Elliot Meets World ( season 1)

Elliot Meets Girl

The bell rang

Inside John Quincy Adams Middle School.

Maya. Riley and Elliot were standing near the lockers when Lucas goes to sit down nearby. Elliot was playing an addicting game on his phone.

"Talk to him," Maya ordered.

"Why? We have a great text relationship." Riley told her.

"You know what's a better text relationship?" Maya asked.

"What?" Riley asked.

"Talk to him," Maya ordered.

Riley showed how cute Lucas is on text message.

"El tells her to talk to him," Maya told Elliot

"Huh, yeah, sure whatever. I need to beat my high score." Elliot when back to his game.

Maya rolled her eyes.

"He's right over there," Maya told her.

"Noooo! Too complicated over there. Lots can go wrong over there. The only thing that can go wrong over here is if I go over there."Riley told her.

Maya pointed to Lucas, basically ordering Riley to go to him.

Riley went behind him and attempted to say 'Hi' several times, but only mouthed it.

"Talk to him."Maya mouthed.

Riley nodded.

The next thing you know, she sniffed Lucas' neck and went back to Maya.

"How'd I do?" Riley asked.

"You smelled him," Maya stated as she handed Riley back her books.

"Yup." Riley nodded.

"You smelled him is what you did," Maya stated.

"I walk through life, the way I walk through life." Riley smiled.

"Can we please talk about this?" Maya begged.

Riley texted Maya

"Nope." Maya read the text.

"Hey, bonehead." Maya tried to get Elliot's attention.

"Yes, honey." Elliot didn't look up from his game.

"It's time for class," Maya told him.

Elliot jumped on his skateboard and rode to class.

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John Quincy Adams Middle School

History classroom.

Cory was holding a cell phone.

"You guys don't connect with each other. It's like you can't exist without these. You use emoticons rather than emotions. You're an unfeeling generation of zombies." Cory told the class.

Elliot and Maya leaned in and pretended to eat Riley's brains like zombies.

"Stop eating her," Cory demanded.

Myzell suddenly came in with a poker face.

"You're late, Miss Myzell, "Cory told her.

"My goldfish died," Myzell informed him flatly.

"You see? This is what I'm talking about; Miss Myzell has clearly suffered a tragic loss. Yet, she does not seem in touch with her actual emotions." Cory told the class.

"Excuse me? I am crying my eyes out. I'm going to have to leave class early." Myzell told him flatly and then left.

"Oh, she actually made it out the door this time," Cory said, amazed, and opened the door.