Author's Note: Guys, there's no new GMW this week...I don't know what to do now...

Disclaimer: I don't own Girl Meets World, but I do own my flaws :)

"Here's to you and your temper
Yes, I remember what you said last night
And I know that you see what you're doing to me
Tell me why"

-Tell Me Why, Taylor Swift

"You are such a lightweight," Maya smirked, laughing as Lucas stumbled down the hallway clumsily.

"You're the one who shot back twelve of those things," Lucas pointed out, propping his hand against the wall to try and steady himself.

"And I feel fine," she remarked, bouncing on the tips of her toes frenziedly.

"I don't think 'fine' is the word I'd use," Riley replied, eyeing her shaking friends dubiously as they entered the Matthews' apartment.

"Alright," Riley said slowly as Maya and Lucas continued to bounce up and down uncontrollably. "I'm going to walk Farkle down to his dad's car, and then I'll be right back. Try not to break anything while I'm gone."

"No promises," Maya called out as Riley walked out the door. She turned unsteadily to find Lucas staring straight at her, and she raised her eyebrows haughtily. "What'cha looking at Hee-Haw?"

"You look great," he said softly.

Maya rolled her eyes instinctively. "Okay, now I know you're a lightweight."

Lucas laughed and stepped towards her choppily, tripping over the leg of the table. "Hey, I'm just repaying you for what you said the first time we met. What was it again?" He paused and pretended to mull it over. "Oh yeah, I'm 'really cute.'"

Maya glared at him, unamused. "I was doing that for Riley–remember her? The girl you're supposed to be calling great."

"Why's that?" Lucas asked, frowning confusedly.

"Because you're the Topanga to her Cory," Maya explained, throwing her arms up exasperatedly. "You're the great loves of each other's lives."

Lucas paused and tilted his head thoughtfully at her. "What if I like someone else?"

"You can't," she said automatically.

He nodded absently and looked around the room with a bitter expression. "So that's it? My life's already all planned out perfectly for me?" He paused and glanced down at his trembling hands before taking a deep breath. "Maya, we're friends, and there's something I've been wanting to tell you–"

"We are not friends," Maya said harshly. "In fact, if it weren't for Riley, I doubt we'd even talk at all."

Lucas looked up swiftly, a rare glare crossing his features. "What are we then?"

"Nothing," she replied flippantly. "You're the Texas-loving cowboy who's going to date my best friend, and I'm just the broken girl who makes your life miserable."

"No." Lucas shook his head vehemently, and stepped forward until they were a breath apart. "You're the girl whose smirk drives me crazy; the girl I'm constantly trying–and failing–to outwit; the girl who puts her arms on my desk at school like she owns the place. Does that really sound like nothing to you?"

Maya's cold expression dropped, and for once she was speechless. "I–"

"I'm back!" Riley announced, strolling back into the apartment with her mother.

Topanga took one look at Maya and Lucas's teetering, disheveled appearances, and turned towards her daughter, confused. "What wrong with them?"

"Sugar high," Riley explained matter-of-factly. "Maya bet Lucas she could eat more pixie sticks than him; turns out they can both eat a lot of pixie sticks. But it should be wearing off–"she turned and looked over at her friends, who were now slumped down on opposite sides of the couch–"now. Can they stay here for the night?"

Topanga eyed her daughter questioningly. "Why?"

"Because," Riley walked over to Lucas and Maya's sleeping figures and picked up one of each of their arms. "I don't think they're going anywhere for a while."

She let go of their arms, and they dropped back down instantly, like dead-weight.

Topanga laughed and headed toward the hallway. "I'll call their mothers. But Lucas stays out of your room, understood?"

"Deal." Riley nodded and skipped after her mother happily, glancing back at her two best friends amusedly before heading into her room.

"Hey, cowboy?" Maya said quietly.

Lucas opened his eyes sleepily. "Mm?"

"I lied," she admitted softly. "I do like you."

Lucas smiled and looked over at her curled-up figure contentedly. "Friends?"

Maya nodded and smiled back. "Friends."

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