I based this story on a picture I saw on tumblr. Hope you enjoy it kittens.

I Do Not Own Girl Meets World

Lots a Lot a Love, Kandikitty

Riley's POV

We've been friends since as long as I can remember. She has been there through everything with me. The oldest memory I have is of us playing in the school yard. We've always done everything together. BFFs until the end. We even have the necklaces to prove it. In middle school Maya was defiantly the more popular one, the more level headed one. But she never drifted from me. Even though I was more concerned with Lucas than anything else. When high school came around we were still so different. She was more everything than me. But it was never just Riley and never just Maya. Even when boyfriends came into the mix. The whole "chicks over dicks" thing always held strong. We were always Riley and Maya, Maya and Riley.

It was our sophomore year when I knew my feelings for Maya were more than this was something I knew would change our friendship forever. I wasn't willing to do that yet. I knew Maya I knew she wouldn't be disgusted or act differently. After all some of our closest friends were gay. I mean Farkle came out freshmen year. I could never hide anything from Maya for long. She knew me better than I knew myself. I knew if I didn't tell her she would start asking questions soon. One day after her art club had finished, my favorite blonde confronted me. She came in through my window, the only reason I knew is because I heard the distinct tap of her heals hit my wood floor from in the kitchen.

I was making a snack trying to distract myself from how beautiful she was. Her finger tips black from pencil led, marker slashes across the top of her hand where she tested colors, all these small things. I noticed them all the time. Did she notice me noticing her? She crossed her arms over her chest looking me dead in the eyes. She said she knew. I didn't get it at first. What did she know and why was she so serious?

She crossed the kitchen taking my face in her hands she whispered again-I know. Her lips were so softly against mine, so lovingly, it was beautiful. She pulled back and dropped her hands to hold me around the waist, mine holding on to her shoulders for dear life. She pulled me closer with this cheesy smile that I couldn't help but smile back to. I was done just like that. I was hers and she was mine and she didn't care who knew. The next day at school we walked down the halls with our hands linked. I never thought I could be happier. Even when guys would hit on me. She was by my side in a flash pulling me flush against her side saying a threat in this sickly sweet voice before kissing me and almost literally sweeping me away. When guys would hit on her I wouldn't know what to do. She did though. She'd roll her eyes, and walk away to find me. She was everything a perfect love is.

It took us awhile to tell my parents. They were so ecstatic I can't remember what we were so scared of. Maya got the whole speech dad kept tucked away for boyfriends and she took it better than any boy I had ever brought home. She promised dad she just wanted me to be happy. Mom told Maya she knew there was more between us than just friendship. We went to the same college the following fall. It was rough at first both of us working and being students but Maya never failed to surprise me. Coming to my job between classes to bring me coffee or lunch. She had all my colleagues jealous of how perfect she was. I went to all her gallery showings and made dinner when she stayed out late. But that's not to say we didn't have bad days.

We got into a huge fight one day that sent me home for the weekend. I wasn't even there for more than an hour before she had shown up her eyes all red from crying all out of breath because she ran from campus as soon as someone told her I had left. She apologized saying it was her fault and that if I wanted space she would give it to me but she wouldn't ever stop fighting for me. I was in tears, this time from happiness. I felt her hand gently wipe the tears away as I fell into her arms. She held me tightly, and just kept repeating I'm sorry. Of coarse I had already forgiven her the second I saw her at my door. She said she'd give me the weekend. That I might need alone time to make sure she was forgiven. Maya kissed me just like the first time, just like then I melted into her.

She walked back to campus later, saying she still had to make it up to me. The next morning I received flowers at lunch with a forgive me letter. The day after was a cute teddy bear with nerdy glasses on it. That Sunday I was packing ready to leave when I heard someone knock. I could hear muffled voices, I cracked my door to hear better- childish I know. I heard my mom squeal and that was it. I needed to know who it was and what was happening. In the living room my mom had this huge grin threatening to break her face and my dad was shaking Maya's hand. I asked what was going on.

Maya had a small smile as she motioned me over saying she had just asked my dad for my hand in marriage, I went scarlet. I felt her hold my hand up to slid on the most beautiful ring I'd ever seen. She than asked if I would be her wife for ever more. All I could do was kiss her. She held my waist and as I pulled away to rest my forehead on hers, I said yes and she lit up. She was so happy. I love seeing her happy.

The wedding is coming up now and the planning is almost all up to me, Maya just keeps saying the only thing that matters to her is me walking down the aisle to where she is waiting for me. I was in our living room on my laptop looking up dresses. I still hadn't found the right one. Farkle said he would help me this weekend but... I still wasn't sure. Everything had to be perfect for Maya.

"Baby come here real fast will Ya?" Maya's voice was soft as usual as she called the me into our bedroom. On our bed was a short white dress with a white top had and gloves to match. "Whatdya think?" She was chewing on her bottom lip as she spoke. "Maya! I'm not suppose to see your dress until the wedding!" I crossed my arms with a playful look in my eyes. "I wanted to make sure you like it! I may be good with fashion but your opinion is the only one that matters!" She looked away a blush covering her cheeks. "You're so cute when you're nervous." I giggled wrapping my arms around my fiancé's neck. "Shut up.." She mumbled kissing me.