Lucas tried to listen to Topanga’s advice. He truly, honestly did. And for a couple of days, it worked. Things returned back to normal briefly, and he was distracted by the increased school work load as the holidays and end of the quarter grew closer. Time also gave Lucas a bit of perspective and distance on the whole Riley/Maya situation, and how he was going to deal with it going forward.
Riley Matthews was exactly like her father in too many ways to count. It was also only fitting that her best friend Maya was a carbon copy of Shawn Hunter, also Cory’s best friend. And while Stuart Minkus hadn’t remained in Cory and Shawn’s lives for very long, his son Farkle was determined to be much more than a supporting role in the girls’ lives.
“Lucas,” she began slowly, which made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. In the three years he had known her, Maya had only called him by his first name maybe three times. “I don’t think we should tell Riley yet that we got things figured out.”
“What? Maya—“he sputtered, jumping up to face her.
“Hear me out first!” She implored,
Lucas showed up after about fifteen minutes, sandy blonde hair sparkling with raindrops and his eyes wary as entered the cafe. Maya was already there, sipping from her coffee as she chatted with the barista behind the counter. She hadn’t noticed him yet, which gave him a few minutes to observe her.
There was no doubt that she was beautiful – long, wavy golden blonde hair,