Fridays are Red, Tuesdays are Blue

by Night.Owl.34

Or, the one in which Lucas Friar is currently standing on her doorstep and all of the repressed feelings that she'd had for years come rushing back. (Futurefic, Lucaya, Riarkle if you squint). ALSO ON AO3 under serendipitouspeach.

1. Chapter 1

"Shit."

Only one expletive slipped out of my mouth but many more were flying through my brain as I quickly stepped back into the hallway and shut the door, leaning back against it.

"Fuck. Dammit." I whispered to myself.

"Who was that?" My gaze flew up to see my studio mate Jen walking down the hall toward me, mixing some paint in a jar.

"No one, it's fine," I said, spinning around and locking the door.

Jen furrowed her eyebrows, and tilted her head to the side, "Didn't seem like no one, you literally slammed the door after a few seconds-,"

"It was no one!" I said loudly, pushing past her as I swiftly made my way down the hall and into my studio space.

"Okay!" Jen called after me, mocking my tone.

I grabbed my bag and keys and phone and took a deep breath.

"Dammit, Friar" I said quietly to myself, shaking my head before making my way out the back, trying my hardest not to be seen by a certain someone that had suddenly decided to reappear on my doorstep on a Tuesday afternoon.