Hi everyone! I am so sorry that I have not posted for a while. I finished my Physics course for the summer and then had to get ready for sophomore year of college and have been swamped with work since. Also I have been binge watching To All The Boys I've Loved Before on repeat during my free time. I read the books and was so happy to learn that they were making a moving of it and I was not disappointed. Anyway sorry for the rambling and I will try to post whenever I can this semester but just know that I am very busy and my school work comes first. So if I do not post in a while, I'm very sorry and know that I will get back to it eventually. I love hearing from you guys and I love writing this story so there will be more. Know that I don't own Girl Meets World but with all the formalities out of the way please enjoy A Few of My Favorite Things!

Riley's POV

I had just closed the door and was in the process of getting ready for bed when I hear a knock on my door. I wipe off the clay face mask residing on my hands and go to answer the door. What was awaiting on the other side I did not expect.

"Can I stay here for a little while?" Usually when dates leave, they don't come back immediately afterward. Especially not when someone has just put on a face mask ready to retire for the night.

"Are you okay? Lucas, what's going on?"

"Maybe I should be asking YOU that question. You know that your face is green right. Riley if you are going to be sick, please throw up in the plant by your door and not on me," we both laugh.

"Ha ha, very funny Lucas. I was not expecting company so soon. But seriously, what's going on?"

"It's the paparazzi. They must have followed us from the baseball game and now they are waiting outside the apartment building. Could I stay here for a little while, at least until they leave?" He had a slight look of desperation on his face. I know now that the paparazzi give him quite a bit of trouble and I really admire the fact that he's trying to keep me out of this for as long as possible.

"Of course, Lucas it's no problem. Come on in." He walked inside and looked around. I realized that although he had been inside my apartment before to pick me up for a date, he hadn't really seen it. Now I was suddenly hyperaware of everything in my apartment. And the fact that I still had green clay on my face.

"Make yourself at home. I'm just going to wash this gunk off my face really quick." I close the door and move to my bathroom to wash my face. Patting my face dry, I turn back out of the bathroom to find Lucas sitting on my couch taking off his jacket. I may not be enamored with my fiancée, but I will admit that he has very nice biceps. Even before when I thought he was just a pompous jerk, I did wonder what it would be like to be wrapped in his arms. You don't have to be in love with someone to be attracted to them.

"So, do you want to watch a movie or something, while we wait for the paparazzi to leave?" I say after I regain my bearings.

"Sure, mind if I pick out a movie?"

"As long as it's not straight porn, be my guest. I have movies in the cabinet under the tv, Netflix, and Amazon Prime Video for you to peruse." Lucas gets off the couch and looks at the movies before browsing and finding the movie he wants us to watch. After hitting play, and myself changing into comfier clothes, we sat down on the couch to watch Iron Man.

It was awkward at first. Kind of like those movie dates one would have in middle school where your parents walk into the room every ten minutes to check up and ask if you want snacks, so you stay three feet apart the whole time. Yeah, just like that. But as the movie continued we started to become more relaxed. Laughing during the funny parts. Enraptured by the action scenes, until there was nothing but darkness.

I was standing in a kitchen. One that seemed familiar to myself, but I had never seen before. My mother standing beside me, grabbing plates and forks to carry over to the large kitchen table behind us. I look behind to see all of my friends and family standing in front of the table along with some people I don't know. Picking up the cake on the counter in front of me I move over to the table to place it in front of a little girl, whom I recognize as being my daughter. A little boy, appearing older than the girl also determined to be my son, stood at her shoulder. I light the number 4 candle on the cake and step back. "Happy Birthday to you! Happy…" I feel arms wrap around my waist and I turn to look at the owner when I wake up…

Grogginess surrounds my mind and I feel a heavy warmth around my midsection. I slowly start to wake up to realize that I am unable to move and that my back is killing me. Opening my eyes I look down to see my couch and the cause of the heaviness around my abdomen. Lucas' arm. We were currently spooning on my couch where I could hear his even breathing and feel his exhale on the top of my head.

How did this even happen? The last thing I remember of last night was watching Iron Man. Tony Stark had just found out Obediah Stane's plan and was going after him. Then nothing. We must have fallen asleep and he must have woken up while I was trying to solve this mystery in my head for he inhaled deeply, and his morning groans filled my ear. He pulled me closer to him before I heard a sharp intake of breath and the arm holding me to him suddenly released.

"Good morning Riley. I'm sorry I fell asleep, while obviously you did too, but um… I guess I'll just get going now. The paparazzi are probably gone by now," he stammers. He moves to get off the couch and grab his jacket before moving toward the door.

By the time his hand closed around the door handle, I had gotten up off the couch. "Wait, Lucas. Since you're already here, why don't you stay for breakfast?" He gave me a smile and followed me to the kitchen.

Four pancakes and five strips of bacon later, Lucas was practically comatose from all the food he ate. "Riley, you've done it again. You have a real gift and I'm sorry to say that before long I won't to be able to maintain this figure that you love so much." He winks.

"Thank you, Lucas. That means a lot. I just have this passion for all things baking. It's what I love to do." I feel reminiscent and happy just talking about it. We talk for a while about passions and our everyday lives while we clean up the dishes. After looking out the fire escape to make sure the paparazzi were gone, I escort Lucas to the door.

"I know this was an accident, and I know I told you this last night, but I had a really good time Riley."

"Me too, Lucas." He embraces me, and we stand in the doorway holding each other before he breaks away. Exiting the door, he turns over his shoulder. "See you later, Riley."

"Bye, Lucas." I shut the door and turn so that my back is resting against it to think about the past 24 hours. A buzzing coming from my pocket breaks me out of my thoughts. Reaching into my pocket, I retrieve my phone to see a text message.

Lucas: My favorite breakfast food is pancakes.

I smile as I read it and lean back against the door to resume my thinking.

1 month and 2 weeks until the wedding.