I was sitting at my bay window updating my Abigail Adams Profile quietly listening to Beyonce when I heard a knock to my right. It startled me making me jolt in my seat a bit. I look over and it's Lucas, what is he doing here it's 11 PM on a Friday night doesn't he have a party to be at or something.
Lucas and I used to be friends throughout middle school and freshmen year. But people change, I changed and he changed. But out of the two of us, Lucas changed the most. Lucas used to be a western hero with great stories about horses giving birth and helping in New Orleans after a hurricane. The summer of freshmen year Lucas spent his summer in Texas, while I went back to Philly with my family. We slowly drifted apart. We didn't talk as much, in Philly I spent most of my time exploring where my parents grew up and bonding with Mr. Feeny. But Lucas spent his days and nights partying with girls but not a rodeo like what Maya would imagine. There'd be girls, not a lot of clothes, and alcohol. The days leading up to this Sophomore year we met up but it was odd, Lucas had left New York as a cowboy loving mutton bustin' boy and came back man who loved three things: booze, girls and trouble.
So it wouldn't be wrong to think he did something dumb and wanted to crash here so his mother wouldn't find out. So annoyed, I turned down Beyonce and unmatched my bay window.
"What do you want Lucas?" I asked a subtly annoyed, but not that subtly Lucas could tell when I was annoyed the first time we ever hung out and he annoyed me he knew when I was annoyed.
"Woah there Matthews I just wanted to talk." He replied defensively.
"How drunk are you Friar?" I couldn't smell the alcohol but maybe I hadn't gone close enough so as I wanted to go closer he brought me out of my thoughts, "Um, it's cold out here can I come in?"
"Oh yeah sure." I said lifting the window higher scooting over as he crawled into the bay window.
"So you never answered my question, how drunk are you Friar?"
"Not at all. I just wanted to talk to you." This was odd he hadn't talked to me in months.
"Fine, what do you need this late?"
He scooted in closer to me but I was too nervous to scoot out, "You."
Me? Why would he need me at 11 at night? Is this a dumb dare his dumb jock friends put him up to? Was he high? I looked into his eyes and they were normal his speech was normal. But there had to be something. "Lucas, I'm not giving you the answers to the algebra homework."
He chuckled, "You think I want the math homework? No, Riley I need you, you and only you."
"Lucas, we barely talk why do you choose now to tell me?"
"Because, I was thinking today," he thought, how cute he could think after all this time I didn't know that was still possible for him, go figure "I miss you a lot Riley. I miss talking to you, I miss hanging out with you, I miss pranking your mom at the bakery." He leaned his face closer towards mine, but I jerked my head away.
"Lucas we're two completely different people now."
"How?"
"Well for starters, you spent your summer drinking and partying, you came back a completely different Lucas, and we were younger and we both have significantly grown into different people."
"The only reason I changed is because I thought you didn't like me." What? As if school hadn't confused me enough, Lucas Friar had feelings for me? No this definitely had to be some sort of trick to get me into bed with him or something like that. I liked Lucas Friar before, but now I don't know.
"Lucas."
"Riley?" His deep forest eyes looked into mine I saw hope in his eyes that I was just going to lean in and kiss him. But I knew I couldn't as much as I wanted to.
"Lucas, I liked you," A wide grin formed on his face. "but the thing is that was a long time ago." I felt his smile drop it felt like an anvil was being dropped in the pit of my stomach.
"Riley I'm the same Riley you've always known, just with a couple bumps and scratches here and there, normal wear and tear."
"Okay, who says I haven't changed?"
"Your Abigail Adams Profile, Riley it's been two years and you still haven't changed it." I let out a light giggle. I saw the smile form again. He leaned his face in closer, I stared further into his deep green eyes. His gaze was locked upon my lips as I bit down on my lower lip. Teenagers. Dear God. Before you could say "Beary" his lips clashed with mine. It felt natural, his lips were meant for mine and mine were meant for his. He gently pulled away, "Sorry Riley."
"No it's okay, I liked it." He grinned widely before grabbing my face again and connected his lips with mine. After what felt like the longest time, we both decided to pull away.
"We haven't changed a bit, have we?"
"Not at all, princess."
a/n: oh DAYUM this was all over the place. I'm still learning how to write kissing scenes so bare with me with these kissing scenes lol. anyyywayyys here's the second one shot. These are fun and stress free to make so I think I'll update this more than any other book(s) I have going on at the time. okay goodnight YALLZ.
