acts like summer and walks like rain.

summary: Lucas Friar always knew that Riley Matthews was bound for great things, so he let himself get left behind while she goes and saves the world. / Ten Year High School Reunion Story.

a/n: I loooooove this song. Sort-of inspired by the idea that Riley Matthews changes the world while everyone sits and watches. Anyways, enjoy this cute little two-shot.

Anyways, SO TEXAS PART ONE. I THINK RILEY IS LYING. THAT SLY MINX. I LOVE HER.

rated T for love/sex.

disclaimer: i do not own girl meets world or train's 'drop of jupiter'.

Now that she's back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey, hey
She acts like summer and walks like rain

Lucas walks into the decorated hotel ballroom alone with his hands in his pockets. He strokes his shaved chin looking around at the familiar (not-so familiar) faces. He recognizes many of the males in the room and waves to a couple of old friends.

A large banner hangs over his head: Class of 2019 Reunion.

Tonight is the night where 196 of the 300-something 2019 high school graduates of John Quincy Adams Jr. High would gather after ten years. Lucas walks briskly around the room. He sees Mr. Matthews, the father of his old friend Riley and former teacher. He makes his way over to where he is standing.

"Mr. Matthews," Lucas says as he extends his hand for the older man. Cory smiles at him grasping the Texan's hand in his own. He pulls the taller man into a hug.

"I've told you, call me 'Cory' now," he said as they broke apart. Lucas smiles.

"I'm sorry sir, still not used to it," Lucas admits rubbing the back of his head. Once the gang had graduated, Cory and Topanga had told all of them to call them by their first names.

"It's been a while," Cory says. "It's been what? Five years?" Lucas nods. "Wow, Friar. How have you been?"

"I've been good. I started working as a Travel Vet. I travel around the southern states and tend to cattle, pigs, and other animals," he recited knowing he would be repeating this throughout the night.

"That's good. Still married?" His older mentor's gaze lingers towards Lucas's left hand.

"Nope, separated about three years ago," he confesses. The last time he had seen the Matthews (sans Riley) was his wedding five years ago. He had married his college sweetheart, Jenna Jones. Unfortunately they were only married for two years before they separated.

"Sorry to hear that," Cory says sympathetically. Lucas shrugs.

"It happens. How's Topanga?" He initiates small talk until their conversation is cut short by a voice on the loudspeaker.

"Hello everyone," a familiar voice rings through the room. Lucas looks up to see the most angelic face he's ever seen. On the stage, there's Riley Matthews with her long brown locks curled perfectly.

"Wow," he says absentmindedly. Cory looks at the younger man with a knowing smile. He claps a hand on his shoulder and walks away.

Reminds me that there's a time to change, hey, hey, hey
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

Riley was still too beautiful, Lucas thought as he watched her take the stage. He hadn't seen her in person since the summer after senior year. It's been nearly ten years. They did their best to keep in touch, but not being able to see each other took a toll in their he went to university in Texas to pursue his veterinarian dreams, she went to school in California, majoring in English Literature and minoring in Women's studies.

She spent a year abroad studying in Cambridge and traveling across Europe. As soon as she finished college, she spent a couple of years in the Peace Corps as an English teacher. She originally was only suppose to stay for two years, but she ended up extending twice. Now she was working as a teacher and an after school mentor for at-risk youth.

Though he hadn't spoken to her in years, Farkle and Zay kept him updated on all things Riley. He did invite her to his wedding, but she was in Costa Rica molding changing lives and what-not. He wondered about all the lives she's touched while she was there.

He also wondered if she was seeing anyone.

He thought back and wondered why LucasandRiley never happened. They dated briefly in junior high, but in high school, nothing ever happened. They didn't even go to any dances with each other. Lucas would be lying to say he didn't have thing for her back in the day, but he never had the balls to do anything about it. He was planning to ask her out to prom, but she ended up going with Charlie because he never asked.

They were best friends, but after he left New York for college, they never saw each other again. Sure, they texted and phoned each other. There was always the occasional video call, but they always missed each other during their breaks. Eventually, they both moved on, but Lucas had always regretted not keeping his place in her life.

Lucas Friar always knew that Riley Matthews was bound for great things, so he let himself get left behind while she goes and saves the world.

But tell me, did you sail across the sun?
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated?

It's been an hour since Lucas first walked into the reunion. Since then he's already talked to several of his former teammates. Most of them were, in Lucas' opinion, were stuck in a rut. Some of them were doing really well. He ran into Farkle who was easily the most successful person in the room (graduated from MIT, runs Minkus International, created his own start-up electrical engineering company just for fun). The two friends didn't spend too much talking because they already had plans to have dinner the following night.

