Hey guys, this is the continuation of the wedding, I forgot to mention that it was gonna be a two-parter. I'm sorry for not updating I've had finals, and I didn't really study so I was doomed. So now that the living hell of tests are over, I'm back, it was my birthday the 25th in April, and I've had a crappy week. I hope you guys like this one.

Maya's pov

I rushed back to the main table, a circular table filled with all the Matthews and all our best friends. It was place filled with smiles.

Smiles, smiles, smiles.

I am happy for her. So much. I can't even express how happy I am for her.

The recession is probably the most Riley and Farkle ideal event I could ever imagine.

As if the ghost of wedding past showed up, there was a small tug on my arm. Firm grip, gentle.

I turned to face him.

"Look, whatever you have to say. I don't care. I don't need to hear it. I have work tomorrow. This is the day where I can't think about myself, remember?" I gritted through my teeth.

"I didn't mean that, and you know that, Maya. I didn't."

"Lucas, we don't have to do this. Not now. Not ever." I said rigidly.

I pulled him into a small wall, right in front of the exit.

"You remember how we broke up, right?" I raised my voice, the anger bubbling beneath me.

I didn't let him speak. He wouldn't know. He never knew.

"You. When we were in middle school you were "Most Likely to Be Okay With Anything. Right after Prom, a couple days before graduation, Jones, Troy, and you were coming out of the locker rooms. I was waiting for you as a surprise for the graduation party. Right before I walked up, all of you were laughing and then Jones asked you if 'Being with a slut like Maya Hart was rocking your world.' Troy then laughed along as if he didn't know what they hell Jones was talking about and then you told them. You had the nerve to fucking tell them." I screamed.

His face fell as if the feeling for me wasn't enough.

"Maya, you never told me that you wanted to keep it a secret." For once, he lowered his voice.

"My virginity? For god's sake, Lucas, I didn't want to keep it a secret. I wanted to shout it from the fucking rooftops. But to lower me to some subjects you talk about to those jerks of jocks? And you just stood there. While they were calling me a slut you just nodded along and pretended nothing was wrong. I broke up with you right then and there." My voice cracked, the tears escaping.

"Maya-" he said before I cut him off.

"And shit if I was actually thinking we could have one good day for Riley and Farkle wedding. What the hell was I thinking?"

He grabbed my arm and as I glanced down I saw my tattoo.

"My tattoo? Want to take a shot? I got it on graduation. I missed you so much. All I wanted to do was have your arms around me. I missed your lips. I missed your smile. I missed you so much."

A lace white dress peeked out behind him. I remembered she picked out 2 dresses, one for the ceremony, and a strapless cocktail dress for the recession.

Riley.

Riley appeared, pulling me back.

Her arms straddled me, the music in my ears ringing. Lucas, his head buried in his hands, Farkle trying to keep his voice hush.

She brought me inside the photography room.

"Maya, Peaches. Are you okay? I couldn't stand to watch you like that."

She warmly embraced me, her shoulders covered in my tears.

"Shh, it's gonna be alright, ok? I'm here." Her voice silky smooth, yet interrupted by the creak of the door.

"Hey Maya, I'm so sorry. I told him he should go home. He's gone, you know. He was an asshole for doing those things to you in high school. I'm so sorry." Farkle, scratched the back of his neck, his face flustered.

Why am I like this? He doesn't deserve my tears. He…

My thoughts faded as I recollected the memory of before

We were out on the quad, his face lit up from the sun, him, picking flowers for me. "Hey Maya? He asked.

I looked up and smiled, asking him what he wanted to ask me. His voice gentle and soft, replying- "Nothing. I just wanted to see your smile."

I peered up at Riley and Farkle, how selfish I've been to take away their wedding day from them. To waste their time with my useless problems.

"Maybe it's best if go home. Sorry guys." I said

"Don't be. Please. Maya, whatever problems you have, if it's my wedding day, or if it's my birthday, I'm always gonna be here for you. Me and Farkle." Riley smiled

Farkle gave me a tight hug and I walked out the door, getting in my car, a mess from all the runny makeup.

When I arrived at my apartment, I dug through my purse finding my keys, and unlocking the door and going in.

I slid down the door, sitting there.

The tears streamed down like hell. I wanted to stop. I told myself in high school that I would stop crying over him.

There was rapid knocking on my door.

I knew he was on the other side. I could hear his unsteady breaths, and I could imagine him, his face flustered and his face warm.

"Maya, I know you're in there. I hope you can hear what I'm trying to say. It's just…" his words drifted off as if he couldn't go through with saying them.

I could feel his chest rise and fall, slow breathing. But he continued.

"It's just that it seems like we got our high school selves back into one of our useless arguments again."

I swallowed the lump in the back of my throat and spoke. "If you think this argument is useless, then don't argue at all, you asshole."

"Argh, you know that's not what I meant Maya." he sighed

"You seem to not know what you mean anymore, because I'm just being selfish, remember?" I said.

I stood up, and opened the door.

He was leaning his head against the door frame, his face hidden.

"It's true what they say isn't it? You don't know how much you miss someone until they're gone. I hate the fact that it took me to leave you for you to realize what I was. To tell me that you love me. And if you think that some cliche gesture like this will make me magically want you back, you're wrong. I'm gonna count to 38, and you better finish your stupid fucking speech, Sundance, and in 38 seconds, I'm gonna shut this door in your face and then we're through." I said stern.

"Maya, ever since I saw you again, I can't get you out of my head. I try. But I just can't. All the memories keep swirling back to me. And I can't help but wonder what if. What if we were still like that? What if we were still in love? I do miss you. So much too."

"5...4...3...2…" I raised my voice loudly.

"I still love you, Maya." he spoke

"Please say something." He pleaded

My lips enclosed around his.

My back was suddenly pressed against my door, we were already inside my apartment. I could feel his grip on my hips. One of my hands began to work its way onto his neck, the other feeling his hair. Oh, god his hair, I missed that stupid hair so much. He lifted me on top of my counter, my feet wrapped around his waist. His lips trailing down my jawline, onto my neck, to my collarbone. My head had tilted back, my movement followed by his.

I then remembered the night when Riley and I were on the Bay Window, and I was bawling my eyes out.

If Lucas did something that horrible, then he never deserved you in the first place, Peaches.

My mind then flashed to all the tears and events I've missed because of him. Because of what he did.

I froze.

I shoved Lucas away and jumped off the counter.

"Maya…" his voice trailed off as I ran off. My name was shouted louder, making me run faster into the New York lights.

I'M BAAAAAAACK. Yes, I'm so so so sorry I haven't updated in weeks, but I had major writer's block, and I'm kind of nervous for season 3, but I kept buggin out at Tumblr like crazy about the spoilers. Have you heard about what happens in Girl Meets Ski Lodge? I know I can't and I shouldn't spoil it for you, but let's just say that Lucaya is- BLEEP. Sorry, told you I wouldn't spoil it for y'all. But I really hope that steamy, steamy makeout made up for my writing absence. Thanks so so much for reading, Tell me what you thought about in in the reviews, I read each and every one. :) Thanks.

Love, love, love,

Katie :)