Bucket List: A Girl Meets World Story

Chapter 8

Imma start jumping right into the story with no author's note bc people are literally commenting more on the small paragraph before I start writing than the actual chapter :/ (I swear to god if this is the only thing anyone comments on sml)

          They were at it again.

          Maya had snuck into Lucas's window late one of the summer's night, and they ended up lying in his bed, Maya on top, and Lucas below her, making out passionately. As for sex, no. They weren't there. At least, not yet.

Maya took a deep breath as she parted from Lucas, searching for a quick gulp of air, and as she dived back into him, Lucas repositioned his chin upward. "Maya?" He asked, as the blonde resorted to kissing down his neck.

"Mm, hm?" Maya muttered in response, her lips not parting from his skin. She tucked her hair back so it's locks didn't get in her way as she worked her magic.

"What are we?"

Maya stopped in her tracks, frozen. "What?" She asked, pulling away and sitting on top of Lucas's torso.

"We keep doing this. You or I come over, we hook up, and we leave. What are we?" Lucas's green eyes were wide as he looked up into Maya's blue ones. A million thoughts ran through his head.

"Do we really have to put a label on it?" Maya was exasperated, practically sweating from the nervous tension.

"Yeah," Lucas said in a slow voice, "I think we do."

Maya turned away from him, replaying memories in her mind - memories she'd rather forget. "Lucas..." Maya said in a mummer, "you know I don't like labeling things."

"Maya, please," Lucas pleaded, reaching forward for her hand. "I'm nothing like Josh. I won't hurt you. Let me in."

          "I..." Maya hesitated, pulling her shirt sleeve back over the bra strap that had been showing on her shoulder.

         "You like me, I like you. Why not make it official?"

          Maya shifted slightly, Lucas's words hitting her core.

          And then Lucas had an idea. "Okay," he said, scooting out from underneath Maya, then positioning her so she sat on his bed with her legs dangling to the floor. Lucas bent down on one knee, taking her by the hand. "Maya Hart," he began, raising a thick eyebrow at her, "will you do me the honors-" his voice was gradually raising, "-oF BEING MY GIRLFRIEND?"

          Maya's eyes widened. "SHHHHH!" She gasped, attempted to cover his mouth with her hand.

          Lucas pushed her arm away with ease, then cupped his own hands around his mouth, pupils dilating slightly. "THAT WAS NOT AN ANSWER, MAYA HART!" Lucas continued, managing to further raise his voice. He wasn't worried about being heard by his family - they were away.

          "YES!" Maya screamed back at him in a flurry of frustration and her being a flustered mess. "NOW, COME'MERE!" She said, pulling the dork in by the collar of his shirt.

          She positioned herself so she was on her back underneath him, and he lay atop her body. She giggled, their faces a mere two inches apart.

          "Now," Maya said, interlacing her fingers with Lucas, "where were we?"

          And the space between their lips was closed once more.

         "Everyone hates me." Riley sighed into her phone, burying her head in her hands as she plopped into a booth in Topanga's.

          "How can you be so sure?" Farkle asked into his own phone, holding it to his ear with his shoulder as he placed a slice of leftover pizza into the microwave inside his room.

          "What are you doing?" Riley wrinkled her nose in confusion, having heard a strange noise on Farkle's end.

          "Making dinner," Farkle responded. Had he been talking to anyone else, his voice would've been small. But he and Riley talked. She listened and he tried to understand. "Now, how can you be so sure?"

          "One second." Riley said as a waitress approached her table. "A Coca-Cola, hold the ice, and a cheeseburger please." She smiled at the waitress, sliding an extra 75 cents towards her. That was the secret code teenagers used for: Better add a shot of vodka in there, too. The waitress nodded, taking the change, and was gone.

             "Okay," Riley said, turning her attention back to Farkle. "I threw both Maya and Lucas out. They haven't called me in weeks. I have to see a-" Riley stopped herself, eyes wide.

           "See a what?" Farkle asked, furrowing his eyebrows as he took his pizza out of the small machine.

          "Nothing." Riley responded, quickly changing the subject. "You're all I have left, Farkle." She said frailly, looking down at her jean skirt.

          Farkle was silent for a second. "I'm sorry, Riley." He inhaled and exhaled loudly. "I'm going to talk to them." He said, standing up from his bean-bag chair.

          "What?"

          "I'm going to talk to them. I'm going to fix this."

          "Farkle, don't you dare." But, the other line was silent. Riley was completely alone.

"We need to talk. Now." Farkle slammed the door of Lucas's bedroom against it's own wall.

"JESUS CHRIST!" Lucas screamed, both he and Maya scrambling off of each other and covering themselves with the blanket of Lucas's bed.

"RIGHT NOW?" Maya's blue eyes darted about, still wide with adrenaline.

"Yes." Farkle said, flipping the light switch upwards, illuminating Lucas's bedroom with yellow light. "You need to forgive Riley."

The two were silent. "I don't know if I can." Maya said softly. Lucas nodded in agreement.

"You need to." Farkle attempted to look them in the eyes, but both his friends' rays of vision were directed downward. "She can't sleep, guys. She regrets what she did to infinity and back. It takes her two hours just to get out of bed. She needs you guys. She needs her friends."

Maya looked at Lucas, Lucas looked at Farkle, Farkle looked at Maya. They then switched. Farkle looked at Lucas, Lucas looked at Maya, and Maya looked at Farkle.

"Okay." The Texan boy said, running a hand through his dirty blonde hair. "How do we fix this?"