Summer Rain
Summary: Riley Matthews fights for what she believes in and she knows that there is nothing platonic between her and Lucas Friar. They are first snow falls and spring flower buds and soft summer rain hitting the pavement making the streets glisten.
Hi Guys!
SPOILERS! I'm writing this in response to the very excellent episode that was Girl Meets Yearbook. I adored it. Really. And Farkle? He looked fantastic.
Disclaimer: I do not own Girl Meets World.
Riley Matthews is tucked between her sheets, wrapped in a cocoon of warmth as the ideas flutter to her mind. The events of the past two days swirled around her mind: clouded, sinister thoughts on Earth's corruption, the sharp pain inflicted by Lucas and Maya and their taunting- dare she say romantic- banter, the deep V in Farkle's new black sweater.
Morotia M. Black, a girl clad in black clothing and belted boots and thick, black line sweeping above pale eyelids, was a character Riley hid inside her. A new side. A new person.
She rose in a time when Riley needed protection for herself. Naturally, she had gone a little overboard, but a Morotia was necessary.
Realistic, contemplative, serious.
She was a form of Riley's growth needed but tucked away, secondary to dreams and hope and the la-la-la that danced around her brain.
Brother
Riley knows that was what Maya said, donning the brown wig and smiling at Lucas. Riley may have played a new role, one that was dark and soulless and uncaring, but she felt that deeply. She contemplated this new thought, along with the fire that lit Lucas every time he talked to the golden haired artist.
Maya Hart believed that Riley hadn't realize what she knew- what she thought she knew- under the guise of actress discoveries, advice given to a woman working at her mother's bakery instead of on stages.
Because Riley knew how she felt about Lucas Friar.
His hair was the color of oak tree bark and perfectly fell into hazel eyes, glimmering with kindness. She perceived his strong shoulders, muscled arms, tanned skin.
His nervous, boyish smile.
She knew his physique, and although though she could not draw like Maya, she still saw him in her mind like photography. Her hands ached to be able to capture beauty like his. She settled for her best attempt sketches.
His veterinarian dreams, his baseball talents, his intelligence, and kind words.
As Riley slowly learned that Lucas was not the golden boy, Mr. Perfect, that she had always believed him to be, she knew he had a heart a gold.
They were young and inexperienced, still children.
But Riley knew how she felt about Lucas Friar.
She closed her eyes and drifted into slumber. She saw no unicorns, rainbows, or magic. Only Lucas in denims and a plain shirt walking towards her, smiling nervously with his blindingly bright teeth.
"Hey."
"Hi."
And he held her against him. His muscled arms around her shoulder, pulling her closer to him. He smelled faintly of cologne and sweat and peppermint toothpaste. He held her tight as if she'd disappear if he let go. He held her tight enough to pull all the loose wandering thoughts together and dispose of them with his embrace.
They were the gentle first snowfall of December, falling in light flakes around their shoulders and filling them with a gentle sense of wonder. They were first love.