Girl Meets World drabbles, one-shots, & headcanons

Like Real People Do ~ Rilaya

~set in their senior year~

"Pick up, Farkle, Maya muttered under her breath as the phone rang, "pick up,"

"Hey Maya," Farkle answered the phone.

"Farkle!" Maya exclaimed.

"Maya?!" Farkle exclaimed back, with some confusion.

"Farkle, I need your advice and your help," Maya said, getting straight to the point.

"Does my help involve my money?" Farkle asked her skeptically.

"Me needing your help isn't always about money, Farkle!" Maya replied, annoyed.

"Okay, sorry! Do you need the advice or the help first?"

"I need the advice first, and if the answer is yes, then I'll need your help, but if it's no, then I guess I won't need your help..."

There was a moment of silence, as Farkle waited for the question. "Are you gonna ask me, or what?"

Maya, who had zoned out, snapped back, "Yes, of course... uh, do you think if I asked Riley to Pr—"

But Farkle cut her off before she could finish. "Yes," he said firmly.

"What?"

"Yes." Farkle repeated. "She'd say yes."

"I- I don't mean as friends, Farkle," Maya replied hesitantly.

She could almost hear him rolling his eyes. "How stupid do you think we are?"

"I- I don't..."

"Maya, we all know,"

"How can you all know? I don't think even Riley knows!"

"Maya, anybody who saw you two together would know,"

"So you think she'll say yes?"

"Yes, yes definitely!"

Maya's face split into a wide smile. "Okay, in that case, I'm gonna need your help."

•••

It was a week later and Riley and Farkle were in Topanga's.

"Where is everyone, Farkle?" Riley asked.

He shrugged. "I'm sure they'll be here soon,"

"We've been waiting for twenty minutes! I'm gonna call Maya," she took her phone out of her pocket, but Farkle snatched from her. "Farkle, what the hell!"

"What?"

"Give me my phone back!"

"Okay, but only if you promise not to call anyone," he said firmly.

She looked at him suspiciously, "Farkle, what is going on?"

"Nothing!" He lied.

"You're a terrible liar, Farkle,"

She was right, Maya really should've gotten someone else to do this.

"Just," he sighed, "just wait five more minutes, okay?"

"Okay... You gonna give me back my phone or what?"

"Are you gonna call Maya?"

She narrowed her eyes and started at him for a moment. "No," she finally said.

He handed back the phone, and she pocketed it, slurping her smoothie loudly.

Farkle's phone buzzed a few minutes later. It was a text from Maya: Ready.