peaches

simsgal

Rated M: Language, scenarios, theme, and sexually mature situations

I do not own Girl Meets World :(

My goal was at least 10 follows- thanks guys! Here is chapter one. I proofread as good as possible because last time I found so many mistakes (of course, after I published it, making me look like an illiterate and dazed coon). Yo thanks to PrincessDoll, snowdrifts, and imaginationrunsfree for the first comments!

the riley chapter (1)

Tucking maybe the same strand of hair behind her ear, Riley taps her neat nails on her oak desk before spinning around in her chair (and of course earning a short giggle from the childish girl) to face her filing cabinet. She had to dig up a certain criteria for a family stopping by later that day, and had to finish up with the Pryers. Her desk was already covered in various files and scattered papers, two coffee cups and a water bottle with pink lipstick across the top and rim. Her mind was as scattered as her desk, well, not as bad but to an extent they were hand in hand. She opens up the Pryer file and her eyes scan it as she marks through the houses they checked yesterday with a pen, and writes their comments below them in the space provided.

House 1- 3468 Clearwater Townhouses

Riley liked this house. She liked it a lot, really. It reminded her of her parent's house, her childhood home. It had similar brick and an almost identical layout.

"And this is the sub-master bedroom. It has its own bathroom, it's smaller but its also connected to the master bedroom through this-" she walks over to a tall door and opens it gently, showing them the room they had seen a moment earlier. "Door." Cheyenne Pryer smiles and looks to her husband who looks at the ceilings through the frames of his glasses.

"I don't know baby… the location won't be too good for Kylee." Dale Pryer looks out of the bay window and Riley resists the temptation to go sit on it.

"This window… I love it. We could paint it and add some lace trim… this could be her room." She whispers gleefully, and with one glance Dale knows this is final. He sighs, which Riley recognizes as the "giving in to the wife" sigh, and gives him a dimple-revealing grin that he returns.

"I guess it'll be this one, ."

Her phone rings, breaking her out of the recent memory and she reaches over coffee cup number two to answer the landline.

"Riley Mathews, how can I assist you?" she answers, sounding professional and ready for work.

"Did you decide? On pink or lilac?" she sighs, it's just Kisara, and for a moment her annoyance mimics Lucas'. No wonder he hated when she did this.

I'm still going to call him though. Whenever I want, in fact.

"Kisara I thought you were a real person. Y'know, a client." She starts as she marks out more rejected Pryer houses. "And he didn't want to hear it."

"Of course… I never saw Lucas as the daddy type, really. Ever since you introduced me to him, all I saw was unstable bachelor." Kisara starts, and on her side of the line she is taking a break in paint covered overalls. She peers behind her at a room she is almost finished painting, and then nods to her partner.

"Well he's nothing like that. We're together now and he is totally committed and stable." Riley says quickly, imagining her friend's smirk over the line. "And he even makes me french toast."

"He's whipped." Ki jokes which results in a snort from the brunette, and to the black girl's amusement Riley makes the whipping noise. "Okay, I'll let you work. You have to obtain the coin." She jokes as Riley laughs.

"Obtain the coin indeed, Kisara. Bye." She clicks the line down and then slides thE Pryer file to the side. She takes a deep breath and folds her hands over the top of her desk.

"I need another coffee." She chirps before standing and emptying into the main hall. There were other renters also making their way to and fro. Kisara also had an office for her painting business on the same floor, and Darby's manager was settled a floor below Riley. After making her way down to the lounge, she does a small jig when she sees coffee is already prepared—Riley really shouldn't drink things like this… that give her more energy.

As a result of Kisara's comment, Riley thinks back to college. It was only three or four years ago (she was going to turn 27 in December) but it seemed really distant. It was a whirlwind for her. Lots of things happened—lots of growing up. Swallowing, she shakes her head and thinks of something else, or tries to.

But she can't.

It's really warm out for September. She thinks, trying to fill her brain with anything else, anything that doesn't snap her back into her university years. This coffee is really, very good. The walls in here could use some work—maybe I could ask Ki.

