peaches
simsgal
Rated M: Language, scenarios, theme, and sexually mature situations
I do not own Girl Meets World :(
Shoutout to snowdrifts
the past is regurgitated(6)
It was about 4, and Lucas was already yearning for his bed, his couch, or really anywhere at home where he could crash. After visiting Sperry's, he had to return to HQ and tell his crew about what he and Ross "found out", and that Ferucci might be someone they have to keep close eyes on. Also, later Ross and another detective were going to the club to scope out for Coleman. Lucas was in a committed relationship. No way in hell he was stepping foot in that place when he had a sweet Riley at home.
She hasn't called me all day.
Usually, his cell would've vibrated across the desk at least once for some petty reason that ticked Lucas off, but today he received no calls from his somewhat clingy (in the most adorable way) lover.
Maybe she's doing yoga or some other dumb girly shit.
At this moment, Billy strolls by Lucas' cubicle and hands him a paper with Coleman's most recent credit card transactions, just as the light brunette man asked.
"You're a good servant."
"Eat a dick." The black man retorts jokingly as Lucas simpers back, about to fire another well-intended jester.
"Respectful language must be used in the workplace at all times, boys. Do we need another sermon?" Charlie chimes in, and Lucas rolls his eyes before swiveling around to face the green eyed man. Why won't he go away? Can't stand this fucking guy.
"That won't be necessary; I was just telling Ross how much I love him."
"Good, because tonight you both have to go to the club, Walsh called in sick and can't show." At this Lucas' mouth drops but then closes and instead and is replaced with a jaw clench of annoyance.
"Wai—what? No, no, with respect sir, I cannot go there. I have a fiance I'm in a relationship." He says hastily without pauses as Charlie smiles his trademark smirk and Lucas honestly feels like socking it right off of his naturally smug face.
"Well that's too bad, Friar."
I haven't been right to her lately. I've been coming home late, missing dinner and quality time, I've been an ass about family shit… Go fuck yourself, Gardner. I'm going home tonight at 6 on the dot.
"What's too bad is that I can't go tonight. I've let Riley down too much for the past two weeks." Billy has already left by now, realizing this was a private matter between only man and asshole boss, and Lucas was grateful.
"Well that's weird considering that this is the first time I've swapped you in this month." He starts before looking at his watch. "Either go to the club and stake out or you're cut from the case." And at this Lucas has to bite his tongue to keep down some obscene language. Lucas has always hated this guy. It stems from past the workplace. It all started in college. The fuck was wildly obssessed with Riley and wouldn't leave her alone, his persistence was truly aggravating. "Plus, I doubt Riley will mind. You used to keep her waiting all of the time." And with that, Charlie smacks a file onto his desk and saunters off, and so does Lucas' good attitude.
"Fucking Charlie." He mutters this darkly before placing his head into his large hands and groans.
I will rip that tacky ass tie from around his neck and choke him to death with it. Why can't he accept that I won? That I got Riley and he didn't? That has to be it. He's jealous. He's so jealous it fucking reeks.
Yanking the file open he sees it's the paperwork he has to do so he can perform the watch, which he would inevitably have to do. Sighing with frustration, he doesn't even acknowledge Billy this time as he steps into the cubicle.
"What's up?"
"You know what's up, everyone knows what's up, that prick Gardner is trying to sabotage me and Riles and ruin my damn life. He's making me go tonight." Billy feels sincere empathy and looks around before leaning in so only the native Texan hears what he has to say.
"How about, we say you went, I can drag one of the trainees with me, and you can go home tonight." Lucas looks up at his best friend with hope and Billy nods, before sipping at his canned soda.
God this guy. This guy. This time, Lucas' thoughts aren't malicious as he refers to the other person in the conversation.
"Please? God Billy I owe you if you do this for me." Billy shrugs as sits in the only other chair in the cubicle.
"It isn't a big deal, one of the hot little trainees has a thing for me, so she agreed to come along, plus I can get some good cred for this. The board loves when we let the trainees out in the field."
"You're a god, Ross."
"Hopefully she'll say that too, but at a different time and setting." Lucas simply smiles at his co-worker and friend.
Lucas is then left alone, but tension still lingers. He is thinking about college again.
Not this again.
And it was like the entire hallway got brighter and more jovial as the somewhat tall girl walzted through, long legs almost hypnotic as she stopped to talk to a friend. He is captured by how her eyes crinkle slightly and get even smaller as she smiles and laughs, and how her long ponytail swishes with chipper enthusiasm.
'That girl has to be my 100th. She has to be mine.'
"Who? Who is she, man?" Lucas looks to Billy but only briefly, because he doesn't want to miss a minute of this girl. "Her name?"
