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Girl Meets Trust

It was a day like most others in Greenwich Village, New York. A day of happiness, when the sun was shining marvelously and the people smiled at one another in joy.

But this day was particularly good for a young, Riley Mathews. Everything in her life was going great.

She had her family, her friends, and her boyfriend.

Yes, you heard it right. Riley Mathews and Lucas Friar had officially gotten back together a month and a half ago.

And this time, there was no awkwardness. They were calm and took everything slowly, the way they had always wanted to.

She couldn't ask for a better life.

Of course, most fairy tales that start this way end up having some pretty big problems. And Riley's isn't any different.

Riley sat up, throwing her blanket to the other end of the bed as she smiled widely at absolutely nothing. She was just happy.

So happy she couldn't take it. But who wouldn't be ecstatic when they have a group of people who care so much about them in their life?

"Morning," Riley's best friend, Maya, said as she came through Riley's bedroom window.

"Good morning, Maya." Riley continued to grin as she stood up from her bed, "Today is a great day. Isn't today a great day?"

"It depends, did your mom make pancakes?" Maya responded, leaning her head down slightly as she raised her brow.

Riley chuckled, shaking her head at her mischievous bestie, "Yes, she did."

"Then yeah, it's a great day." Maya responded, beginning to walk backwards out of Riley's room, "I'm gonna go get breakfast."

"I'll be there in a second."

Riley walked out of her room and over to the kitchen table, dressed in all sorts of colors like she always does.

"Good morning family," She grinned, taking a seat beside Maya as her family members stared at her, each of them raising a brow.

"She's extra happy today." Maya filled them in, her mouth full of pancake.

"And why is that?" Cory, Riley's curly-haired father questioned, "Not that I don't want you to be happy. But why are you happy? It's a boy. It's a boy isn't it?"

"Not just any boy, the boy of my dreams." Riley beamed, reminiscing about the tall, green-eyed middle school heartthrob.

"No." Cory furrowed his eyebrows, "There will be no dreaming of boys in my house."

"Oh come on dad, I-"

"Why do you have to have feelings?" He asked her, then turning to his loving wife, Topanga with a desperate look on his face, "Does she have to have feelings?"

"Yes. She does. It's all apart of growing up." Topanga responded, setting a pancake down on Riley's plate.

"I'm growing too." Auggie, Riley's younger brother, uttered from his seat across from Maya.

"Yeah, you are Auggie," Topanga ruffled up his dark curls, "You're our big strong man."

Auggie was blessed with his father's curly hair while Riley inherited her mother's hair.

"Well," Riley began, setting down her fork and knife after eating half of her pancake, "This was delicious but we have to get to school before we're late. Our teacher is really unfair." She got up and pulled Maya up by the hood of her hoodie, walking her towards the door.

"I'm your teacher..." Cory reminded her.

"I know!" Riley responded, cheekily.

"But I wanted another pancake!" Maya yelled out as Riley pulled her out of the house.

"Good morning Lucas," Riley greeted as Lucas Friar came over and stood by her as she got her books out of her locker.

"Morning," He smiled that pretty boy smile that had all the girls fawning, including Riley.

"You know something," Riley shut her locker, walking with Lucas, "I'm really glad we gave us another shot." She smiled up at him, as he stared back down at her with those gorgeous green eyes.

"I am too."

Maya then walked past them and into their history classroom.

"Morning Maya." Lucas politely greeted.

And what he received was a, "Whatever." as she continued on her way.

"She's just mad cause I didn't let her finish her pancakes." Riley informed him, rolling her eyes at the stubborn blonde.

"Actually, that's how Maya always greets me." Lucas shrugged, he and Riley walking into the classroom afterwards and taking their seats.

"So," Mr. Mathews began as he walked into the classroom while it filled up with students, "Today we will be learning about-"

"No need dad, my life is going great." Riley grinned, awkwardly raising a thumbs up.

"Actually, I was going to be talking to you about the declaration of independence." He corrected, swiftly turning his back to the class as he wrote the words, 'Declaration of Independence' on the chalkboard.

"Oh come on Mathews, we all know you have more than just that." Maya smirked, leaning back in her seat.

"Nope. Just the declaration of independence." He told them again, "Nothing is going on with you all, you've become boring." He shrugged, earning gasps from the group of four odd balls, Maya, Riley, Lucas and Farkle.

Farkle was the kind of kid who was always positive; kind of like Riley, but more of a brainiac. At least he used to be. Farkle was the guy who wore bright colors and was known for his grade A presentations. He still kept his genius mind, but had decided that it was time for him to grow up, for him to change, for him to be a different Farkle than they all knew.

He was still loved dearly among the group though. Everyone in the group loved one another, even the ones who wouldn't ever admit it. *Cough* Maya *Cough*

"We are not boring!" Maya defended, standing up to make a point.

"Yeah, you are." Cory responded, underlining what he had previously written.

"Okay, maybe we are kind of boring..." She pouted, sitting back down slowly, in shame.

"With all respect sir, I think there is still a lot of interesting things going on in our lives." Lucas mentioned from behind her.

"Do you now, Mr. Friar?" Cory folded his arms across his chest as he looked down on the younger boy, "Tell me, what interesting things do you do with my daughter?"

"Dad!" Riley called out, glaring at him in shock and annoyance.

Cory ignored her protests, stepping closer to Lucas' desk and crouching down to speak to him in a whisper, "Have you kissed my daughter, Friar?"

"I feel that that is between Riley and I, sir." He smiled politely at Cory, who shot him back a suspicious glare.

"You see, this is why I say no to boys!" Cory told his 14 year old daughter, bouncing back up from his crouching position and signaling a hand at Lucas.

"I'm a big girl now, dad. I am allowed to like boys." She told him, causing him to walk over to her and crouch right in front of her desk.

"No you're not." He then glanced back at Lucas, who grinned, "No, you're not!" He repeated in a tone of panic.

Of course Cory trusted his daughter, and of course he only wanted her to be happy, but when does a father ever not worry about his daughter? Especially when it comes to boys.

This was going to be a one-shot but it shall be a two-shot cause I couldn't wait to post.