Hi Everyone! Welcome to my new story called Reunited! I hope you like it. Give it a chance.

Riley's POV

Here I was. New York. It's been a while since I've been here. I remember the last time I was here. I had the most amazing best friend, Maya Hart. A troublesome uncle, Josh Matthews. The craziest best friends Zay, and Farkle, and last but not least the person who made life worth it. Lucas Friar, my boyfriend. Well, ex-boyfriend now. Now it's different. I'm no longer dating that quarterback from high school. I no longer have those daring best friends. I'm no longer close with that mysterious blonde. I'm here, not to stay, but to visit. Maya and Josh were getting married. It was hard to wrap around my head but it's happening.

I walked into my old home. Looks exactly the same as it did when I left for Canada. I walked into my old bedroom and put my suitcases down. Pink. That's all I saw. I was no longer that sunshine girl that everyone called me back in high school. I'm not dark either, I just grew up. Sometimes I wish I were, I could see the world a lot more different than I do today, but as of right now I don't think that Riley is coming back. I sat on my bed to take a breath. To take in everything that was happening right now. My uncle and my ex-best friend were getting married. I hadn't talked to them for years. Only my uncle. I couldn't talk to any of my old friends after I left for Canada. I couldn't do a long distance relationship with Lucas. It didn't feel right. The bond wasn't as strong. So instead of suffering from the pain of not being close with my friends anymore I just stopped talking to them. The hardest thing I have ever done. I regret it. I cut off all communication with them. When my parent's talked about them I told them I didn't want to know about their lives. I was afraid of being sad because I wasn't there to celebrate with them. When I talked to Josh over the phone, he told me he had something important to tell me. Of course, I told him not to say anything. Not to bring up Maya, Lucas, Zay, Farkle any of them. But he told me it was urgent, and that I would want to know. He proposed to Maya, and that in a couple of months me, my parents and my younger brother were coming out there to help them plan the wedding. Maya didn't want me to come. Lucas didn't want me to come. Farkle, and Zay were the only people with calm reactions. But I dont blame Lucas and Maya. I cut them out of my life. I hurt them. Now I'm here. And after I'm done packing I'm going to see them. I'm going to see Maya. I'm going to see Lucas.

I went back into the living room as I got the huge box with my mirror in it. I needed it. As of right now the way I look matters to me. It's been years since they saw me. The first impression matters. I put the mirror against the wall by the closet and then went fishing for clothes to wear. I looked at my hair. Greasy. Everything looked greasy. I had been sweating the whole plane ride. Not because I'm also afraid of heights but because I was afraid of seeing them again. I went into the bathroom and started running the hot water. Then I walked back into my room, grabbed my favorite shampoo and body wash and put them aside the tub. Now it was time for the outfit. It was hot as hell in New York. It's July. The summer time. I needed a summer outfit. There were two options. A summer dress or a crop top and booty shorts. The last time they saw me I always wore dresses. I want them to know I'm a different person now. I picked up the grey halter crop top with the denim booty shorts. I decided to top it off with some black vans.

Perfect, I said to myself. But then I wondered again, who was I trying to impress? It wasn't hard to think about it. It was Lucas. Every time I think of his name I get sick. I feel as if someone punched me in the stomach and as if there's a huge ball stuck in my throat. It's been almost 5 years and he still makes me nervous. I'm going to be here for the next 6 months. I need to get used to hearing his name and seeing him. I folded my clothes and put them neatly on the bed then got in the tub. After that, I slipped on my clothes and blow dried my hair. I wanted to curl my hair to make sure everything was perfect but then again I knew the extreme heat was going to mess it up so I left it alone.

"Riley! Time to go!" I heard my mom call from the living room. I took another check in the mirror. I put on some mascara and red lipstick. Now it was time to go.

"Here I am." I walked into the living room to greet my family. Topanga, my mother was the reason why I moved. She had a huge job opportunity she couldn't give up. I had just graduated from high school. I was 18 so I had to opportunity to stay in New York by myself or go and live with my parents. I decided to stay with my family. I had just turned an adult but that doesn't mean I felt like one. I knew how much I needed my family even if that meant leaving Lucas. I am now 22 years old. I just graduated from college. Auggie, my brother was now in Middle School. He's growing up fast.

"Um…" Cory, my father looked me up and down in disgust. I don't usually wear things like this so I know how he feels.

"Really Riley? That's not appropriate right now we're about to go visit Maya and Josh."

"Mom, it's like 90 degrees outside and yes we're just visiting Maya and Josh. They dont care about how I dress. Maya's dresses the same as well." I crossed my arms.

"What the hell." Auggie came into the living room looking me up and down as well.

"I know right," Cory added.

"Auggie! What did I tell you? Watch your mouth!" Topanga scolded, "and Cory. What did I tell you? Stop ignoring it when he says such foul language."

"I'm sorry I'm sorry. I'm just as shook about what Riley is wearing,"

"Look. I'm 22. I can wear whatever I want. Can we just leave?" I was in a rush to get there. I didn't want to be there. I didn't want to face them all at the same time but standing here thinking about it which was making me sick was worse than actually facing them.

"Whatever. Let's go." Topanga grabbed her keys. We walked outside and got into the car. We finally pulled off. I felt sick to my stomach. I wanted to throw up. I wanted to turn around now. I wanted to go back to Canada. I didn't want to face my problems. The whole car ride I didn't say anything. I heard my mom and dad talking about how excited they were to see Josh's and Maya's new house and how excited they were to see my friends and how they turned into adults. My thoughts were panic until we stopped.

"We're here!" Topanga smiled as she got out of the car. Followed by Cory and Auggie. I stayed in the car. I looked outside the window. This was their house. They lived together. Then I saw a familiar car. And that's when I knew we were here. The Black Drop Top Mercedes Benz. Lucas's car. I remember that car like I was in it yesterday. The car he picked me up in every day to drive me to school. The car he took me to dates in. The car we spent long minutes making out in. The car he took me to prom in. It looked new and glossy. Like it always did. I remember he used to take it to get it washed every weekend. I remember everything. I bet he still does.

"Riley come on!" My mother yelled at me.

I stepped out the car, and as soon as that happened Josh came outside. This was it.