"Not sure, never really seen her before today—actually I think she's in my psychology class. Yeah. Mathews." Still in awe, but listening to his friend, Lucas gazes at her with ample appreciation, his eyes scaling her body in invasive ways, as he thought of what he wanted to do with her. Some of the girls he got with were easy. Most of them were sexy and seductive—but this one, this one girl with a pink pleated skirt gave off an aura of such innocence it made him harder than any girl that ever walked down these halls in tiny shorts or with their g-strings slightly exposed. And just when he thought it couldn't get any better, the girl twirls her skirt a bit, to show it off to her friend he guesses and Lucas catches a glimpse, barely a look, a tiny little peek, of light pink boyshorts covered in cherries. His pants are tighter than when he first entered the building and his head feels lighter. Billy glances at his friend and his lips tug upward before looking down at his phone. "Gotta go, I have a hot date in twenty. Bye Friar—go take a cold shower."
"Whatever, Ross." Is all Lucas says before half-heartedly giving him a handshake and headnod as a goodbye. His fantasies are interrupted as a guy comes up behind Mathews and embraces her, kissing her cheek. Lucas scowls in disgust and the trance his broken as the goddess turns to—her boyfriend—it pained Lucas to even think of the asshole as that—and presses three small kisses on his lips.
'Kisses that should be mine.'
And with that he walks off, slightly pissed off and very horny.
Someone's work phone ringing brings him back to present day, the harsh, cold, and tedious paperwork that has to be done, and the fact that it had only been about twenty minutes. Charlie didn't even deserve to be Major of the division—pretty much everyone new he was sleeping with one of the higher ups so he got that promotion.
Okay, well not everyone. But I see shit. I know something is going on between him and someone on the board.
Lucas doesn't want to think of Gardner anymore so he puts all of his focus into the forms he was completing, but also keeps mind of the time, because as soon as it was 6 he was leaving.
Xxxx
How do I do this? I've never done this before. What if I screw it up?
Maya sits at her kitchen table and has numerous sheets of paper, ink pens, some envelopes, and stamps purchased earlier that day sprawled out in front of her. For the past two hours she has switched between lightly cleaning and attempting to write a letter to her mother. She takes a deep breath and grips the pen in her hand once again, about to press the ballpoint to paper before she hesitates, and as a result sighs in frustration.
Yes you have done this before—what the hell Maya?! You used to send letters to grandma all of the time! How is this any different? You're being such a pussy, just write the damn letter.
But, it really wasn't the same. Her maternal grandmother lived in a retirement community in Florida. Her mother lives in a minimum security prison. Not so warm and cozy there, unlike nanna who was living comfortably (well,while she was living).
Maya hated to admit that this was her first time she has written to her mother. When Katy Hart was first incarcerated four years ago, found guilty of attempt at murder, Maya visited maybe 3 times. But, the younger Hart wanted to forget that regretful part of her life and she was such a damn coward she didn't want to face her mother, who was immured due to Maya's dumb mistakes. So, she just stopped going.
Everytime a drop of the past flows in, it's like a dam breaks and all of those memories come back, both good and bad and it makes my heart sore. Why couldn't I get more proof?
But even as the blonde's doubts ran throughout her, she knew that the only proof she had at the time was her body, and the judge disrespectfully said that it wasn't enough evidence that she had been sexually assaulted. She claimed it could've been willfull, consensual, insinuating that Maya was into kinky foreplay or masochism of some sort. But she already knew that her attacker, she didn't want to even think of his name, wouldn't be persecuted because he was an officer "of the law", making him untouchable and highly favored by this specially picked magistrate. So, on that day Katy Hart was yanked away in handcuffs and smarted away at the uniformed men that dragged her off, and the last thing her dark eyes witnessed was her vulnerable and small daughter, who was now alone. Also on that day, Joshua Mathews got off scotch free and went home to his family, where they most likely celebrated the outcome of the case. Ever since that cold day, Maya Hart has absolutely hated cops.
No one believed me. Maybe I shouldn't believe myself.
Sighing, pen and paper finally meet as she musters her best handwriting.
Mom,
It's me. Your young Maya. I know I haven't been visiting or calling, and I know I haven't been accepting your calls either. And I'm sorry. I'm the reason you're in there and I should be the reason you're okay with it, because I should be showering you with visits and correspondence so you know I'm okay. I'm safe. Living comfortably, and I know hearing this would reassure you.