The brunette sighs as she caves in and thinks about meeting Lucas, and struggling to keep up with all the work, and how Kisara had to drive her home countless times due to Lucas' careless nature—

But it's all different now. He's better and he's mine. She forces this into her thoughts almost painfully. Lucas Friar will never hurt me, not now.

It was true. At that time, they were both young and green.

After finishing the warm drink she throws out the Styrofoam cup so she can prepare for her upcoming clients, and leaves the lounge.

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Later that day Lucas and his friends go to the local sports bar for lunch. The distance wasn't long so the three walk there and get their usual spot in the corner of the bar. Billy, out of habit reaches over and grabs a menu from over the bar. The bartender just sends him a smile that he returns.

"Don't do it, Ross." Zay warns his co-worker and friend about the dangers of women constantly, because out of the three Billy was the most flirtatious. "I've had enough girls calling me and wondering why you don't call them anymore." Lucas snorts as he peers at the TV, at a recorded football game that he missed yesterday.

"I can't help it, Zay. There are too many beautiful women." He glances at two girls that walk by right as he says this. "How can a man choose just one?"

"I have." Lucas says before rolling his eyes at the TV—he was glad he didn't watch. The Giants were acting like a little league team.

"And so have I." Zay says as his mind drifts to Vanessa. "And she's perfect. Tall, brown, and perfect." Billy snorts.

"I know you aren't talking, Friar. Back in college you out-hoed even me." Lucas stiffens up at the mention of that, as does his jaw.

"Watch it." And his tone lacks amusement or jester so Billy knows to back off. Thankfully to Zay, who could feel burgeoning tension, the bartender struts over and gives them a smile that could melt ice. Billy returns this and knows he could get her if he tried, with his deep brown eyes and smooth dark skin.

"Hi guys, the usual?" she asks, placing labeled coasters on the wood counter as they nod.

"Yeah, except this time can I have curly fries?"

"I'll see, Zay." Missy jokes as he places his phone on the counter. Lucas stays silent, his mind was elsewhere.

I know you aren't talking, Friar. Back in college you out-hoed even me.

This continues to repeat itself in his mind. He rubs the back of his dark- blonde toned hair and groans quietly. The bartender notices this and leans in his direction.

"What's wrong with you?" she asks; Billy leans back and looks up to the TV Lucas had diverted his focus from.

"Period." Billy answers, earning a shove from his friend who grins. Missy smiles and has more small talk with the men before going to put in their orders. She is at the small computer, tapping the screen with expertise. Billy takes this as an invitation and slips out of the seat, slinking over to her calmly. "So, Maddie-" he begins as Missy rolls her eyes in a jeering manner.

"Billy Ross don't act like you've forgotten my name." she chides him. He chuckles and takes in her features. Missy notices this and gives him a meek grin. "And stop. I know what you're doing." She whispers, one of her deep umber eyes is casted to the side and she sees Zay shaking his head at his co-worker. "And you think I'll cave in just because your friends are here." This catches him slightly off guard and he has to regain his cocky stance.

"No, not really, Mikayla." He jokes more. " I think you'll cave in because I'm charming, irresistible, and make amazing chili." He starts. "I know you like chili. Girls like you enjoy a little variety and spice in their otherwise dull and boring lives. Missy, I'm your spice." Missy nods, impressed at this.

"Spot on." She lies." Incredibly corny, but spot- freaking- on, Billy."

He couldn't be more wrong. In the back of her mind she was correcting him greatly. If only you knew that as soon as my shift ends here I'm going to be in some club, on the stage, wearing a tiny little thong and football jersey; she thinks before placing an even bigger simper on her pretty face.

"So how about you come to my place?" she returns to that moment and sees Billy has his phone out to get her number.

"Maybe another time." he smirks and nods.

"You'll come around. Remember: spice." He whispers the last part.

"Corny." She says before dismissing him so she can wait a couple that came in. The tall black man makes his way back to his seat and Zay notices he lacks his triumphant grin, as does Lucas.

"Maybe you'll come around." Lucas shrugs; and with a confused look Billy sips his beer that Missy placed down for them.

