Hey guys! Thought I should let you all know that I do start school tomorrow, so updates will be… less. Also, I lost my charger for a week, so I'm behind schedule on updates. ;-; This is the only story people actually cared about being redone….

Eh

Original word count: 517

Oh boy. Far less than last chapter's original count. Let's hope I can reach the goal of 5,000. Or 3,000 like last chapter.

Also, I'm using Girl Meets World Wiki, so hopefully everything will be more accurate than it was regarding character names and appearances than they were in the original story. :P

Oh. I should also say that this takes place during season one before all the dating the wiki says happened... I never saw those episodes, so I can't really talk about anything that happened in them… Sorry…. I started writing this fix when the show first came out, and I lost cable a month after that… Haven't gotten the time to watch it on Netflix, yet… Oops. X'D Anyways. I'm not going to watch it again except for the few episodes I did watch, just in case it messes anything that I'm writing up by silently influencing it from behind.

eh. Anyways. Onto the story.

"Hey butt heads," Maya called up through the intercom. She was downstairs, outside the Matthews apartment building and waiting to be let in. She shivered slightly as a cold autumn wind blew down the street, kicking up leaves that had fallen from the few trees lining the streets of New York City, New York. Once the gust passed, she drew in her thin coat a little closer to her body before ringing the buzzer of Greenwich Village once more. "Let me in. I'm hungry."

Cory, who was currently sitting at the table with his family, looked at his daughter, exasperation clear on his face. "Riley," he said semi-sternly, though the light-hearted amusement that danced within his eyes betrayed his tone, "you really need to learn how to control her at some point in time." he told her.

Riley simply shrugged as Maya pressed the button for the third time. "I heard that, Mr. Matthews," she said in a sing-song voice.

Cory's mouth fell open, agape. "B-but how could she... But... Topanga!" Cory turned to his wife, Topanga Matthews, where she was currently finishing setting the dishes she had used to make breakfast in the sink. "I thought you got that fixed!"

Riley rolled her eyes and walked over to the door, ignoring her parents friendly bantering about the intercom. She pressed the button on said intercom, though she didn't need to, and it buzzed. "Come in Maya!" she chirped happily into it before skipping back over to her seat at the table. A minute later, the blonde teenager was strutting into the Matthews home as though it were her own.

Maya plopped herself down in a seat at the table, ignoring the bickering couple next to her, who were still arguing about who was supposed to make the call to maintenance about the intercom. "What's the grub for today?" she asked, poking at the food on the plate that was already plated for her in anticipation of her arrival.

"It's oatmeal," Aggie, a curly haired six-year-old boy and Riley's brother, told her, shoveling a spoonful into his own mouth.

Maya let out a grunt and picked up her spoon, poking at the food a little. "You call this oatmeal?" she asked jokingly, scooping some up on the spoon and eating it. "It looks like road-kill."

Auggie gave her an exaggerated 'I know, right?' face as he threw up his hands. "I know!" he exclaimed. He turned to his mother. "That's what I was trying to tell you, mother!"

Something beeped in Maya's coat pocket, and she pushed the "road-kill" away, pulling out the phone that Cory Matthews had given her. She stared at it for a little while, reading the alarm that was going off before she dismissed it. She didn't know why she had it set, but it was always a nice reminder when it went off that she now had a phone. Quickly shoveling her oatmeal into her mouth and clearing the bowl, she stood up and took her now empty bowl to the sink, where she set it for the Matthews to clean later. The honey blonde teen went around the table to where her best friend Riley was, and she grabbed hold of her hand." Come on, Ri," she told her friend as she let out a noise of complaint, trying to finish her breakfast. "Time to go."

"But I'm not done eating!" Riley whined as she was being dragged away from the table, desperately trying to stay seated at the table so she could finish eating.

"We can pick you something up in the subway!" Maya refuted, still dragging her friend away. "Bye Auggie!" Maya called behind her as she dragged a pouting Riley through the front door of the apartment. "See you in a few, Mister Matthews!"

"Bye Maya!" Auggie and Cory called back in unison, August returning to his food while Cory returned to talking with his wife, earlier argument forgotten.

"By mom! Pops!" Riley threw over her shoulder. She quickly grabbed her backpack from beside the door before thick oak slab slammed shut. She turned to her best friend, a smile on her face. "So," she started, almond shaped brown eyes crinkled by her smile, as they most often were. "Where we goin'?"

Maya snorted at the question, and adjusted her own bag where it hung by a single strap on her left shoulder. "School, of course."

Riley blinked, her smile falling into a quizzical expression. "This early?"

Maya shrugged her shoulders, only to need to readjust her backpack on her shoulder once more. "Well, I have nowhere else to be at the moment. So why not?"

Why not? Maya asked herself the two words silently. Why not? The reason why she wanted to leave for the subway now instead of later, Maya realized with a jolt, making her blink, was that she wanted to take the earlier subway. If they took their usual subway to school, Lucas would be there, and if Lucas was there, Riley and Maya both would be distracted by him. And Maya didn't want Lucas there for that reason. Ever since realizing her feelings for the boy from Texas, the very thought of Lucas' name made Maya feel uneasy and gave her an emotion she never knew she even had as a rock-solid girl. She wasn't sure if she liked the feeling, especially the heartache that accompanied it when she thought of how Lucas and Riley were always getting closer day by day while Maya refused to acknowledge and act upon her feelings for him when they were around each other, only to go home and stare solemnly at a wall as she thought about what she could have done that day to get closer to Lucas, to get him to notice her feelings for him without being too obvious about it and without Riley figuring them out, too, or even before the boy from Texas she had found herself in love with.

