The characters are older (late teenage years)!
Disclaimer: I do not own Girl Meets World.
His Imagination
He shouldn't be feeling this way, but he does.
Once he realized it, everything changed.
He tried to deny it and convince himself that it wasn't possible. It couldn't be.
He would try to convince himself that the way she flipped her golden hair didn't make his heart beat, and that he didn't fall deeper and deeper into her eyes that shone the bluest blue. He tried to ignore her red lips as they sassed and smirked and smiled (which was definitely not hypnotizing or beautiful at all.) He wanted to focus on the brunette with the pure eyes, not the blonde with the peach scent and rebellious glint in her sea-colored orbs.
He wanted to fall for the clumsy girl, not the one with the tough exterior and a warm heart.
He wanted the one with the perfect life, not the broken one who's trying to desperately put the pieces back together on her own.
He wanted the one who would smile sheepishly in his presence, not the one who would frown with every retort he made.
It shouldn't feel uncomfortable to be kissing the clumsy girl with the perfect life and the sheepish smile. It shouldn't feel like there's a knife just waiting to stab him when he tells her he loves her, which he does. He loves her. He loves her. He loves her.
Lucas Friar loves Riley Matthews.
Lucas Friar loves Riley Matthews.
Lucas Friar loves Riley Matthews.
Why does it feel so foreign to say it?
It's not a lie.
It can't be a lie.
He has to like Riley. He has to be with Riley. He has to love Riley and kiss her at every possible moment and hug her and embrace her. He has to be Mr. Perfect.
He shouldn't feel like he's being chained and restrained every time she smiles at him with those big doe eyes. He shouldn't imagine a back, graced with the sun-colored golden hair, when he embraces the brunette. He shouldn't be imagining those eyes with that ocean blue color, which captured the sky all at once and danced with life as if it was fire and twinkled like the night sky, whenever he saw those brown eyes filled with love for him.
He shouldn't feel so alive around the blonde; he shouldn't be feeling so adventurous, as if he was going to take on the world - his heart beating fast, with a smile so wide and flushed cheeks. A surge of fun and excitement and anticipation all at once. His laughter, his sarcastic remarks. Her agitated grunt, her angry stomps.
He shouldn't be thinking that maybe, just maybe, she felt restrained when looking at the brunette's brown eyes. He shouldn't be thinking that there was a chance that the girl with the curly honey locks that seemed to have stolen a halo's shine (how ironic) wanted him to hold her small, fragile little hands, pull her close to him and lock her in an embrace, with his lips softly kissing her daffodil-colored hair as the smell of peaches and paint envelopes him, as he feels her grip on the back of his jacket, hearing her faint and soft giggles as she listens to his elevated heartbeat.
He shouldn't be thinking how her soft, red lips would have felt against his. As it gradually goes from being small and gentle pecks to passionate and rough. His tongue searching for every part of the inside of her mouth as her hands wrap around him, going under his shirt, unbuckling his belt, attempting to tear off everything. Feeling her teeth against his as they smile and laugh, her fingers running through his walnut-colored hair, both of his hands caressing her cheeks.
He shouldn't be imagining having slow dances with her; the feeling of her small fingers intertwined with his as they take every step together in sync and filled with grace. Her angelic giggles and everlasting beauty as she stares directly into his green orbs. Laughter and symphonies surrounding them, her body so close to his, her smile widening with every step, his love growing greater and greater with every look. His forehead gently kissing the top of hers as they continue swaying and laughing and talking. Her heels failing every now and then, resulting in him grabbing her waist as he pulls her up and calls her a short stack of pancakes, while she snorts and calls him a huckleberry.
He shouldn't be imagining feeling her soft body, his hand trailing down every curve, every inch. Her feeling his breaths as he plants his lips on her neck, her navel, her lips. Their intertwined hands as they look into each others eyes and see the world. Their lips curved as they giggle. Their hands and fingers exploring as if on an adventure.
He shouldn't be imagining always being there for her, lending his shoulder as tears drips and soft moans and sniffles are heard. Her body's warmth as she presses on him, his lips pressed on the crown of her head and the smell of peaches completely envelops him. He caresses her, wiping a tear away as he leans closer to her and she closes those beautiful blue eyes. When they fall apart and she opens them, he can see the fire dancing and the sparks flying. A small smile gracing her lips when she snorts and calls him Sundance. Proudness welling inside of him as he realizes his ability to always make her smile.
He shouldn't be imagining her, in his oversized white flannel laying on his lap as his fingers play with the golden curls. A giggle would grace upon her pink lips as he continues looking at her as if she was everything good all at once. He would lean towards her and softly lay his lips on hers. Once they break apart, he would hear her cherubic laugh as her small, soft hands caress his cheeks, leading him to her once more. Every kiss, every touch between them would bring sparks and laughter and pure bliss.
He shouldn't be feeling so content and satisfied just by talking to her, listening to her voice, taking note of every fluctuating sound coming out of her lips. Every word and every sentence being graced by those rose-colored lips. Her eyes shimmering with excitement or rebellion or amusement. Every movement she makes while explaining, every time her eyes changed color and gained a new glint, every time a new feeling - a new world - comes flowing out of her and into the world. His lips curving just by listening to her voice as if it was an angel's lullaby. He shouldn't be looking forward to talking to her about his days, about all stupid and trivial matters, about whatever goes on in the world. He shouldn't be looking forward to hearing her voice as she laughs and giggles and chuckles and grunts and moans and sighs and sasses and retorts and demands and interrupts and sings and teases and brags and jokes and taunts and objects and rebels. He shouldn't be remembering every word ever spoken by her and he shouldn't be focusing all of his attention on her and her movements and her stories that brought him closer to her world.
He shouldn't feel this much guilt and torture.
He shouldn't have realized any emotion towards the blonde female other than fraternity.
He shouldn't feel like the short stacks of pancakes should be his short stack of pancakes.
He shouldn't be hating himself so much for feeling this way towards someone. Wasn't this supposed to be a pure and cherished feeling?
Why is it so destructive?
He shouldn't want to be with her right this moment and tell her everything. Tell her his thoughts, his imagination, his feelings. How she felt, what she thought, why they aren't together when they should be.
He shouldn't be wishing that someway, somehow, the beautiful and perfectly broken Maya Hart would ignore the brunette's feelings and just walk over to him and kiss him as if they've been in love for one another for years.
He shouldn't be thinking about another person while talking and embracing Riley Matthews.
He shouldn't be thinking about breaking up with Riley Matthews.
He shouldn't be loving Maya Hart.
But he does.
No matter how many times he tries to ignore it, or deny it, or pretend that it doesn't exist, the fact remains that he, Lucas Friar, is in love with Maya Hart.
He wants to be with her always, looking at the stars together while talking about their future.
But reality isn't going to be friendly.
He knows that he's going to have to wait.
Wait until Riley Matthews moves on completely.
Simply having her blessing isn't going to be enough.
Hell, he isn't even sure if she would even accept being with her best friend's ex.
But he's in it for the long game.