introduce himself, but in his short time in New York City, he's learned the hard way that something that was commonplace back in Texas–like helping a woman who'd dropped her purse–was met with immediate suspicion here, and usually left you with a bruised jaw.
So he continues to sit, watching the girls from the corner of his eye, until the brown-haired girl notices him, and he feels it's okay–even in New York–to smile.
She turns to her friend excitedly, and suddenly the blonde girl is in front of him, smirking widely.
"Hi, I'm Maya," she introduces. "You're really cute. We should hang out sometime."
He smiles as she sits down next to him–maybe New York City isn't so crazy after all.
"You make me happy," she says abruptly. "You don't pay enough attention to me. This isn't working–it's you, not me," she adds, standing up just as quickly as she'd sat down. "We can still be friends–not really."
Lucas frowns in complete and utter confusion as the girl–Maya–walks away. On second thought, maybe New York is really filled with a bunch of crazies.
He returns to his book, when suddenly, the brunette girl is flying towards him. Okay, let's go with it, he decides, catching the girl in his lap.
"Hi," she smiles nervously. "We were just talking about you; you used to go out with my friend, Maya."
He smirks and looks over at the blonde. Oh, he remembers Maya. "I'm Lucas," he says with an amused grin.
"I love it." The girl's smile widens as he plops her down in the empty seat next to him.
Before she can say more, a lady appears in front of them asking for a seat, and he politely offers his.
"Not you, sweet potato-pie," she smiles.
After some mild protesting, the brunette girl reluctantly heads back over to Maya and he goes back to his book for the third time. That is, until the girl comes flying toward him again, this time landing in the lap of the lady next to him.
"It's for you," the lady remarks dryly, placing the girl in his lap.
"Hi," the girl giggles again.
Lucas nods politely. "Hi."
She just continues to smile silently at him, and he feels his gaze automatically drift over to her friend, who's smirking at them knowingly.
She wouldn't be giggling, he decides doubtlessly. In fact, he's never met anyone like her in his entire life. Part of him wishes she would come over instead.
Suddenly, the next stop opens and the girl–whose name he still doesn't know–dashes back to Maya hurriedly as the crowd separates them from his view.
It isn't until the doors close and he's alone again, that he realizes he just missed his stop.
Great...
He's late for his first class (big surprise there), World History with Mr. Matthews, and even though he should be nervous about meeting his new classmates, he can't help thinking about that girl he'd "dated" on the subway.
Maya. She is nothing like the girls he'd known back in Texas–all shy and polite. No, Maya is all bold statements and amused smirks. What makes a person that carefree? he wonders to himself.
Finally, he finds the classroom he's looking for, and steps inside confidently, pushing all thoughts of Maya to the back of his mind as the teacher notices him.
"Who are you?" the teacher questions. "I don't know who you are."
Just then, his eyes move toward a familiar face–it's the brunette girl he had met this morning, smiling up at him excitedly, which could only mean…
His heart lifts in anticipation as he spots a distinct set of blonde curls just a couple seats over.
He smiles–a real, genuine smile–and sits down in his seat as Maya smirks at him amusedly with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.
Suddenly, New York City looks a whole lot more interesting.
A/N: Haha, I'm ruining Riley/Lucas moments, oh well! Please review, thanks :)