"What do you mean by that, Cow-Luc?" The latter's mouth twitches into a simper and Zay sets his beer down.

"You'll know."

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"And this is the second bedroom." Riley tells the family of four gleefully as she carefully makes her way past their young child.

"Sorry about that, we should've dropped her off today but she insisted on coming." Riley smiles down at the hyper little girl.

"It's alright, she's so cute." She had been doing this all day, well since the Smiths arrived for their house seeking appointment they set up last time. Riley didn't mind at all. The little ball of jovial innocence kept her mind at ease as they walked through the fourth house. Each one beforehand had been rejected.

"I did that." This earns an eyeroll from Mrs. Smith. The girl's father, Seth, smiles and looks down to his daughter. Riley did see the resemblance—Rosie had the same freckles as her father and same bright blue eyes. She could tell her now strawberry blonde hair would be just as red as his as she got older."Rosie, what do we say to Ms. Mathews?" Rosie looks up and gives Riley a grin full of baby teeth after releasing her thumb from her mouth.

"I know." She says as her mother laughs.

"I did that." She remarks and they move onto the small upstairs kitchen. At this Rosie demands to be picked up by her mother but she shakes her head. "Baby, Colin is in my hands." The boy is merely a few months and is asleep in his mother's arms.

Seth swoops down and scoops her up as Riley swallows and goes up the stairs.

She envied them.

She truly envied them. She wanted a family so bad. It pained her greatly when she saw happy individuals like this, women pushing their new babies in strollers and men snuggling their daughters and pinching their matching noses.

"T-this is the kitchen." She has to take a deep breath so her voice won't crack much further. Luckily, the Smiths didn't notice.

No one ever notices, really. She thinks as she points out the stove and washing machine hook up. "The landlord said this place is getting a pipe remodel—all the units are—so by the time you move in this should be situated." Riley says in her work voice.

"So, what do you think, Rebecca?" Mrs. Smith looks around while slowly bouncing on her knees for baby Colin. You can see the hope in his eyes as he yearns for approval.

"I like it." She says. Rosie squirms from her dad's arms and runs forward to look out of the window to the street down below.

"I like it, I like it!" Rosie chants as the baby squirms, causing the toddler to cover her mouth sheepishly.

"We'll take it. You're a miracle, Riley. God sent." She humbly accepts this as she pulls out her notes and makes a big star by the home.

"Great, good." She laughs brightly and is thrilled that she can go home after this and have a hot bath.

But at the same time, she's scared to be alone with her thoughts.

Back home, Riley briefly cleans up the kitchen, putting Lucas' plate in the microwave oven and brushing off the counter. She looks to the digital clock on the fridge and sighs because the man isn't home. She had already turned the TV on, because she hated complete silence when she was home alone. The thoughtful murmur of the news broadcast was soon switched to a movie about a student falling in love with their professor.

She plops onto the couch with her chicken pasta and tries to get into the movie, but she can't. It wasn't the mediocre acting, or the fact that the actress' hair was so thin you could see right through it as she spoke, but because it felt so familiar. Kisara's words rung through the brunette's ears, she began to squirm at the mention of college.

"I don't want to watch this anymore." She hums to herself as she changes to something on the family channel.

Riley goes to bed alone that night, but she isn't asleep. She's left with her racing thoughts and a small smile across her face.

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Okay guys, this was mainly a Riley establishing chapter (hence the name).

So we are just getting into things in this chapter, next chapter will have even more juicy stuff, I promise. After chapter 4 I will start doing REVIEW RESPONSES, as I usually do for you all! If you're wondering, "Kisara" is actually on the show. She is the black girl with the curly-kinky hair that sits behind Zay. I wish she had more depth because that's my main b like, she's our token minority and she cool as hell

I feel like she a black-power ass b know what I mean

So, since she didn't have a name (or I couldn't find it, like it was just classmate #x) I gave her one. I'm pretty sure Cory has said it but I forgot and yeah, was nowhere online. So, hopefully that clears that up.

THANKS FOR TUNING IN, R&R, pray for lamar y'all

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