Maybe I should just tell her myself, Maya thought not for the first time since she had realized her feelings for the Texas boy four days ago. Maybe I should tell Riley that I like him. But she soon pushed the thought back as Riley shrugged to her question of "why not".

"No particular reason," Riley said as she swung their arms between them as they walked out of Greenwich Village. Maya hadn't realized she was still holding Riley's hand until she had done that, but she didn't release her best friends hand, the feeling of holding her hand as familiar as the sound of the busy New York streets were loud during the day and near silent at night were. "I guess you have a point there." she added as Maya continued to drag her towards the subway where they would catch the first subway train that came around and headed in the direction they were going.

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A few minutes later, Maya and Riley made it to the subway. A train going where they wanted to go wasn't there yet, so hey just sat around waiting, talking, all the while Maya looking around and making sure Lucas wasn't there early as well. Riley was talking nonstop about what she was doing in her art class, and Maya, though she didn't mean to, tuned her out for a few minutes as she got lost in her own thoughts, wondering what she was going to do about her Lucas predicament. She didn't realize she had tuned her friend out until the repetition of her name broke into her thoughts. Blinking, Maya looked at Riley, but not before glancing at the digital clock mounted on the wall behind her friend. Two more minutes until a train came.

"Maya!" Riley shouted her name for the seventh time, and the honey blonde teen jumped, not realizing she had tuned her out again fir just a few seconds. She blinked and looked away from the clock and at Riley again.

"…Yes?" the honey blonde teenage girl asked.

"You tuned me out," Riley pouted. Despite the change in expression, her almond brown eyes were still crinkled in their perpetual smile. It bugged Maya a little how jolly and optimistic Riley always was, but not too much. That's what made them such great friends. They were just such polar opposite of each other, and yet so alike, they fit perfectly together like a two-piece puzzle, the separate pieces okay alone, but only showed the true beauty of the picture they created when they were put together.

"Err, sorry, Ri's," Maya said a little awkwardly, though she didn't mean to. Riley immediately noticed her friends awkwardness, in her almond shaped eyes uncrinkled slightly in concern.

"Everything okay, Maya?" she asked, lifting a hand from where it was at between her legs and resting it on her best friend's shoulder.

Maya looked up and at her best friends eyes, locking her blue eyes with Riley's brown ones. A flutter of nerves suddenly sprang up in the pit of her stomach. I need to tell her, she thought, looking away from her best friend and squeezing her eyes shut as she tried to calm her nerves. Once she was able to, Maya looked back up at Riley, who only looked more concerned than before. Swallowing thickly, Maya grabbed Riley's hands, taking the one off of her shoulder to hold them tightly in her own nimble fingers. "Riley," she started, "there's something really important I must tell you. Like, really, really important."

Riley looked into her friend's eyes, her expression portraying her clear confusion mingled with her concern. "What is it, Maya?"

Maya shifted her weight from cheek to the other, suddenly uncomfortable where she was sitting on the bench next to Riley. "I think," she started, feeling the flutter of nerves in her stomach once more. "I think I may, potentially, possibly slightly like-"

All of a sudden, a subway train pulled to a grinding, screechy halt at the platform they were on, and its doors flung wide open. The subway platform was suddenly filled with early workers running late to their job and venders looking to sell things or open up shop for the day at the subway shops. Maya's next words were lost in the ocean of noise that accompanied the busy, bustling life of New York City's subway system.

"You like what?" Riley shouted over the noise, her brown eyebrows furrowed as she tried to concentrate on Maya's voice.

Maya found herself guiltily relieved that the noise had started when it had. She didn't hear what I said! She thought happily, before guilt crashed over her. Is hold try again, she thought to herself. I should try telling her again.

No, Maya, the silent evil voice in her head refuted. It's a sign. She's not supposed to know.

But I don't believe in that stuff, she thought desperately, trying to refute the voice arguing against her in her head. Those things aren't real, signs and all. I should tell her. But despite herself, she shook her head, the other voice winning over. No. I shouldn't tell her. It might break her heart, break our friendship. I shouldn't tell her. "Nothing!" she shouted above the noise. "I can tell you later!"

"Well… okay!" Riley responded. "We should get on the train! This is ours, right?"

Maya nodded in affirmation. "It is!"

"Then let's get going!" Riley stood up, tugging her friend to her feet as well and dragging Maya thought the sea of people still milling about on the platform of the subway. Maya let her drag her along, thinking about her decision.

What's wrong with keeping just one, little, tiny, itty bitty secret from your best friend? Maya thought as the subway train took off from the docking station, stumbling and quickly falling into a seat with Riley as it took off downtown to where they had school. Is it really that wrong? People keep secrets all the time. Is this one really that bad?

Eh. Didn't get to my goal, but whatever.

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~Ty