Girl Meets World drabbles, one-shots, & headcanons

Show Me ~ Lucaya

Based off this prompt: "Show me that I'm what you want."

~set in 11th grade~

"You know everybody's looking for you,"

Maya turned around to see Lucas standing by the fence, his arms folded, an unimpressed look on his face.

She rolled her eyes before turning away again. "Yeah? Well maybe I don't wanna be found."

"I don't think you're supposed to be in this place," Lucas walked up to stand next to her. She didn't look at him.

They were in what seemed to be an abandoned building site—a half finished building, empty and pointless, its story had ended before it had even begun. Maya was standing on the unfinished second floor, leaning out the glassless window—not that she needed to look at the window, seeing as the walls were practically nonexistent.

Maya shrugged, "I like to come here sometimes..."

She waited for Lucas to reply. He didn't.

"You should see it at sunset, it's beautiful... the way the shadows form and how the light comes through the window," she smiled, and finally turned to look at Lucas, who was gazing at her in wonder; she felt her cheeks redden, she looked away again.

"You know how I found you?" Lucas murmured after some moments.

Maya shook her head.

"I looked at your art, I figured that was the key to understanding you. And your most recent painting was this place.. a black skeleton of a house in this beautiful purple sunset."

Maya looked down, smiling at his description of her painting.

"Why'd you run away, Maya?"

Maya looked back at the window as she felt her heart leap into her throat. "Why'd you think?" Her voice broke, but she swallowed down her tears.

"Is that you're way of saying because of me, Maya?" Lucas asked, sounding angry.

Maya turned back to look at him, suddenly blazing. "You and Riley broke up. She dumped you and now she's dating Farkle." Her voice was rising angrily with each word. "And you've been out with a different girl each week, and then you climb through my window at night in the fucking rain and tell me that you'd wish you'd chosen me all along! How am I supposed to react to that, Lucas?!"

He gritted his teeth and looked away guiltily, not replying.

"Look at me and answer me, goddammit!' Maya yelled, grabbing his face and turning him to face her.

"Look who's doing the face grabbing now," Lucas teased, a very non-subtle reminder of their eighth grade trip to Texas where all this madness first came to surface.

"You can't flirt with me now, Huckleberry, we need to actually talk."

"You called me Huckleberry, that's flirting." He pointed out, raising an eyebrow.

She let go of him roughly, rolling her eyes.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay?" Lucas said seriously. "I just... I didn't want to wait any longer after I realised how I felt."

"Wait? Wait?!" Maya shouted as if it was the stupidest thing she'd ever heard. "You weren't waiting Lucas, you were hooking up with every other girl there is!" She took a step towards him and grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him towards her. "You're in love with me?! Then show me that I'm what you want, okay? Show me!"

"Show you?" Lucas asked quietly.

"Yeah! Show me!" Maya yelled back fiercely.

Her blue eyes were on fire and they were the last thing Lucas saw before he closed his eyes and kissed her passionately. To say she was surprised was an understatement, but the moment his lips met hers she practically leapt into his arms; her legs wrapped tightly around his waist; all that she knew was that she wanted to get as close to him as she possibly could. Neither of them had ever kissed another like this, so much passion, so much fire, yet so much love too.

"Wow," Maya whispered, smiling; her hand on Lucas' cheek, when they finally stopped kissing.

"How was that?" Lucas asked cheekily.

Maya tilted her head and smiled despite herself. "It was just a kiss, Cowboy."

"Yeah, but it was a really good kiss," he raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smile.

Maya didn't reply, and instead said, "are you gonna put me down or what?"

He put her down reluctantly, he'd liked holding her. "Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow what?" Maya asked, confused.

"Tomorrow. I'll pick you up at seven to show you exactly what you mean to me, Maya,"

"Is that a date, Huckleberry?" Maya teased.

"Yes," Lucas grinned, and Maya couldn't help but smile.

He offered her his hand and she took it.

"Come on, let's go home."