Chapter Two; Dinner Guests

When Lucas finally emerged from his room around the one-thirty mark, Farkle had already given Maya a tour of the apartment, worked out what they were going to be doing in terms of rent and sat down at the table discussing what they had both missed in each other's lives since the last time they had seen each other all the while Riley listened on from the couch where she was pretending to watch a rerun of some program that she could care less about.

Pausing in his tracks as he entered from the hallway, Lucas stared at the back of the blonde's head, unfamiliar with who it was and noticing that she seemed to be in deep conversation with Farkle. Quickly regaining his composure, he made his way into the open kitchen and rummaged through the fridge.

After a moment, he realised that there was a pair of eyes on him and turned slowly, a packet of bacon in his hand and made eye contact with bright blue eyes. They held the contact for a moment before Lucas moved forward, extending his hand, "Hi, I'm Lucas, and I have no idea who you are?" Even though he had lived in New York for several years, he still hadn't fully shaken off his Texan accent, something Maya picked up on.

"Maya Hart, I'm your new roommate," She took his hand lightly. "I've known Farkley here a long time and well here I am, Huckleberry."

The blonde's eyebrows creased together at the nickname as he mouthed, 'huckleberry?'. Maya simply laughed at him and explained, "The accent? Where are you from, Sundance, Texas?"

"That would be correct, Ma'am," Lucas picked up on her little game, tipping an invisible hat towards her. She just nodded in approval.

"Well, Farkle, as much fun as I've had here, I have to meet my mom and dad for some dinner that they wanted me to go to with them tonight. And for that, I've got to drive back to Philly to pick them up since I've got their car while mines in the shop," Maya told him as she stood and grabbed her coat that she had neatly placed over the back of the couch.

Once she had slipped it on, she stepped forward to kiss Farkle on the cheek, "I'll call you sometime and figure out when I should start moving my stuff in." Turning, she began digging through her bag for a set of keys before finally making her way out the door, but not before adding a, "Bye Riley. Bye Lucas. It was nice meeting you both," With a small wave as she shut the door.

The trio didn't speak for a moment before Farkle finally asked, "Well, what do you think of her?"

"She seems nice enough," Lucas piped up. "Although I only spoke like three sentences to her."

"Riley?"

"Huh?" The brunette asked, finally pulling her 'attention' away from the screen, although she had been deep in thought as to why she was acting the way she was at the interaction between Maya and Farkle. "What did you say?"

"What did you think of Maya?" He repeated for her, giving her a funny look. Most of the time, she was a great listener.

"I don't know her well enough to give a detailed thought on her yet, but from what I do know, she's sweet," Riley shrugged. "I guess I'll have to get to know her a bit better first but maybe we could be really good friends one day."


"So why are we having this dinner tonight?" Riley asked her mother as she sat at the wooden bench they had had for what felt like forever, watching her mother jump between different pots.

"Because," Topanga started, not even turning. "Your Uncle Shawn is coming over and he's bringing his wife and daughter. We haven't seen him in years so we're going to catch up."

"Oh, right," Riley didn't say anymore, instead rising from the bench and making her way down the hallway to where her old bedroom was. Since she had moved out a little over a year ago, the room was fairly empty, except for the old bed that she had had most of her life and a few nick-knacks that she had left when she moved out, most of her stuff being in the shared apartment.

She hadn't seen her uncle Shawn for years, since she was at least ten, and when she had seen him, he didn't have a kid then so they must have been under nine.

Picking up the remote from the bedside table, she switched the TV on, flicking through a few channels before finally settling on a random talk show. Losing interest quickly, Riley unlocked her phone, responding to a text message from Farkle asking where she had placed the sugar that morning and then proceeded to check her conversation with Lucas. She had sent him a text not too long ago and her was fairly good at replying quickly, but for some reason that day, he hadn't even read the message.

Shrugging, assuming that he was just busy, Riley locked the phone, chucked it to the side and stood. Making her way towards the duffle bag she had placed in the bay window – she was staying the weekend at her parent's house after her mother had begged her for about a week to come see them – and dug through it for something nicer than her sweats.

It took a few minutes but she finally settled on a pair of jeans and a shirt. Once she had slipped them on, her mother called her from the main room along with her brother, announcing that their guests had arrived.

Riley tossed her hair a little before plugging her phone into the wall, skipping out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

As she turned the corner into the main room, she immediately recognised the man – her uncle Shawn. Okay, so maybe he wasn't her uncle by blood but her father and him had been best friends forever and they were practically brothers. If she was honest she wished she had a friendship like that.

Slightly behind him was a blonde, shorter woman. From where Riley was standing she could tell that the smile on her face that she was nervous as she shook hands with her parents.

Finally, Shawn's eyes turned towards her and she smiled a little, "Hey uncle Shawn."

"Riley?" He asked, jokingly squinting at her. "Are you sure you're Riley? The last time I saw you, you were this tall," He held a hand at hip-height. "Now look at you."

"Well, I am nineteen," She smiled at him as they hugged briefly before he turned towards Auggie. "And look at you, you are defiantly not as small as I remember you to be."

"This is Katy, my wife," Shawn gestured to the blonde behind him who smiled at both of them. "And, I don't know where Maya is."

Something clicked in Riley's mind as she repeated the name, "Maya?"

And as if she was summoned, the blonde appeared in the doorway.


So, I took forever to update, didn't I? Yeah, college is a pain in the butt but also I was trying to figure out what to write for this chapter. It hass been sitting half written for at least a week now but I finally wrote something for it. To be honest, I am not sure I like this chapter, let me know what you think of it. You guys went nuts over the last chapter, so if I could get that kind of response again, I would love it but I don't really mind if I don't get the same amount of reviews (it was a lot). Okay, I am gonna dash and leave this here for you. Make sure you let me know what you thought and see you next chapter :P