Hi everyone! I know I promised that I would be updating more often and technically I am but I would've liked to get a new chapter out every week. This became a little hectic for me these past two weeks as I am currently taking an online Physics class for my major and I was going on vacation. So trying to get my work done for two weeks plus getting ready for vacation, running, and going to family parties I was pretty swamped. I'm so sorry for this late update but I will make it up to you with another chapter update coming in a few days. Thank you to everyone who has left their reviews on this story and to everyone who has followed it. I am always taking your comments to heart and trying to make changes when they are needed. I love hearing from you all and I hope I do you all proud. Finally I do not own Girl Meets World but I wish I did because I wouldn't have let it get cancelled. Please Read, Follow, and Review! I hope you all enjoy this installment of I Do-I Do Not and please feel free to let me know what you think of it. Without further ado I present to you Have Some Cake.

Lucas' POV

It's been three days since my date with Riley. I can tell she is still hesitant of me. Honestly, she is the first girl that has not immediately fallen under my charm. Of course! The ONE girl that doesn't find me irresistible in this city is the one that I have to marry. Oh irony, you kill me.

I have made it part of my daily schedule to walk by the bakery each day when I go to pick up lunch. Look at me picking up my own lunch. Not having my assistant do it for me. Yay! (I'm a big boy now!) I just like to walk by, look in the bakery for a little while and be on my merry way. Do I go in? Never. I just check in to see how she is doing without letting her know I'm checking in on her.

We haven't really talked since our date, but I still want to check in on her to see her. But checking in on her with her knowing has this clingy quality to it and Lucas Friar does not do clingy. It's the girls I go out with who are clingy, not the other way around.

As I pass by, I stop to look through the window and I see her at the counter. She's currently frosting a batch of cupcakes with purple frosting and placing little daisies on top. Her face, usually sweet in nature, dons a serious expression and concentration writes itself in the lines between her eyes.

"God, she looks so cute." Did … did I say that out loud? A look from a customer coming out of the bakery confirms that thought. With a final glance at Riley, I head back on my way to get my lunch.

After the date three days ago, Riley's and my moms decided that we had to go on at least one date a week leading up to the wedding, so we can get to know each other beforehand. Because I guess you're supposed to know the person you're marrying. What a crazy thought? You know what else is crazy. My mother with this wedding planning. I thought it was the bride who picked out everything for a wedding. My assumption was that Riley would pick out everything and I would just say, 'Yes Dear, that seems nice.' At least that's what happens with all the grooms in tv shows and movies. And they WANT to get married.

So, you can assume my surprise when my mother started asking me all of these questions. And on top of that, I still have to pick out who my groomsmen and best man will be, plus our suits and…

"Lucas, remember you have a cake tasting at five today with Riley."

… the alcohol. Zay will definitely be my best man. I still have to figure out groomsmen, but I need to know how many bridesmaids Riley will have… Wait, what?

"What did you say?"

"I said, you and Riley have a cake tasting tonight at five for the wedding. Lucas please listen," my mother scolds.

"Sorry. And tonight won't work I have plans with Zay."

"Well I'm sorry but you're just going to have to call and cancel."

"Fine. I'll do it right now." I pull out my phone and text Zay.

Lucas: Hey man, I'm sorry but I can't go out tonight. My mom just sprung an impromptu cake tasting on me.

Zay: That sucks, but I get it man. The Royal Wedding must commence. We will schedule another time to hang out.

Lucas: Definitely. And will you stop calling it that.

Zay: It's an arranged marriage to benefit two parties ergo a Royal Wedding. So, no I won't stop. Have fun shoving your face with cake.

Asshole.

So far, the cake tasting wasn't that bad. There was some argument in the beginning between Riley and Mrs. Matthews about why Riley couldn't bake the wedding cake. Mrs. Matthews said she wouldn't have her daughter baking her own wedding cake, plopped her in the chair next to me, and that was that. Our moms left us alone tasting cake.

Riley was sulking until the first type of cake was brought out. Then she was just giddy. Man, this girl really loves her cake. We sat in silence for a while, trying out each and every cake the baker brought for us. Until the chocolate cake. Each of us took a bite.

"I like this one." We both said at the same time. Turning our heads to look at each other, we laughed at the comicality of the situation. The voice of the baker brought us out of our little moment.

"Great! Do you have any ideas for the design?" he said.

"Actually, I do." Digging into her bag, Riley produced a sketch book and a pencil. She flipped the book until she landed on a beautifully drawn four-tiered cake with pillars and flowers and these other little cakey things I don't know name of.

"Sorry," she said looking at mine and the baker's face, "I guess I got a little carried away. I just love designing wedding cakes. If you want to use this design, feel free to but if you have other ideas feel free to. I only ask that you include flowers on the cake. Is that okay with you Lucas?"

I tore my gaze away from the drawing and looked at Riley. "Hmm. Oh, I have no problems with that. This is your cake Riley. Do what you want to do. I'm just here to help pick the flavor."

The rest of the session was spent with Riley talking animatedly to the baker and the two of them drawing up designs left and right. Riley even helped design cakes for some of the other baker's clients that the baker stuck on what to do for them.

After our appointment, Riley and I walked out of the bakery and down the street to her apartment. Just like the night of our date, I walked her up to her door and we stood there for a moment in silence. Suddenly, Riley speaks up.

"Oh, by the way, I was thinking since our moms are having us go on dates every week and since you planned the last date, I thought I would plan the next date for us."

"Ok, when were you thinking?"

"I was thinking on Thursday (which is two days from now), if that works for you."

"Yeah, I think that will work for me. What do I need to bring?"

"Nothing. I'll take care of everything. Just meet me here at 5 on Thursday."

"Alright. I'll see you on Thursday Riley."

"See you then, Lucas." She closed the door behind her and I walked back to my car parked on the street. Driving back to my apartment, I thought about the entire situation that we were in. I was starting to get to know Riley better but I'm still not sure. It's hard to go from the lifestyle that I was living to be a tied down man. I park my car next to my building and head up.

Laying in bed for a while, I think about how Riley must be feeling with all of this. She must be just as troubled as I am, right? I turn off the bedside lamp and roll over on my side.

1 month and 3 weeks till the wedding.