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And at last I see the light
And it's like the fog has lifted

And at last I see the light

And it's like the sky is new

And it's warm and real and bright

And the world has somehow shifted

All at once everything looks different

~ I see the light, Tangled (Disney)

I've always thought fate wanted me and Riley to be together. Now I'm not so sure. It's after school. Maya and I are at Topanga's.

"Lucas, I... I feel like I should explain. I didn't know what else to try and change, and it was the only thing I could think of. I hope it doesn't change us." Maya spews the whole thing out like she's wanted to say it for a long while. What does that mean? Does she want us to stay like this? Do I want us to stay like this?

Of course we should stay like this. We're Lucas and Maya. But I'm not sure what that is anymore.

"Lucas? Did you hear me?" I snap out of my thoughts.

"Yeah. You're right. We're good at being Maya and Huckleberry." Maya smirks when I say my nickname. "I don't want anything to go wrong." There. That didn't suggest anything, did it?

What does that mean?! What is he suggesting? I don't want anything to change! What if it goes wrong? I don't want to lose the comradeship of Lucas Friar.

"Maya?" Shawn snaps his fingers in front of my face.

"Huh?" I start.

"I asked you if you've been to that fair that opened a few weeks ago." he repeats slowly. We're at Topanga's again. It's been two weeks since the "Red envelope assignment". I was off crutches and walking. The doctor said I could try some running
but

nothing too strenuous, and I'd have to use my ankle guard. Lucas and I were still Maya and Huckleberry, save a little bit of flustered behaviour. Just a little bit.

"Oh, yeah, Ranger Rick brought me to it that night you showed up." Shawn smirks.

"Any semi-formal news yet?" I lean forward across from him and match his pose; chin leaning on hands, and elbow propped up on the table, smirking.

"I'm probably not going. Why?" Shawn shrugs nonchalantly and returns to his pasta.

"Just to let you know, I'm chaperoning for the semi-formal." I choke a little on my coke.

"Wait, why?"

"Cory couldn't find enough parents to chaperone. Apparently not many adults are interested in going to a school dance and watching their kids with their dates. I wonder why." I laugh.

"It's First Love season in school. Almost the whole school seems to have a date to the semi-formals." I tell him about how because it's our senior year, this year will be the last school dance we'll ever attend in John Quincy Adams, and how our
semi-formal

is collaborating with Einstein Academy.

"Farkle's going with his former arch-nemesis, Isadora Smarkle. He was so cute, he asked her with an E equals MC square cake and stuff. Riley's going with Gardner. Even Zay's going with some cheerleader."

"I noticed you left out Lucas. Who's he going with?" he asks innocently.

"He hasn't asked anyone yet."

"Maya, the semi-formal is in three days."

"I know."

"I heard he's going to ask that cheerleader Vanessa." My eyes fly up to him and my back straightens.

"Who said-" But then I catch sight of a twinkling in Shawn's eyes.

"Maya, how would I know if Lucas Friar was going to ask someone to the semi-formal?"

"You said the name of cheerleader that actually exists in my school!" I accuse.

"Pssh. Lucky guess. There's always a cheerleader named Vanessa. Or Clarissa." He waved it away.

"Come on, Maya. Out with it. Did he ask you?" Heat is quickly creeping up my neck.

"No! He hasn't asked me or anyone yet, alright?" Shawn surrenders, satisfied with my reaction.

"I'm just saying, I'd keep my eyes peeled if I were you. You never know when you're going to find a bouquet of flowers in your locker."

It's one thing for a guy to give a girl flowers. It's another thing for a guy to stand awkwardly with a bunch of flowers, and not sure what to do with them. I decided to ask someone to the semi-formal.

I don't feel right. I should be nervous and awkward. But I feel at ease and not at all "butterflies in my stomach"-ish. Weird. Being nervous shows that I care about what the answer will be. Does that mean I don't really want to ask this person?
Am

I doing the wrong thing? Ever since Maya told me about what really happened on the subway I feel like I'm released from Riley. I'm not bonded by anything.

I walk up to the lockers. Everyone there turns, and their eyes lock onto the small bouquet of daisies I'm carrying. Some swoon. Some gasp.

"Jenkins, will you go to the semi-formal with me?"