Hey guys! Y'all probably hate me for not posting anything for a while and I completely understand. I got kind of in a writer's block with this story and junior year of college is kind of kicking my butt, but I just finished my major projects for the semester and I think I know where I want to go with this story. I know this is a short chapter, but I found a good place to leave off. I can't promise you guys that I will be perfect and post super regularly from now on, but I will try to post much more often than the last time. I don't own Girl Meets World and thank you to Disney Plus for giving me free reign over all episodes as game tape. Please comment with anything you have to share, I truly love hearing from people.

Lucas' POV

You know how they say you don't know what you've lost until it's gone. Yeah, listen to that advice because it's true.

I didn't realize how close Riley and I had gotten until she wouldn't speak to me. It was torture. In all honesty she was quickly becoming my best friend. Don't tell Zay. But in all seriousness, the girl knew everything about me, and I haven't felt this much like my usual self in a long time. Way before the media took off with the whole playboy Lucas vibe.

We spent the rest of that night talking to each other. Not even about the situation that happened. That ship had sailed after she accepted my apology. It was about the random things in life like what animals we would want to be reincarnated into or the superpower we'd love to have. Mine: invisibility. Riley's: shape shifting, only wo that she could turn into different animals. The night was the same as any other night I've spent over at Riley's. Put on a movie that will soon be forgotten. Not in the way you're thinking, although

I wouldn't mind if the night turned out that way. God Lucas, stop it. She's your friend. You're getting married to her, no room for those thoughts. Anyways, where was I? Oh, right! We'd put on a movie, but just end up talking the whole time while eating our favorite movie snack, popcorn with chocolate. It'd get late and I could see that she was starting to dose off, so she'd go off to bed after grabbing me some blankets for the couch.

Unfortunately, I had some important business to attend to earlier on the next morning, so I was only able to leave her my note before having to head out. We did make a plan that with everything that happened we were going to have two dates this week and I would plan both. First, I wanted to do a do-over of our first date.

I planned the whole thing myself down to the tie I was going to wear. Well, that part wasn't too hard. I wore the exact same thing that I wore the first time around which was pretty easy to remember considering we hadn't gone on a fancy date since then. I told Riley to do the same. Instead of having my assistant place the reservations this time around though, I made reservations at a restaurant that I loved, what I should've done the first time. The restaurant was still classy and upscale, but their servings offered a little more than two bites of food and were more sustainable.

I drove up to her apartment the same as the first night, except this time I was very familiar with the building I parked in front of and I was driving my usual car instead of the Porsche. Walking up and knocking on the door, I felt more nervous than that first night. It felt like a new beginning for us after all the drama that had happened and turning a new leaf. We knew that we were going to be married and there was nothing we could do to get out of it, but at least I would have a friend there beside me at the altar. She opened the door and the air left my lungs faster seeing her in that dress for the second time. God, she was gorgeous. If it's any consolation, I'm going to have a hot wife for at least a few years. Even if a guy's just friends with a girl he can still appreciate how good she looks, right?

"Ready to go?"

She pulls the door closed and locks it, turning back to me before nodding. I hold out my arm for her to take and she loops hers through mine as we walk down the stairs and out the building to my car. I open the car door for her as she gets in and then we are on our way to the restaurant, singing to our favorite songs on the radio the entire way.

So far, nothing about this night is similar to the first, the only thing being our secluded table away from the prying eyes of the other restaurant goers and the paparazzi. Since we are officially public now the media has been hounding the both of us. I had to hire extra security guards for both my office and Riley's bakery. Even random people on the street have begun taking photos of the two of us, even when we're not together. The special accommodations have their perks though. Riley and I allowed to be ourselves on our date, not having to put on a show for the public. Obviously, we needed to act accordingly entering the restaurant and we will have to do the same when we leave, but for right now there is no act. Right now, we're just Lucas and Riley.

"You did what?" I ask while laughing.

"It's true! I was mad at Maya and she wouldn't talk things out, so I poured a bucket of purple paint on her head."

"Where did you get a whole bucket of purple paint? And why is everything purple?"

"Well the purple paint was on a shelf in the art room we were in. But purple has been mine for as long as I can remember. It's so calming and every time I look at it… it makes everything seem possible."

Even with something as simple as the color purple, Riley's eyes light up. It makes me smile a little inside knowing that she does the same for me as purple does for her. She's slowly pulling me out of the shell I used to be and making me remember who Lucas Friar really is. I guess that's what happens when you start to care about someone you have fee… are friends with. Yeah, friends. Just friends.

2 weeks and 6 days till the wedding.