Only You | 4
Overview: It’s junior year and Riley’s best friend develops a crush on her first love, Lucas. Not wanting to stand in between them she lies and says she’s okay with them being together. As it turns out, Lucas has an older trouble making brother that none of his friends knew about. One that just so happens to take an interest in Riley.
Author’s Notes: In this AU, the triangle never happened and Farkle never outed Riley’s feelings. [Italics indicate flashbacks.]
Previous Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3
Chapter Three: “Weekend.”
Word Count: 4,271
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After lying to her parents, Riley immediately puts her attention towards her closet. Looking down at her outfit she decides it won’t work for whatever was going to happen tonight. Of course she didn’t actually have even the slightest bit of clue as to what would happen or what she and Jackson were going to get into but looking down at her floral skirt and wool top she knew she had to change.
She rummages through her things, finally deciding on the plainest thing she has. A long sleeve black shirt and ripped jeans. Her mind is already running wild with possibilities by the time she decides what shoes to go with. In the end she opts for her converse and as she’s pulling them on she hears a tap at her window.
In the three months she’s known Jackson he’s never once climbed her fire escape or crawled through her window so instantly she freezes, thinking it’s one of her friends. She slowly turns her head and lets out a breath of relief when she sees that it is in fact Jackson, crouched down on the other side of her window with a sly smirk on his face.
She walks over and slides it open, stepping to the side for him to come in while she looks for a jacket. Jackson looks around, not bothering to hide the amused look on his face. This was his first time in Riley’s room and it’s exactly what he thought it would be like: full of light, just like her.
“I’m guessing the ‘rents aren’t home considering you’re letting me come inside.” He coos, picking up one of her framed pictures of her and her brother from her nightstand table. Riley smiles at him, pulling on her denim jacket that’s lined with fur on the inside. “Good guess.” She teases, grabbing her house keys and phone before walking back over to her window. “Come on, Country Boy.”