Hi everyone! I'm so sorry that it has been so long since I have posted. I've had pretty bad writers block for a long time and I just completed my freshman year of college, which let me tell you I legitimately did not have any free time. I plan on trying to update more often and I really appreciate all the reviews you all have left me. If you have any ideas as to where you might want this story to go, feel free to message me or review! I do not own Girl Meets World, but honestly I wish I did because I would have never cancelled it. I hope you all like this new chapter!

Riley's POV

There's a reason why so many girls flock to Lucas. He's undeniably attractive. And seeing him in a nice suit, staring at me like he had the wind knocked out of him, well that does things to a girl.

"You ready to go?" I ask.

"Yeah." He puts a hand on the small of my back to guide me out the door and to his car.

Moment gone. He drives a Porsche. A Porsche. How much more stereotypical can he be? Another rich kid driving around in a Porsche, that no doubt his parents paid for, trying to pick up girls (I would say chicks but that's demeaning) who are reeled in by his charm. Well too bad Friar, that's not me. Try all your little games but I won't bite. Plus, that car kills the environment and my little bunnies. 10 points from Gryffindor. Or would Lucas be a Slytherin?

I roll my eyes a little once we get to the restaurant. Of course, he would choose one of the most expensive restaurants in the city. Valet parking, tiny portions, and loads of women wearing coats and wraps made of my little bunnies! First the purse and now this. If he thinks he can just buy his way out of every problem with me he has another thing coming.

We are seated at a table in the back, away from the rest of the restaurant, but on our way there I cling to Lucas and smile like I'm in love. Because that's what I'm supposed to be. In love. With Lucas Friar. Bleh. Well, at least that's what the media thinks. So, I play the part of the adoring fiancée in front of the public, but do I like it? No.

There's a thick awkward silence that looms over us as we wait for our food. It's like a fog that traps us in this room and somehow seems to make the room appear smaller and smaller until Lucas and I are face to face with nowhere to go. He coughs.

"So, Riley, how long have you been working at the bakery?"

Ah, small talk. The dreaded silence killer. I would have been happy not having to speak to Lucas for the rest of the evening, but I guess my wishes don't come true.

"I've been working at the bakery since I was about 16, but I started managing the place when I turned 21."

"That's cool." The silence thickened. "I've read some of your articles."

"Oh, have you?"

"Well, no but my parents have read your articles and say that they're really good."

"Of course." I roll my eyes. "Your parents are really nice. And Lily is such a sweetheart!"

"Yeah. She's something. She's gotten really into music lately, so I just bought her a brand-new guitar. I'm hoping to take her to Texas soon to listen to some of the local music there."

"Does she miss Texas?"

"We moved before she was born, so she only knows New York as home."

"Do you miss Texas?" He looks lost in thought and then smiles. Not one of those grins he uses to reel in girls, but a genuine smile as if remembering a distant memory.

"Sometimes. I miss the farm and my Pappy Joe a lot, but I know that a lot of adventures await me here."

Hearing Lucas talk about his sister and Texas made me think that there might be more to him than what's on the surface. The look in his eye that he had while talking though dimmed again, and it was like he closed himself off to the world once more. We ate in silence once our food had arrived, paid the bill and walked back through the restaurant to the front doors.

As soon as we walked through the doors, dozens of bright flashes surrounded my vision. People hollered at Lucas and I left and right. I clung on to Lucas' arm as best as I could to not be separated as restaurant employees tried to shove paparazzi back. Over all the noise, I could hear Lucas mumble, "Shit, they found us." Luckily the valet had already brought up the car, so we made a mad dash, shoving and pushing people out of the way, while I tried not to be swallowed by the mob. We finally made it inside the car and Lucas took off.

"We're going to have to drive around for a little while to lose them."

I look into the side mirrors and notice four black vans following us. Lucas made quick turns to try and lose the vans behind us. After 30 minutes of dodging we had finally managed to ditch the last van, but with all the adrenaline from the chase and having little in my stomach from the tiny dinner we were served at the restaurant, I was starving. Naturally, we have to stop at an ice cream shop on the way back to my apartment. I got cookie dough while he got regular vanilla. Can you say boring!

We sat down at one of the tables to enjoy our frozen treats when Lucas speaks.

"I'm sorry about what happened back there. The paparazzi somehow have this sixth sense as to where I am, and they don't go away."

"It's ok, Lucas. I get it. Your life isn't private, and this stuff just happens. It isn't your fault and we can't change what happens, so I'm going to have to get used to it since soon we will be married."

"But you shouldn't have to get used to it. No one should have to go through the torment that I do."

The rest of the date went in silence. We drove back to my apartment and he walked me up to my door.

"Goodnight Riley."

"Goodnight Lucas." I closed the door and waited to hear his car drive away. Putting my purse down on my kitchen counter I head to my bedroom and get changed for bed. I lay in bed thinking about the date I just had with Lucas. There were certain moments that surprised me tonight, but that's still not enough to fully let my guard down around him. I know his reputation and he hasn't shown me enough for me to believe that he's different than what the media portrays him to be. I lean over to turn off the lamp on my bedside table and lay down looking at the ceiling in the dark.

2 months until the wedding.

I fall asleep.