Icehale: I actually wrote it on time, you guys! I've never been able to do this and I'm so incredibly happy! I may be able to write more chaptered stories if I get this inspired next time! Oh, I also realized that I never told you guys when I'd be updating. I'll be updating on Mondays, mostly, unless something happens. And now for the shoutouts:

Jen – I'm glad you liked it and of course I'm glad you love Rucas!

Michaela – Thanks! Here's the update!

Guest – Thanks! It's been a fun story to write, that's for sure.

Guest28 – Low key though, I fail at writing summaries, but thanks for that boost of confidence! I'm glad you liked my one-shots and I hope you like this story too! Thank you for the support!

rileytown – Thank you so much! I'm literally writing my mood so I'm kind of curious to see where this story will go as well!

RucasLover – I just did, here you go!

violet1429 – I hope the story lives up to your expectations! I can't wait to write more either!

Guest – Thanks! I also can't wait to see where this story goes!

Guest – Thank you! I can't wait for Rucas either, don't worry. But you'll get to see their first conversation in this chapter!

Alright cool, time for the disclaimer! Cory, do you want to do it?

Cory: Icehale doesn't own Girl Meets World. And that's a perfect take, on with the story!

Excerpt from Rosie McGee's Journal

You know, journal, I've never met anyone quite like him. He's all cold and distant when you first meet him, but inside is that shining heart. You can see traces of the little boy who once hoped, journal. I hope to bring that part of him to the outside of his shell and find out why exactly he acts so rudely.

–November 17, 1961

"Is this him?" a voice drawled from above him. "This little pickle?"

The newly born baby had just opened his eyes, cooing at the man he saw. His grandfather Merlin was the first person to ever hold him, besides the doctor and his parents.

"We're naming him Lucas, Papa," the tired woman told him, a brilliant smile on her face. "It means 'bright' or 'shining.' And I believe that he'll be the shining light of some lucky little lady's eyes."

"He'll be a charmer, that's for sure," Merlin agreed, letting out a bark of laughter. "He may even find himself a Rosie."

Lucas's parents exchanged a confused glance before shrugging it off, figuring it was an old joke.

They were so close, yet so far from the truth.

"You can ride your horse off into the distance with your girl sitting right behind you," Merlin told the boy, a large, wistful smile on his face. "She'll hold onto you in fear, but trust that you won't let her fall off. She'll be a city gal, and you a country boy, but you couldn't be better matched for each other."

"Is that what Granny was like back in the day?" Lucas asked, eyes shining in interest. "Was she a city girl who lived the country?"

"Nah, another girl, long time ago," his Pappy Joe shook his head. "She was a real beaut, that's for sure."

"I hope I find someone like that, Pappy Joe!" Lucas had exclaimed, bouncing excitedly in his seat. "And I'll be the perfect gentleman, just like you are!"

"Of course you'll be," Merlin chuckled, patting the boy's head. "You wanna run along now, get some water to gulp down?"

"Okay," the young boy grinned, scrambling out of his chair and running for the main house.

Lucas just never knew who his city girl would be.

As he grew older, Lucas saw his grandfather getting more distant. It increased after his Grammy died, leaving only Merlin and his thoughts on the ranch.

Lucas couldn't tell why Merlin was distancing himself from his family. He loved his grandfather, and he and his mother visited as often as they could. But Merlin Scoggins was out of stories and tired of life. He was old, too old, he felt sometimes.

His mother had confided in Lucas, leading him to worry. If his grandfather died, who would tell him stories? Who would let him think for hours on end about the perfect girl for him? The optimistic one, the one who would keep him down to earth and happy. The girl who would always be there for him.

As he realized that his grandfather would eventually die, Lucas himself started to grow distant towards everyone he knew, including Merlin. That little boy, the one who had dreamed about his city girl, was pushed away until the memories were pulled out again.

That hopeful and polite little boy was gone.

Lucas was absolutely furious. No warning had come whatsoever about the change and his rage was left for the solicitor to witness.

Sure, he hadn't visited for the last couple of years, refusing every time his mother asked, but how was this punishment fair? What called for this?

His mother, Merlin's own daughter, had been disappointed, but she had gotten over it. Everyone had.

Except for Lucas.

Merlin had died a week ago and his will reading and funeral had been earlier that day. Lucas had expected something out of it, but everything Merlin owned — his property, his money, his belongings — had gone to some girl his family had never heard of.

And to top it off, they were informed that the change had happened a couple of days before Merlin's death. Meaning that the Friar/Scoggins clan was led to hope for something while getting absolutely nothing.

Lucas had asked for the girl's name and had gotten Riley Matthews in return. Another inquiry had gotten him a general location and phone number.

Of course. The girl lived in New York City. What had he thought, she'd be a Texan gal?

Lucas had thought so, in fact. But apparently his luck would only go so far.

"Hello?" Lucas asked. "Am I speaking to Riley Matthews?"

"Yes," the voice replied, sounding a bit distracted, but held an optimistic tone. "I'm Riley Matthews, who is this?"

"My name's Lucas Friar and I'd like to meet with you," Lucas explained, getting straight to the point. "My grandfather just died and he left everything to you in his will. I'd like to talk to you to try to understand why I got nothing and why you got the inheritance."

"I don't know," the girl – Riley – said slowly. "I'm kind of busy with classes, so I don't really have the time to talk to you."

"Miss, I already flew to New York from Texas," Lucas said flatly. "I've already gotten a hotel room to stay in for the month while I try to figure things out. I'd suggest you meet with me so that this isn't money wasted."

A sigh came from the other end of the line and Lucas felt a flash of triumph as he realized what had happened. "Fine," she agreed reluctantly. "But I'd just like to say, I got the letter just today. I don't know why I inherited everything from him more than you do."

"That's fine ma'am," Lucas said with a sense of finality. "Tomorrow at 4 will do, at that café, Topanga's."

He hung up before she could disagree.

Icehale: So we have ourselves the first discussion between Riley and Lucas! Granted, it's not the friendliest of discussions but Lucas isn't the same one that we all know and love. He's combining Texas Lucas and a colder version of himself on the outside while the little boy inside him is the familiar Lucas. Riley should be able to get the little boy back, right?

I know, it wasn't my best work. But to me, this is pretty good, especially considering I've had writer's block for the longest time.

Anyway, review and tell me what you think! Like it, love it, hate it? I'll take anything you've got. Follow and favorite too if you want to. Until next week, my friends!