I miss you, mom. I miss the way you smell, the way you talk, the way you would caress my hair and call me "babygirl" when I was upset, or sit me in your lap and wipe my tears away even though you weren't much bigger than me. I hate that this happened. I hate that I can't have you and that you're locked away like some caged animal. I am so ashamed that this is my first damn time that I have written to you. I just hope you can forgive me… for everything. You know, someone asked how you were the other day—and I said you were fine. I didn't know if this was true, but I was hoping so very strongly that it was.
The pen is flowing freely now, words forming on Maya's paper smoothly and quickly.
But, I know you love me. You always called me your little angel, your precious baby. So I know that once this letter gets to you, you will be fine. I love you.
-Maya
And by the end of the letter Maya's eyes are watered and she wants to write more but she's too tired. It was only 4:30 but writing that letter drained her emotionally, and as a result physically as well. All she can do is seal the paper away in an envelope and gently apply the stamp. She places the letter next to her purse and goes to her bedroom, which was pretty undisturbed since she really only slept in the small room. The bed took up almost all of the space, and she only had room for a wardrobe and one short dresser.
As she flops onto the bed, she vows not to cry into those pillows, because Joshua wasn't worth it and her head would ache even more than it currently did.
She falls asleep early that night.
xxxXXX
Riley is on her third glass of wine. Riley really shouldn't drink like this. But, when Riley feels stressed or upset she always helps herself.
Oh well.
As she nurses the remaining gold hued liquid, she contemplates how her and Lucas came to be; when did it evolve from Riley and Lucas, to RileyandLucas? Sighing, she downs the rest of the drink and places the empty glass on the coffee table, which is also where she kept one magazine to confront Lucas with.
How long has he been hiding that in there? And what else is he hiding? It hurts Riley to think the second part but her burgeoning doubt for Lucas' honesty stemmed from those plastic bags. Are there any other "plastic bags"? And right as her thoughts are about dive into a pondering but unfriendly state her phone buzzes across the table, so reaches forward weakly and grabs it, seeing the name Auggie across the screen. It's always said Auggie, even when a 15 year old August pleaded with his older sister to change it to the latter. She throws a smile on her face and brings the phone to her ear.
"Hi Augguie, what's wrong? Do you miss your big sister? I miss you too." She overwhelms her younger brother with affection.
"Uh, not really." Her face slightly falls at this, even though he's joking. "I was just hoping you would be there to help me move in. You know? I'm starting college?" Riley's eyes light up because she remembers this, and also remembers her promise to be there.
"Oh! Of course, Auggie. I wouldn't miss it for anything in the world." She says, standing and going to her charging iPad, where she checks her calender and event book hopefully.
How could I forget? Oh god I'm a shitty big sister.
"Really? You sound like you forgot." Over the line, August sounds skeptical and they were proven true because if he hadn't called, Riley wouldn't have been ready to leave this Friday.
"N-no, never. It's just—grown up stuff." Sighing, the younger Mathews sibling puts tape over a box. Riley is relieved to see she has an open weekend.
"Riley, you do know I'm not 7 anymore." And this rang true. August "Auggie" Mathews was no longer his young and childish (well, he still kept some of that trait) self. He was parallel to Riley, Being somewhat stoic and mature versus Riley's playful and peppy demeanor. He surpassed her in height, and his father, and was an activist and an artist.
Oh right. He's not a kid anymore.
"Sometimes I do forget that." She says before plopping back down on the couch. "Are you nervous?" August shrugs, even though his sister can't see it, but Riley knows her brother well enough.
"Not really. I'm just glad me and Ava came to a decision." Ava. God, she almost ruined his life—why is he so in love with her? She's horrible.
"Yeah. That's good." Suddenly there's a lot of noise in the back, and Riley hears Ava's voice.
"Oops! Baby, come here!"
"Gotta go. See you Friday." And just like that another one the good parts of Riley's life is gone.
God the time flies. It seemed like yesterday when I used to babysit that little brat—and now he has a "baby". Pfft.
No one thought Ava and Auggie would last this long. To everyone's surprise (and Topanga's dismay) the puppy love turned into something more serious once highschool started. No matter what Ava did, all she had to do was bat those big blues and full lashes and August would cave into her. It was bad for the Mathews boy, especially since she was the reason they were going to Northwestern instead of Fordham, which is where Auggie really wanted to go.
People compromise all of the time for love. Lucas never compromises for me.
Riley dozes off shortly after the phone call; too many glasses of wine.
Xxx
The keys jingling in the lock causes Riley to stir, and then sit up fully when she realizes what's going on again, she smooths her clothes down and wipes her mouth of any drool and grabs the porn off of the table, holding it behind her back nonchalantly. She doesn't even have to try hard to look utterly pissed.
