Girl Meets World drabbles, one-shots, & headcanons

In Love and Terrified ~ Lucaya

Based off the prompt: "I think I'm in love and I'm terrified"
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~set in their college years, Maya and Lucas are both around 20/21~

Maya spotted Lucas sitting on one of the orange chairs in Topanga's. "You avoiding me or what, Huckleberry?" She asked, sitting down next to him and giving him a slight nudge.
"No," he replied too quickly, barely looking at her.
"Wow, okay," she raised her eyebrows and looked away from him.
The two sat in silence for a few moments; Maya watching him out of the corner of her eye. "I know something's up... You've barely talked to me these past few days, let alone done anything else." Maya said quietly.
"Yeah, well maybe I just haven't been in the mood, Maya," Lucas replied, snappishly, shifting uncomfortably in his seat; still not looking at her.
"What? Not in the mood for talking, or for.. y'know, the other stuff?" She prompted, nudging him again; attempting to lighten the mood.
Finally, Lucas looked at her—his expression one of disbelief and annoyance—he could hardly believe she wasn't getting it. "Maya, did it ever occur to you that the reason I came back here instead of our normal place was because I didn't want to be found?"
"So the place you came back to was our old hang out? Why didn't you just go to some random park or coffee shop?"
Lucas looked away from her again. "This was where we went to on our first date," he muttered.
Maya was beginning to connect the dots. "So this is about me, and you are avoiding me,"
He didn't respond.
She sighed, "Is this about the Andy thing?"
He whipped back around to face her, "No! What Andy thing?"
It was Maya's turn to look away now. "Obviously, not then." She muttered, grinding her teeth.
"Maya, what Andy thing?" Lucas asked again, more sternly this time.
"It doesn't matter, because you and I are not together, which means I do not have to tell you." Maya replied, speaking as fast as she could, as if that would somehow make it easier.
"Great, so you slept with him," Lucas said sarcastically, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration.
"I didn't sleep with him, Huckleberry, calm down... I just maybe, kinda, made out with him a little," Maya trailed off, not meeting his eyes.
Lucas sighed, and looked down at his hands. "Do you like him?" He finally asked.
"No," Maya replied honestly, "I don't."
"Maya, it's okay if you do." Lucas said quietly, raising his head and looking her straight in eyes.
"I don't," Maya repeated. "Some of us just went to a club the other night and all got a little drunk, and Mel dared me to ask the hottest person there, and well, you've seen Andy, he's... very hot."
"Why did you just tell me all of that if we're not even together, Maya?"
Maya looked at him incredulously, clearly bewildered, "Because... you're acting super mopey. I just wanted to reassure you that I don't like him, okay?"
"Maya, me and you, we're just a casual thing, right? No need to reassure me about anything." Lucas stated unconvincingly, giving an exaggerated shrug.
"Well there's clearly some unresolved feelings," Maya pointed out cautiously.
"On my end or your end?" He questioned, sounding slightly choked.
"Does it matter?" Maya replied softly.
After a couple of moments Lucas looked away. "Apparently not."
Maya took a deep breath and exhaled, looking away from him too.
"I just want to... stop."
Maya turned back to look at him. "Stop?" She questioned. "Stop having sex?"
"I didn't say that," he shook his head slightly, and even laughed.
She grabbed him the shirt and pulled him towards her like she had so many times before; she glanced down at his lips before looking back up at his eyes. "Then what do you wanna do, huh Ranger Rick?"
"I don't know," he laughed again; then more seriously, "I guess, I just wanna start..." but he trailed off, unsure of what to say.
"Start?" Maya raised her eyebrows, and kissed him, her lips just brushing his—she was teasing him. "Start doing it right here?" She coiled her leg around his, smiling flirtatiously.
He tilted his head as if to say why not; the corner of his mouth turning upwards.
"Alright, but we might get some funny looks though, Huckleberry," she whispered smoothly, before letting go of his t-shirt, and throwing him back to his seat.
Lucas watched her, smiling slightly. Maya looked up at him. "Stop," she told him firmly, "we're not in middle school anymore, Huckleberry."
"I guess you got a point there," he grimaced, nodding.
They sat in silence for a while; Maya trying to figure what was wrong. "You came here because you didn't think I'd look here; you've been avoiding me these past few days, and it's not to do with Andy," She said slowly. "You know if I hurt you somehow, I'm sorry. You know I'd never want to do that."
"I know," he answered solemnly.
"So can you please just tell me what's wrong? I hate it when you're avoiding me." Maya pleaded.
"Maya, did it ever occur to you that maybe I'm not avoiding you because I don't want to be around you," he tried to explain.
"So then why is it?" Maya asked gently.
"I- I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified." He admitted finally.
Maya was overcome with an urge to cry and kiss him at those words; fighting both of them, she smiled sadly. "Did it ever occur to you that maybe I feel the same way?"
"Then why don't we stop what we're doing, and start over?"
Maya didn't reply, and just looked at him with that sad smile still on her face.
"Hi," Lucas began cautiously smiling and waving his hand, "I'm Lucas, you're really cute, maybe we should hang out sometime,"
Maya laughed despite herself; she put her hand against his raised one, and entwined her fingers with his. "We don't work, Lucas, you know that," she told him, her voice quiet and sad.
"Maya, we're older now, we've grown, we've changed," Lucas protested.
Maya shook her head slowly, and removed her hand from Lucas'. "I don't think it matters."
"I do, doesn't that account for anything?"
"Lucas, there's a reason we're both terrified of our feelings," Maya said, her voice rising slightly; clearly annoyed he wasn't getting it.
"And that is?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.
"We know we're going to end up hurting each other if we act on them." She responded as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Lucas shook his head, "No. No, I'm terrified because I know that if we don't act on them they're going to tear us apart, and I don't want that."
Maya blinked and frowned. "So what do we do then?" She pondered.
"What do you want to do?"
"I want you to be happy, that's all," Maya murmured, looking into his eyes. "I'm scared of hurting you again."
"I know you'd never intentionally hurt me, Maya."
Maya nodded, thinking hard. "I wouldn't. Ever."
"Where does that leave us then?"
Maya smiled down to herself for a moment, before looking back up, a grin slowly spreading onto her face. "Hi, I'm Maya. You're really cute, maybe we should hang out sometime."