He also ran into a heavily pregnant Maya Hart-Matthews. He knew that she had married Josh Matthews a while back. He was invited to the wedding, but his Pappy Joe died the week before so he wasn't able to go. He sent them a Kurieg.

"Been a minute Huckleberry," she smiled as she pulled him into a hug.

"Damn shortstack, you're huge," he teased. She beamed brightly to show that she took the joke affectionately. "May I?" he reached his hands forward. She nodded.

"Thanks, two weeks, and I'll be small again." She happily places his hands on her abdomen.

"How's the married life?"

"It's great! How about you?" She beams brightly.

"Got divorced actually." She winced.

"Yeah, I heard, but I wanted to hear from you," he admitted.

"So what are you up to these days?"

"I work at a museum as a curator."

"Impressive," he said truly awed. He always knew that she had impeccable taste in art.

"Thanks Doctor Sundance." They continued to catch up, and then made plans to have lunch the next day. Lucas moved on and ended taking to several of his old classmates.

Billy Ross was a wall-street broker.

Missy Bradford-Wells works for Senator Eric Matthews.

Darby became a personal trainer and owned several gyms in the city.

Yogi became a surgeon.

Sarah got married a military man and had six kids.

He found out that one of his former teammates died in combat and another died of a drug overdose.

Lucas was overwhelmed with all these stories. However, he had yet to find the one person he really wanted to speak with. He was in the middle of a conversation with Dave (who struck rich at a Vegas casino and was almost as rich as Farkle) when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

He turned around and saw the very woman he founded himself entranced with at the beginning of the night.

"Hi" twenty-eight year old Riley Matthews says softly. After ten years, Lucas found himself breathless at the sight of her.

"Hey," he found himself saying before pulling her in his arms.

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star–
One without a permanent scar?
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?

"So did you ever fall in love?" Lucas asks as the two of them stand outside his balcony. The reunion was long over, and the two friends made to his hotel room sixteen floors above the reception hall. They had already been talking for a while catching up. Riley leans her back against the railing and looks at him.

"Yeah actually. Twice," she says honestly.

"Really? Tell me."

"The first was in college. I fell for this guy I met when I was going to this concert. He was the bassist player. I gave him my number and we dated for a while."

"How'd it end?"

"He OD'd one night in my apartment. It was really scary," she ran her fingers through her hair.

"He die?"

"No. I stayed with him through two stints of rehab, but in the end, he was the one who broke up with me." Riley turned around and leaned her arms on the railing.

"Wow, Riley," Lucas stood up from his spot and stood next to her.

"How about you? I heard you got married," she turned to face him with a smile. He chuckled.

"Yeah, for like two minutes," he scoffed.

"What happened?" She wondered.

"Didn't you say you fell in love twice?" He tried changing the subject.

"Hey, I told you one of my stories. It's your turn," she turned to face him fully.

"Nothing special. She was my college sweetheart. I thought she was the one. We got hitched after college, but we weren't ready for it. So one night, she left me."

"I think there's more to the story," she teased.

"You think?" He raised an eyebrow moving closer towards her. Their faces got dangerously close. Her lips puckered up, and it took all of his self-control to not lean in to kiss her.

"I know, but I'll let you tell me when you're ready," she faced the city lights again and leaned onto his shoulder. He smiled softly and wrapped an arm around her.

"Well, it's your turn Matthews. Who else stole your heart?" Riley smiles wistfully.

Now that she's back from that soul vacation
Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey, hey (mmm)
She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo
Reminds me that there's room to grow, hey, hey, hey (yeah)

They fall into bed.

It was inevitable apparently.

It was a simple script really:

She yawns and says, "Gee, I'm tired."

He counters with, "Stay here tonight. You might as well, it's late."

Then she goes, "Oh I really couldn't. My room is only two floors away."

And he shakes his head and points to the bed, "Stay."

So she stays, and they cuddle in bed before they start kissing. It's light at first, simple really. She pecks him on the cheek and whispers, "goodnight." He kisses her on the forehead, and whispers the same thing. Their simple pecks become light kisses then passionate make-out session. He rolls on top of her, and asks her if it's okay. When she gives him the okay, they shed their clothes off easily.

The first time, they fuck desperately as if it's the last day on earth. It's fast and hard, but they need each other. They've waited years for this moment, and they make quick work to reach orgasms.

The second time, they take their time and have sex like virgins. She traces the scars left from his rodeo days when he needed to make some extra money. He explores every nook and cranny of her forever tanned body. It's gentler and slower like a first time sans the awkwardness.

The third time, they make sweet, passionate love.

END PART ONE