You know what I don’t want? I don’t want to go out for a while, and then break up, and not talk anymore. Isn’t that what people do? Isn’t that what happens next? I don’t understand that. I want to always be able to talk to you Lucas; I always want you in my life. And maybe the best way to do that is to be like brother and sister…
“Dammit.” Lucas sighed, sitting back in his chair with a thump.
Riley Matthews hated not knowing things. As the daughter of Topanga and Cory Matthews, she had been taught from a young age that knowledge was power, and not having all the facts meant turmoil and uncertainty and change. Nothing that she had experienced in her short young life had convinced her to change her opinion, and so she continued through her world, determined to learn everything she could and always have as much information as possible before charging into a situation. If there was nothing else Lucas had learned about the quirky brunette, he knew that despite her child-like way of viewing the world and her love of bunnies and sparkles, Riley Matthews also hated not being in control.
“Okay, so what do I do now?”
“What do you want from the girls?” Matt countered. “Specifically, what do you want from Riley? Do you want to venture into the realm of dating and relationships and change, even knowing that with high school coming up and you all growing up, there is the distinct possibility that you might grow apart? Or do you want to continue to play it safe and be her friend, and sit back and watch her continue to date other guys? You can’t have it both ways, Luke. Riley’s right about that much. Whatever the eventual outcome, once you blur the line between friends and something more, you can’t go back.”
Lucas sat back in his chair, his thoughts whirling. Matt had put into words what he had been feeling since that night in Texas by the campfire with Maya. But he wasn’t there, in New York; he didn’t know the girls personally like Lucas did.
“I guess I’ve got some more thinking to do.” He said.
“I’ll leave you to it then.” His brother replied. “Tell mom that I love her and I’ll be home soon; Pappy Joe wants me to come out to the ranch for the summer since we’ll be working with a skeleton crew. The regulars will stay, but there’s too many that will take off on circuit.” He paused, thinking. “I’ll try to time it for your graduation so that I can come out there for a few days before going to Texas.” He raised his brows. “I want to meet these two girls who have knocked my baby brother for a loop.”
Lucas scowled. “I knew I should’ve called Stacia.” Anastacia was their sister, older than Lucas by eight years, but younger than Matt by four.
“You know you love me. Bye, Small Fry.”