Lucas strolls in, beaming and places his coat on the back of the couch. "Hey, babe. Stayed home today?"
"Why don't you put your coat in the coat closet?" she asks him without answering his question first and you can see the confusion go across his face, but only for a moment.
"Oh, I don't know. I never really put it in there. Does it bother you? You always do it for me." Lucas tries to put an alluring edge to his voice, the way that makes Riley give into his every wish. Riley stands tall, though, she wasn't caving in tonight.
"Yeah well maybe I don't want to anymore." She sighs out as he kisses her forehead and then her chin.
No Riley, no, don't give in. He's in big trouble.
"You'll still do it." This was true. And before his fiance can fire back, he is already pressing his lips to hers and commanding submission. With each smaller kiss, Riley practically forgets what she wants to discuss at all.
God I love kissing her. Lucas expresses this thought with even more kisses, trailing down her lengthy neck and then onto her prominent collarbone that was exposed in a loose, long sleeve henley with buttons going down the front. Riley, on the other hand, was upset that she was falling under his lustful spell, each peck giving her some sort of amnesia. A noise escapes her lips that causes Lucas to grin against her smooth skin. But she pushes his chest away and takes a few steps back, almost tripping over her own feet because of how flustered she was. Kissing Lucas always made her heat up, everywhere, and as his lips were on her body, anywhere he touched became warm and yearning for more.
"No." she smarts firmly.
"No?" he questions playfully as she pulls the disgusting thing from behind her back. Lucas' face immediately falls. Fucking shit.
Xxxxxx
That's right they not fuckin today lmao u thought
I hope its not hard to tell but I do flashbacks in italics and thoughts during flasbacks have 'these' on them. If I have a thought next to speech, usually the person who was just talking is thinking it. For example, Lucas thought those words after Riley pulled the magazine from behind her back.
This was chapter 6 for you all! PS yALL WASNT GOING TO TELL ME MY DISCLAIMER HAD A MISSPELLING?
(If you didn't watch it, skip below) Episode Review- Girl Meets the New Year (Part 1?): GOOD GOOD GOOD GOOD SHIT! It was thick as hell, and I loved Farkle and Isadora. They were so cute, she's so cute, and just everything, especially with Farkle offering for Riley to confess—but the nigga did it himself smh thew Riles under the bus and made her feel uncomfortable. I used to like Charlie, and then I tolerated him, and now, I cant' freaking stand him. He's such an entitled little egotistical know it all PRICK. I want the writers to completely RID of him. But, that actually isn't affecting how im writing him in the story. So, anyway, it's New Years and Riley has a little party at her house, and Farkle tells her that she needs to get all of the secrets about Lucas off of her before New Years. Riley procrastinates and procrastinates and soon it's the party—they all play the couples game and Lucas and Maya get plot specific questions, which they don't answer. Soon, on the roof, Lucas I standing alone and Maya goes up to him and says she's glad he's there (AWWWWWW) and Riley breaks up with Charlie, bc he a lil shit and is annoying, and sits alone, watching from afar. Farkle notices this, and announces that Riley still likes Lucas while EVERYONE is there (so the extras all leave, and so does Charlie) so only the mains are there. Farkle apologizes and says it was for her own good and leaves with his boo, and you can see the pain in Maya's eyes as this is announced, and it broke my heart. Riley sits on a bench, Maya sits next to her, and Lucas says nothing, only sitting between both of them. He smiles at Riley.
Honestly, with the way the writers got me fucked up, he will probably date both of them. Girl Meets Sister Wives. Girl Meets Polygamy. Idk. It was a good episode, I liked it a lot. Sadly, there was no Zay. Also sadly, it doesn't look like Billy will ever come back.
REVIEW RESPONSE
Snowdrifts: Im glad you like it, its always fun to read things you usually don't. I love Farkle and Smackle, so I just had to add them in. He's adorable, really. As you can see, he's older than Riley but they were also very close friends (which I will address in a few chapters). I only made him older because I didn't know you had to be 30 to run for Senator or whatever. Thanks for dat review bro
Newt-Scamanderp: Lucaya interaction is coming up, but ROMANTIC Lucaya stuff doesn't start for a little :( but trust me it will be so worth it, because some stuff goes down inbetween now and then that is crucial to their relationship. Thanks for the review.
Guest Dec 5- I already addressed this in last chapters A/N. Trust me, it's going to get vulgar, both sexually and with subject matter. Maya is a stripper, after all :) I just don't want it to be too dramatic too soon. Thanks for the review
ALSO I REACHED 10 REVIEWS (which doesn't sound like a lot) BUT THANKS!
UNTIL NEXT TIME!
-Simmy
