(based on the american revolution skit from girl meets game night)
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"No way," was Maya's immediate answer.
But it wasn't Farkle's amused smile that bothered her.
Nor was it Riley's twinkling puppy dog eyes accompanied with her reproachful hand-on-hips.
It was that stupid challenging smirk on Lucas's face and that dumb gentle chuckle that got to her.
"Fine," she conceded, "I'll do it."
Lucas smirked in satisfaction, glad that the blonde had taken the bait.
"But only because I get to see Ranger Rick give up his cowboy hat for a wig," she replied with an equally satisfied smirk.
"At least we'll be matching," he responded with an irksome grin. Maya glared in response, her eyes twitching briefly.
"Yay!" Riley exclaimed. She tangled Maya's hand with her own and led her off to the bathroom to change.
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The boys walked out of their respective stalls and looked at each other.
Lucas was wearing a great blue and beige frock coat with golden shoulder pads, coupled by beige breeches, dark brown stockings, and a white fringed cravat around his neck. To top it off, he was wearing a black three-cornered hat with a gold and white bow. He was George Washington, in essence.
Farkle was the complete doppelganger of King George III. A fur cloak was fastened around his brown waistcoat with blood red lining.
"Dude," Lucas said, looking Farkle up and down, "we look pretty good."
"Yes, my friend," Farkle said rubbing his hands together sycophantically, "we certainly do."
Lucas and Farkle walked out of the bathroom and walked into the hallway.
They sat down near a bench, waiting for the girls to come when the girls' bathroom door suddenly opened and the light spread into the hallway.
Riley walked in, in a much more simple, darker outfit. It was a deep plum waistcoat with yet another white fringed cravat. She was John Adams.
"We have a problem," Riley stated.
"What's wrong?" Farkle inquired.
"Maya won't come out."
Lucas let out a derisive snort. Unbeknownst to him, Maya had heard him. She cracked open the door. "Shut up," she demanded.
Lucas looked in her direction and saw nothing, only the sliver of light protruding from the door. He walked closer towards her floating voice.
"Awh, come on Maya, we can't start the revolution without you!" He exclaimed.
She opened the door a little wider, sticking her foot out, revealing white stockings and dark brown moccasins.
"I am not doing this." She said angrily.
Lucas laughed again. "What's the matter? Rebel Maya can't handle a revolution?"
She let out a huge groan then opened the door fully and walked out. She kept her eyes pointing straight down to the floor as she got out. She slowly looked up to Lucas' face.
They stared at each other for a solid minute.
Lucas' lips slowly furled into a taunting grin and in that moment Maya would've given everything to rip the costume off.
Lucas opened his mouth to speak, but Maya cut him off.
"You're not even wearing a wig," her eyes widened and her nostrils flared.
He let out a mirthless laugh. "Did you really think I was?"
"Ooooooh," she clenched her fists, then clawed her hands as if to grab his throat.
"I'm General George Washington," he tipped his hat, "and I'll be here for the rest of the American Revolution," he winked and walked away.
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a/n: i'm so sorry for the long wait between chapters, i've been really busy with a ton of other stuff. thank you for the awesome support and lemme know what you all think of this one! :) also, do you all mind if i put some rilaya + other maya-centric drabbles in here as well? or would you prefer all lucaya? thanks!