Still don't own Girl Meets World.
"You want to see a rope trick?" Lucas said, twirling his lasso over his head. Well, this could go one of two ways, he thought to himself, really well, or really poorly.
"Will you stop distracting me with that?" replied the indignant birthday girl, "It's not like I actually believed you're a real cowboy."
"Yeah," the boy smirked, "'cause if I was then I could do this."
With one swift motion he looped rope over Maya and quickly tied her up. He tried to act cool, but he was really stressing this whole scheme.
Maya was scared that introducing Shawn to her mother would drive him away, but Lucas couldn't imagine it was true. From what he'd heard from Riley and Maya Mr. Hunter seemed like a nice guy, one who would look out for Maya and could be a good role model for her. Lucas liked the man for those reasons alone.
After Riley and Farkle ran out of the room, Lucas followed them, mostly because he didn't want to suffer the wrath of Maya. I'll give her a little time to cool off before I come back, he thought to himself, heading home to pick up his birthday present for her, hopefully it'll distract her, maybe she'll forget she wants to kill me.
"How's the birthday girl?" Lucas asked, popping his head back into the room, surprised to find Maya there alone, and looking more upset than angry.
"No so great," she huffed, looking as if she was trying not to cry.
"Where's Riles?" he asked.
"I thought she was with you," Maya squinted at him, "She hasn't come back since you all ran away."
"She hasn't?" Lucas asked surprised, "You mean she left you all alone on your birthday?"
"You all did, Cowboy, or did you forget you left too?" Maya returned.
"Well, I just went home to get you your present," he explained, "I didn't really think Riley and Farkle would leave you alone, or I wouldn't have left."
"How am I supposed to believe that," she said, blowing up a bang that promptly fell back in front of her eyes, "You're the one who tied me up. Nice 'rope trick', by the way, I didn't get a chance to compliment your handy work."
"Whoa, you're really mad," he said, sitting down on the window seat, but not too close to her.
"Of course I am!" shrieked the Hart girl, "Some birthday this is turning out to be."
"You know Riley is only trying to help," Lucas reasoned, brushing the hair out of her eyes. It must've been driving her crazy, because she actually looked grateful for a second.
"Well of course you'd say that," she pouted, "You're not the one who's business she's always getting into. I love Riley like a sister, but sometimes she crosses the line. I didn't ask for her help."
"You've got a point there," he agreed, "Why don't you tell her how you feel."
"I don't wanna upset her," she shrugged, "Or get into a fight about it. It is still my birthday, I want to spend it with my best friend- or at least I will, if she ever comes back."
"Well, if your best friend isn't here, maybe you'll settle for me?" he offered her the gift.
She could tell he wrapped it himself, because there was more tape than paper, but she didn't bother mentioning it, since it was the thought that counts.
"Uh, how about you untie me, so I can open it," she suggested, smiling sweetly.
"Yeah right," he laughed, as her eyes clouded over, "I don't wanna see what you'll do if I did untie ya, plus Riley would wring my neck."
"Fine, open it for me then," she said, rolling her eyes, annoyed her trick hadn't worked.
"No, save it for later," he said, "When you're in a better mood."
"I'll be in a better mood now if you give me my present," she countered.
"Fine, I'll open it for you, but you've got to promise not to make fun," he said, suddenly embarrassed by his gift. Would she get it? Would she like it? Maybe I should've just gotten her a cupcake from the bakery downstairs, he internalized, although he hardly had time to debate the point any further before ripped open the paper- with a little struggle, there was too much tape- and presenting her with the gift.
"Oh, for lil' ol' me?" she asked laughing, as he placed a bright pink cowgirl hat on her head, "Aww, you shouldn't have."
"Hope you like it, little lady," he joked, tipping his own imaginary hat, "Brought it back from Texas last time I visited. I saw it and thought of you."
"Well, thank ya par'ner," she continued in an exaggerated accent, "I shall cherish it forever."
"I hope so," he answered, eyes glowing at her genuine appreciation of the gift. He hadn't known what to expect when he gave it to her, he was glad she liked it, or was at least pretending to for his sake, "It looks mighty fine on ya."
"Thanks," she said, dropping the accent, "seriously, thanks- and thanks for coming back."
"There's nobody I'd rather spend your birthday with," he replied, and the two sat quietly for a while; heads turned towards the floor, smiles wide, and cheeks blushing pink. They stayed that way until they heard the Matthews' getting back into the apartment, at which time Lucas wordlessly placed a shy kiss on the birthday girl's cheek and headed out the window.