A/N: So hi everyone! Recently, as in like forever, I haven't had the inspiration to write lucaya fanfics. The reason truly being, the show has kind of given it a back seat for now and hopefully not forever. With that said, I'm taking a stand against Riley. I personally love Rowan as a person, but Riley is purely weak in my eyes. And I'm here to tell you why.

Signing Off, LLLL x

She had always known how to show her emotions through her art, how one night sky wasn't just a night sky. She'd always known how to hide them as well, a keepsake in her little journal that no one, not even Riley, knew she owned. She knew how to draw her emotions, happiness, pain or even contemplation, how someone could affect her life so much, yet so little. She was who she was because of her art. And she was ready to let the world know.

He had always known how to keep the memories, how all the nicknames weren't just nicknames. He'd always known how to forget them as well, the ones that he couldn't see were worth it. He knew how to commemorate the good times he'd had, just to realise he was bound to make more. He knew how someone could affect his life so much, yet so little. He was who he was because of all the memories. And he was ready to let it all go.

When she had signed up to this Academy Of The Arts, she hadn't expected much. Maybe they'd take one look at her work and say no, she wasn't ready. Maybe they'd give her an audition, but decide she wasn't worth it. She certainly didn't expect to be standing in front of the newly-painted white building, waiting to be let in for her first class. She didn't expect to be here at all, let alone without Riley, but here she was. And she was ready to stay.

When he had signed up to the Academy Of The Arts, he had almost expected too much for all his friends and not enough for himself. Maybe they'd take one look at him and say no, he wasn't ready. Maybe after his audition he'd be the only one in the group to be cut. He certainly didn't expect to be stood in the middle of one of the many narrow corridors, waiting for his first lesson. He didn't expect to be here at all, let alone without some of the others, but here he was. And he was ready to stay.

Her first professional art class. She could see her development already. Because the picture of the campfire was no longer just a picture of a campfire. The flame was ignited. The silhouettes of the two people, their bodies close enough for them to be kissing, was everything. The campfire was a story. And she was ready to tell it.

His first professional dance class. He could just see his development already. Because the memory of the campfire was no longer just a memory. The flame was ignited. The two bodies in it trying to forget about the spark. The anger, the passion, the everything. His body moved in ways he didn't know possible. Because the campfire was a story. And he was ready to tell it.

As she walked down the unfamiliar corridor, something, or someone rather, caught her eye. There he was, that smirk plastered on his face as he read from his phone. He hadn't spoken to her since he broke up with Riley. She didn't think she'd see him here. In tights? She knew he hadn't seen her yet. And she wasn't going to wait any longer for him to.

As he stood by one of the dance lockers, something, or someone rather, caught his eye. There she was, still as beautiful as ever, oblivious to the world. She hadn't spoken to him since he'd broke up with Riley. He was aware he might see her here though. Especially, carrying canvases. He knew she thought he hadn't seen her yet. And he wasn't ready for what happened next.

She slightly tapped him on the shoulder and as he looked up, she hahurred him. She listened as he apologized, before making her own. It had been so long since they had spoke. She took his hand an entwined her frail fingers in his. And she knew where to take him.

He looked up as her small hand tapped his broad shoulder and as he looked up, he listened to her angellic voice hahurr him. It had been so long since they had spoke. He let her entwine her fragile fingers in his. And he followed to wherever she was taking him.

Just ahead of them was a beautiful sight of hills for miles. She stood there mesmerised by the beauty of nature. He stood there mesmerised by the beauty of her. And in that moment they kissed. And he wasn't just her artwork anymore. And she wasn't just his memories anymore. And they were complete.

A/N: Sorry it's quite short, but I had an inspiration and I wanted to do lucaya justice. As I said before, throughout this series of oneshots, Riley may be portrayed as weak (because I believe she is) but in this particular one, she is only mentioned once. Trust me, there is more creative flow from me to come. However, I don't have a schedule, it has to come from me wanting to write it and not feeling like I have to write it.

Also, if you have any suggestions for songfics, I am open to any that don't have bad language (because I don't like even writing curse words) so please leave them in the reviews.

Finally, I'd love if you could review this because it makes me want to write more, and I always try to get back to you. Thank you to the two guests and Jess for reviewing my other oneshot. If you're still reading, incorporate the word: bubble into your comment.

Thanks.

Signing off, LLLL xx