Hey guys! I feel like I've been living under a rock these past few years. I used to watch Boy Meets World religiously and yet had no idea there was a Girl Meets World until I came across it on Netflix! So I watched it and I think most of us can agree that Riley and Lucas should not have ended up together. So I came up with this little fic that I hope you enjoy. I doubt it will be anything other than a one shot.

*Warning* Unfaithful partners in this

Disclaimer: I do not own Girl Meets World

The stars in my planetarium ceiling were unnaturally bright tonight, but I suppose that could have something to do with the alcohol that I had consumed earlier or maybe it has something to do with the brunette that was passed out on my chest, our naked bodies still pressed together as I traced random designs on her silky smooth back. I hadn't drank as much alcohol as she did, which is why I'm the one still awake watching the ceiling and trying not to be crushed under the weight of the guilt that I felt, and knowing that if she hadn't been so far gone she would be feeling as guilty or more guilty than I do.

It's amazing how you can sober up as you move with someone in an intimate dance that should not be done between two people who have a significant other. The party had been loud with intoxicated bodies all pressing in on each other while they danced to the music and drank their alcohol to celebrate the end of exams before Christmas break. I went to the party with Isadora who decided to indulge in alcohol for the first time in the name of science so that she could witness firsthand the effects in which it alters the brain. It had been her own idea that I join her in this experiment which ended after a few hours with her grabbing my best friends, Lucas's, face and planting a sloppy kiss on his lips. I had been drinking, as per her wishes, so as a scientist I had been interested in that particular effect; however, as her boyfriend I had demanded to know why she had done that.

I watched as Riley walked up to Lucas unsteadily on feet that were barely holding her up, her eyes barely aware but still filled with hurt and her voice slurring a lot as she asked Lucas why he would kiss someone who isn't her, his girlfriend. Isadora just laughed at me and told me that I was overreacting to something that is completely natural, which I suppose it was for someone who had her inhibitions lowered with all of the alcohol she had consumed in the time the party has lasted. Plus, I couldn't say that I was all that surprised considering the fact that she had been making eyes at Lucas for years without me bothering the say anything. I did find it surprising when Riley and Lucas began to shout right there in the middle of the dance floor, ending with Lucas telling Riley to just go before wrapping his arms around Smackle and pulling her lips back to his as I watched Riley leave in tears obviously much more hurt over the betrayal of her boyfriend than I felt over the betrayal of my own girlfriend.

The party was in a bit of a shady area so I hadn't liked the idea of her going home on her own, Maya hadn't come to the party opting instead to spend the night with her own boyfriend, Josh. Riley's parents weren't expecting her home since they thought she was spending the night with Maya because Riley had known they would kill her for being drunk. I'm not exactly sure where she had been planning on going after the party but I had a feeling that her plans had been ruined by that spectacle so when I caught up with her at the door I was pleased to walk with her to the subway and make sure that she got home safely.

We had been leaning pretty heavily against each other and stumbling while boarding, falling heavily onto the seats closest to the doors. Riley still had tears falling from her eyes which was noticed by a few people on the subway and they spent the remainder of the ride trying to cheer her up and get her to laugh. By the time we reached my stop, she was in a happy enough mood still laughing over some joke that, since we had been drinking so heavily was much funnier than it should have been. I didn't stop her when she followed me off the subway and to my empty apartment, my parents at a conference in France that weekend meaning that nobody would catch us being drunk. We spent the way up to my apartment bursting out into random bursts of laughter over nothing while we both tried to make sense over the fact that watching a light flicker in the elevator was not funny, although it kept setting us off anyway.

As we made our way up to my apartment with her leaning on me a bit more heavily than me leaning on her, I brought her to my bedroom, still laughing over nothing. I noticed when her eyes went up to my ceiling and looked around for what I knew was Pluto. In hindsight, it was my own fault we are in this situation now. I walked us into the center of my room and moved so that I was standing behind her. I was all but pushed up against her, leaving one of my hands on her hip to keep her balanced before moving my other hand down to grab hers moving her hand up so that she was pointing at a particular bright light and leaning forward a little bit more to whisper in her ear, "Pluto." Her shiver was my second mistake that night as my alcohol soaked brain told me she was cold so I let go of her hand to wrap my arm around her waist and pull her flush against myself. My other arm was reaching to do the same when she turned around, the joy from the subway still slightly on her face as her eyes met mine.

Alcohol is of course, a bad idea in the best of times. However, drinking alcohol and running off with a girl who is not my girlfriend was a big mistake. I felt as if every nerve in my body had caught fire in that instant, and I'm not entirely sure how come I felt as if she could extinguish the flames just by being near me. It is a scientific impossibility for sure and yet at the time I couldn't make my mind come up with a different thought process.

I don't actually remember much after that but she was looking at me and I could see the exact moment her eyes seemed to darken. I'm not sure if it was me or her that moved first, but we were kissing and by the time my hazy brain cleared a bit, she was wrapped around me naked and laying her head into my chest with a soft "night." I stared at the ceiling and watched the bright stars and wondered if we were the only ones who deserve this guilt or if we weren't the only ones who acted in betrayal. My last thoughts, as I drifted to sleep is what was going to happen the next day.

Alright! I hope you enjoyed that. Please review and tell me what you thought!