galaxies edge ☼ gmw [OH]

iii ; rain + heart ache

[Nova's aesthetic pictured above]

TAKING A SEAT NEXT TO Maya, my lunch tray in hand, we all look to Lucas expectantly.

"Aww, look at him looking for a place to fit in," the blonde teases.

"Do you think he'll sit with us?" Riley asks.

"Sure he will," I say and move to the other side of the table, across from her, and then Maya takes my seat. As Lucas smiles at me and walks over, Farkle jumps into the seat instead.

I make eye contact with Lucas and gesture for him to sit here with my hand, he smiles and nods.

"Ladies," he says casually.

"Farkle!" Maya and Riley exclaim in disappointment, but I pat the seat next to me for Lucas.

"Interesting lunch line dilemma; sloppy joe or chicken pot pie?" He asks while looking to Maya and Riley suggestively, "or sloppy joe? Or chicken pot pie?"

"Such life altering decisions, Minkus," I observe boredly.

"Is that all you got?" Maya questions.

"That's it. Same time tomorrow."

"There he is! Invite him to sit down," Maya says.

"With words?" Riley anxiously asks.

"You're ready for this."

"You can do this Riles," I tell her.

"What do I say?"

"'Hey Lucas, looking for somebody special?'" Maya suggests.

"You can't say that," I smile at her while shaking my head.

"Hey Lucas, looking for somebody?" Maya tries again.

"Too forward," Riley says.

"Hey, Lucas," Maya says again. I see him walking towards us again and I smile at him.

"Like we're on a first name basis," Riley says doubtfully.

"Hey."

"Hey."

"Hey, back," the gorgeous Texan interjects while sitting down, a humorous look passes over our faces.

"Hi," Riley says awkwardly.

"What's up?" I say from my spot across from him.

"You're sitting here," Riley speaks again, a nervous smile adorns her face.

"Is, that okay?" He asks. We all give him a thumbs up.

"Can you excuse me for just one sec?" Riley squeaks out and turns toward Maya and they do this weird noise with a hand motion and a laugh escapes my mouth.

"How ya doin'?" Cory Matthews asks with an arm on Lucas' shoulder.

"Matthews don't do it," I speak sternly, pleading with my eyes.