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R I L E Y
 
Lucas and I arrived at school, holding hands. We had made it through so much together. Nothing could bring us down; or so I thought. Days went by faster and faster, weeks rapidly changing, time passing. It was amazing how one moment, you could feel so safe and secure, and then the next, you have no idea who the hell you are.
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It all started when Lucas invited me over to his apartment. "Riles, come on. It'll be a lot of fun. We'll watch movies, and you know, fun stuff." he smiled. He grasped my hand. "Riley, please come over. Even if it's just for a little bit." He looked so adorable, begging for me to come. I smiled back at him. "Maybe I'll come if you can catch me." I jumped off of the swing set we were on, and I ran as fast as I could to the football field. I was flying. "Haha. There is no possible way he could catch me now." I thought. I felt a jolt of energy surging through my veins as some bear-like arms wrapped tightly around my waist and flung me around. "Will you come now?" he laughed. "Nope." I said as I tried to hold in my giggle. He kissed my cheek. "What about now?" Still, I refused. Gently, he placed his warm lips on my neck, tickling my entire body, down to my toes. He asked me again if I would go, but I refused. He pulled out his cellphone and played "Vanilla Twilight" by Owl City. He bent on one knee. "May I have this dance, Miss Matthews?" I giggled. "It would be an honor." Lucas took my hand, our fingers interlocking perfectly, like puzzle pieces.
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Finally, the time came for the apartment date to commend. I was excited and nervous at the same time, completely cautious, yet completely relaxed about the idea of us alone. I arrived at Lucas's place at precisely 7:00. He ran to the door, our night of disaster began. Lucas wasn't the greatest cook in history, he wasn't even good in general. When I arrived, Lucas hadn't started dinner because he "wanted to wait for me." First, I decided to boil the pasta for the main course. After I got that finished, I began to mix the flour and eggs for the cookies that Lucas wanted to make. He tried to help me, I guess, but he really made it worse. I had him crack the egg, but instead he ended up crushing the egg, with the shell, and dumping 45% of the shell in the cookie mix. I sighed and threw a handful of flour in his face. Right then and there, Lucas and I had our own person food fight, one which I would never forget. By the time we were just about done tossing food, the pasta was finished and we ate. Afterwards, my clothes were too dirty to stay in, so Lucas gave me one of his t shirts and basketball shorts. I came out looking like a twig. Somehow Lucas found this "cute" and grabbed me into a bear hug. For the majority of the night, we sat on the couch, watching our favorite tv shows. At around 9:30, we turned the tv off and just talked. We told each other about our day and such.  "Riley, do you remember what today is?" he asked me. I thought to myself. Is it his birthday? No. Is it my birthday? No. "I'm sorry, Lucas, I don't remember." i told him. "It's our one month anniversary. Well, since we've gone steady. I wanted to tell you some things. Riley, you're so amazing. Not only are you my best friend, but you're my other half. I talk to you about everything, and you are just about the only person who I can trust. I am so blessed to have you in my life. Riley Matthews, I lo-". Abruptly, Lucas was interrupted by the doorbell. Lucas and I wondered who would be at the door; Lucas went to go check. In the door came a tall, model like blonde, dressed in somewhat southern chic clothing. "Hey, Lucas!" She said as she pulled him into a tight hug. "M-m-Megan?"
He stammered. "I've missed you so much, babe." she grabbed Lucas's face and gave him a long, meaningful kiss. Megan? Who is Megan? and why is she kissing MY boyfriend? Lucas has some explaining to do.

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Hey! Hope you liked it. Who is Megan, and what will she do to Rucas?

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