Hey everyone! We are finally on winter break. This semester ended on kind of a rough note. Lots of stuff happened. But we're back! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and I'll have another one for you soon! I do not own Girl Meets World and like always please read, comment, and follow, I love hearing what you all have to say!

Riley's POV

Lucas' date that he planned was amazing. It really did feel like we were starting all over again on a new path. After finishing our dinner, we walked back out into the restaurant and through the doors where we were met with the paparazzi. Again. The tone of this date may have been entirely different, but the situation was just the same. This time though they definitely knew who I was and why I was with Lucas. I've gotten more used to it the longer this arrangement has gone on. I just hope after the wedding things start to calm down a little, but with what Lucas has told me that seems highly unlikely.

For now, I play the part. Link my hand with his and get as close as possible to him. No I'm not doing that for my own gain, even if I do get a better chance to smell the delicious cologne he's wearing, but it looks more realistic to the photographers. Plus, they're swarming around us so much that if I didn't, I'd be squeezed out. The valet brings up our car and Lucas opens the door for me, guiding me into the car while blocking me from the strobe of the cameras. Good news is that Lucas' windows, in all his cars, are tinted, so paparazzi can't catch us in here.

The car chase of our first date repeats itself, but this time instead of going to get ice cream we lose them when we enter Central Park. By this point the sky has grown dark and we wander amongst the paths taking in the nature situated amongst the smog.

"If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?" Lucas asks me.

"That's an easy question, Paris."

"Why?"

"It seems like the kind of place that inspires a storybook. There's something so whimsical and romantic about the city." Duh, it's called the City of Love for a reason Riley. "Anyways, I've dreamed of my own fairytale ending ever since I was a child, never did I think though that I wouldn't have a say in it."

"Riley, I really want to apologize for this whole mess. I know that this wasn't in your plan and I'm sorry that you basically had to give up your life and freedom to go along with other people's choices for you. Most of all, I'm really sorry that because of me, because of this situation, you won't be able to have your own happy ending. That you won't get the chance to find your knight in shining armor."

"Lucas, really you don't have to apologize. This whole thing affected you, just as much as it affected me. You didn't get a say in the matter either. I'm sorry I took it out on you in the beginning. Plus, we only have to be married for a little while, right?" Why did that hurt to say?

"Honestly, I'm glad for this arrangement because if it would have never happened, I would've never met you and I never would've been reminded of the old me. So, thank you."

This was the conversation we should've had on the first night. Or even before that. We spent a while longer walking through the park talking about the wedding and how soon it was coming up. We decided that even though our moms want this extravagant wedding and it was going to be broadcast we wanted to keep the things we could control simple. Most big weddings have 10 people in the processional, but we decided to keep ours small. My maid of honor is of course Maya and my bridesmaids are Isadora Smackle, my friend from high school, and Lily, Lucas' sister. Zay is obviously Lucas' best man and his groomsmen include Auggie and Farkle, a mutual friend of both of ours without either of our knowledge. I went to middle school with Farkle but he then went to high school with Lucas.

We spend the next half an hour wandering aimlessly through the park, the conversation diverting from the wedding and spurring into a debate over sports teams before we unexpectedly return to Lucas' car. Feeling as though the paparazzi must've ditched their quest to find us by now, we drive back to my place.

Lucas walks into my apartment behind me and after I drop my purse by the door I head to the kitchen to grab some pie I made while Lucas sits down on the couch.

"I'm going to become fat in this marriage aren't I," Lucas chuckles as I hand him a slice of pie before sitting down beside him with my own slice.

"You don't have to eat everything I make." Too late. I look over and half of his pie is gone.

"Riley, I can't not eat it. It's too good that's the problem." I snicker looking at him shovel the rest of the pie into his mouth like a vacuum. He picks out a movie while I finish my slice of pie and then we relax into the couch enjoying how comfortable it's become to be around each other. At the very least it seems as though I'll get a close new friendship after this whole marriage situation is over. That is if we don't have any major issues during our marriage.

Halfway through the movie I feel Lucas shift and as I turn to look at him, he breaks the soundtrack playing in the background of the movie.

"So I know we talked about the wedding a lot in the park today, but we haven't really talked about the aftermath of the wedding. Obviously once we are married we have to completely change our tactics on how we present ourselves to the public." He starts to talk really fast and I can see him becoming flustered. "My mom gave me this whole speech the other day about representing the firms and acting like a true, loving married couple. How we need to organize our lives for the next few years as if we were an actual married couple. How, basically, we need to make even our friends and family believe that we love each other. God, I feel like this whole situation became a lot more daunting."

"Breathe, Lucas. Everything is going to be ok. We've been able to convince people this far; we just have to turn it up a notch when we get married. You've become one of my best friends in such a short amount of time and all this pressure is not just on you. We can do this together, just breathe."

He lets out a long breath and starts again, "I just don't know how to do this. I'm a little nervous right now. I've barely ever had a girlfriend and then I was thrown into this whole marriage. Shit, that didn't sound right. I'm sorry. Just the wedding is coming up fast and I feel like we still have changes to make to prepare for our upcoming marriage while also making increasing relationship steps… I guess what I'm trying to say is, Riley, will you move in with me?

2 weeks and 6 days till the wedding.