girl meets the secret to life | lucaya & riarkle

17. Girl Meets That Time.

Lucas Friar's POV

She opens the door, and slams it shut.
Leaving me outside in the cold, all by myself.

After taking a couple huge deep breaths, I open the door.

And the sight inside horrified me.

Toys and bowls and papers and just a mess..... the house was a complete bomb.

There were diapers and clothes thrown everywhere, and it smelled faintly of something sour.

Baby barf?

"Wow..." I say out loud. "It's a mess in here."

"You aren't to make any comments about the family," Someone says from a bit always.

Riley.

"Riley!"

"Don't you talk to her," Farkle snaps. "Not after what happened last time you two were together."

I groan. "Farkle..."

"Don't speak to us," He says. "We're leaving."

Riley picks up a sleepy child, I think his name was Arnold or something. Aaywyn, no.... Aaryn.

Farkle takes a little girl's hand, and the two leave. I think her name was Zoey.
I try to make them talk, but they just ignore me.

Urgh. What did I ever do?

I make my way slowly through the disgusting mess, and find Maya making tea for herself in the kitchen.

"Hey," I say.

"Don't wanna talk," She mutters.

"Maya-"

"Lucas, what do you want?" Maya snaps.

I feel a huge stab of sadness in my chest, she didn't call me Huckleberry. I've been waiting for that beautiful voice to call me nicknames again.

"Where are the kids?"

"Asleep," She says. "I suggest you go get some."

"But it's only 10."

"The screaming will wake you up in a few hours," She whispers as she brushes away from me.

"Screams?"

"Goodnight Lucas. Don't even think about disrupting my family."

"Our family."

She laughs her beautiful laugh as she walks upstairs.

And then I'm left alone.

I clear somethings off the couch and lay down. I'm actually pretty tired.

And then I let my eyes flutter shut, and my head is filled with dreams that consist the girl I love.

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A pained scream.

And then a blood curtling one.

And then sobs.

And it did not belong to a baby. It just couldn't have.

I jump off the couch, and slip on a toy truck.

"Crap," I mutter.

I slowly make my way up the stairs, and stop when I see Maya run into Isaac's room.

My poor little boy.

I can hear her shushing him, and him crying into her shoulder.

"Mommy," He cries. "They were here."