Mrs. Insecure meets Mr. Perfect || Rucas

❁ Chapter 1 ❁

Riley's POV

            The people were dancing around in the ballroom as the slow music was playing in the background. I was standing at the alter, looking out around the room at the happy faces that were shining bright. Brighter than the sun. One happy face made my day ten times brighter. But a ballroom filled with happy faces made my day a million times brighter.

As I was scanning the room, I noticed a boy standing alone. His face was blurry but his hair was dirty blond. Not that I could see it clear because of the little amount of light in the room. He was watching everyone dancing, or so it looked. He had his face turned to the crowd and didn't move for a good while.

I don't talk to strangers. I have never. So my decision was to just enjoy everyone's happiness. I had a purple long princess looking dress on me and a silver tiara was placed on my head. I was a princess. Always had I dreamed about being a princess. All the happiness a princess brings, the love she gives and gets in return and in every story - being a princess means having a prince.

Not in mine.

Not as far as I know.

I started walking, slowly, down the stairs towards the crowd that were still moving to the music. When I was finally down the stairs I -

Beep.

What? What was that?

Beep.

Never mind. It's just my imagina-

Beep.

I let out a loud groan, or at least what I could get out of me, with my eyes still closed. I knew that once I open them, I can't go back to my happy little place.

"Peaches! Come on, get up!" I heard a familiar voice next to me and without hesitation I opened my eyes and turned my head to my right.

After adjusting my eyes enough to see who it was I saw the person. And of course there she was. My best friend, Maya Hart. Blonde long hair and blue shining eyes looking at me with amusement.

"Good morning, Riles." She sing sang with a wide grin. She hopped on my bed and started jumping up and down on her butt. "It's that time of the week when all children are depressed and adults torture us." She said with glee.

I looked at her, confused, not knowing what she first meant about what she said. You see, my brain isn't always on in the morning. "Maya..." I trailed off, waiting for her to continue what she was trying to come to.

She rolled her eyes at me, "Riles, it's Monday, which means we have..." now she was the one who trailed off, leaving me to try and figure out the rest of the sentence. I hate when she does that. She knows about my brain being off and on at some points. Which means, right now, she knows that it's off.

But still, I tried. Monday. Monday means...pancakes in the morning. But that can't be what she meant. I mean, adults are making us a favour by giving us pancakes in the morning before school and that isn't tort- wait!

"School!" I finally said after a while. She gave me her bright smile that she always does in the morning.

Maya knows everything there is to know about me. Interests to secrets to fears. All of them. She also knows how much I love making people happy. At first she thought that it was just stupid, giving people happiness. Maya isn't a believer of things. She doesn't believe in happy endings and she things hope's for suckers. I mean, I understand her. She's been through a lot for being just a seventeen year old girl. She only has her mom and her dad left her when she was a little kid.