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I already feel bad enough. Come with me? That way it gives me a valid excuse not to go. She was cute and I kinda think people would rather hang out with dork Riley than downer Riley. Riley hated vodka. The heat and the burning going down her throat and sloshing around in her stomach.

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She jumped fearlessly from the swing, landing in a tumble of limbs as she hit the wood chips. But she had sat up with a large smile and a booming laugh, confusing the boy with knitted eyebrows.

The boy stood bewildered, watching the girl with a sparkling gaze, admiring her as she kept laughing and smiling, even as he noticed the skin on her knees ripped from the impact of her body on the ground. When she stopped spinning she stared at the boy, tilting her head to the right as she surveyed him, taking in his bowl-cut haircut and his turtlenecks and jeans. Indeed they were, her bright orange, floral dress matched his favorite orange turtleneck. Before the boy could respond the teacher blew the whistle, a signal for the kids to run back inside for a nap.

The boy waited for the girl to make the first move. He was sure that with her bubbly personality she would take off without a single glance at him.

Instead, she swung her arms and held them behind her, watching the boy and waiting for him instead. And he nodded, letting out a smile of his own. She nodded with pride and only moved when she was sure that he was coming with her. When they got inside, they were ushered to their blankets and lay down peacefully on the opposite sides of the room.

When the boy fell asleep, he watched as the girl traced stars on the bare ceilings of their first grade classroom. And when he woke up, he found his hand clutched by that same girl, right next to him on the same blanket as before, but moved so that they were together. Her long brown hair, still tangled, but shining with a light that was all her own.

He squeezed a little tighter on her hand, taking comfort in her warmth. He froze for a bit when she had sighed and turned to lie on her back, but he was surprised to feel her squeeze back without ever waking up. His father was surprised to see his son in this position. Even more surprised to learn that the girl was a Matthews. He smirked when her father walked over, tailored jacket and all, and stuttered out incoherent words. The girl rubbed her eyes with the non-connected hand, and fell back onto her pillow with a stubborn look, refusing to move from where she was unless the boy moved with her.

But she was awake, and she muttered to herself as she waited for the nameless boy to let his eyes open. The boy with a bowl-cut did the same thing as she did. He rubbed his eyes with his non-connected hand, not daring to stop holding the hand of the brunette. For the first time that day, the boy spoke to her. With an excitement that could only be compared to a kid in a candy shop, Riley nodded. But the feeling is still the same.

As she slides down hills and turns sharp corners, Riley revels in the feeling of the sharp, autumn wind on her cheeks and in her short brown hair. His heart stops every time that she falls on the ground, picturing the time that she had done so in first grade.

Together, the three of them laugh and smile and make piles of leaves in the middle of the park. They lie there on their backs, letting the leaves cling to their shirts and letting their hair get messed up from the dirt.

Each of them let out a smile when Riley grabs both of their hands, taking them in own her soft non-calloused hands. Sometimes, Maya will grimace at the contact, but only teasingly.

They all know that Farkle and Riley are as close as a family that Maya thinks she will ever get. Whenever she does, Farkle and Riley look at each other before jumping on the blonde, tickling her until she admits that she loves them. Then they hope on their bikes and lace up their blades and are off. Gliding through the park until they find their own place to start over again. She breaks out into a sprint. Her tights ripped and the paint on her once perfectly, pristine roller blades, scratched off.

She lifts his head from the ground as he groans in pain. She pulls him up and wraps and arm around his waist, and he clings to her just as much as she clings to him. They walk home like that. Maya with Farkle and her bike in hand, Riley with her blades slung over her shoulder, slipping every few minutes.

A family. She takes her body, and shifts it so that her head fits in the crook of his neck. And they fit so well. She falls asleep tracing the stars on backs of her eyelids and he falls asleep watching her. He knows that he loves these two girls with all the love he can possibly muster. But he looks at the brunette and thinks maybe he loves her more. But when they do, they come quick, fast, like bullets. She hugs him after every debate.

Especially not her. But when he is told that he is a nothing. He crashes. And he burns. And that favorite orange turtleneck that he has coveted since he had met her, goes into a box in the closet.

Forgotten for a week. When she finds him this time, he can only see disappointment written on her face. He only sees disappointment. And he only sees her. Everything is her. But she is quick to judge. But he looks at her when he tells her this. She looks back at him, and spots somewhere the same boy she met on the playground. So she walks over to him and lays a hand on his shoulder. He tenses. She lays her hand softly on his shoulder and she can feel every single one of his muscles tense with fear.

But then he sinks into her touch. He leans into her as he talks to everyone else. She squeezes his shoulder gently and she can see him moving just a bit so that he can at least get closer. Her touch just does that. He lays a hand on her back when she needs it most. She flips him over and Farkle lays a hand on her back. She tenses. And she wants to hug him, to lay a hand on his back too.

But he keeps his hand on her back, and he presses it to her a bit. And she leans in with a desperation for both him and the boy on the ground. When it leaves his spot on her back, it feels cold. He figures her out pretty quickly in the days that follow. He watches with concerned gazes as she pushes her feelings down like Maya has done and he observes as she swallows her desires for her friend. But he sees the cracks first. He sees the dull gold of her interior shine through as she tries to compose herself and tell him to stop prying into her business.

She nestles herself into his chest and he almost crumbles at her trembles. And he struggles to not kiss her forehead or wipe away the tears with the pads of his thumb. Perched in branches watching protectively over her friends as they throw snowballs at each other and make snow angels in the bitter air. She laughs as she watches Maya tackle Lucas and Zay and Farkle join them creating a dog pile.

With her phone, she stumbles a bit in the process, she takes a picture, reminding herself to print this out for each of them. That sometimes people fall to the wayside. She spots him and smiles, her teeth matching the color of snow. He scrambles to the top, a flail of fast limbs to meet her.

The girl on the playground who flew through the air as he watched and only wanted to be the one to catch her. She turned to him, her brown hair now short.

She had cut it in junior year after a particularly rough time. He was the first one to tell her he loved it, she believed him. He turned to face her and watched as she held her hand up, her palm facing him. She stretched her fingers so that there were spaces in between and waited for Farkle to fill them. He met her fingers, aligning them with hers so that the spaces matched. His hands were bigger, more calloused, colder. They covered the tips of her fingers from his side so he could only see his hand, so he shifted.

Girl Meets the Bay Window/Transcript

No editing, so lmk about glaring errors. She glanced up at the clock. Three thirty. Riley shut the door behind her with a quiet click. They had to be in here somewhere.

Lucas sat on her fire escape, his phone in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other. He was never one to drink, but sometimes it helps him to forget her even though he said he never would; Tonight was different somehow. Something about the bitter taste of whiskey only made him think of her more.

So that's what this oneshot is inspired by. I love having Rucas parallel Corpanga. Topanga had surprisingly taken the offer and uprooted her kids from the only place they've ever known. Lucas wasn't taking it well.

She jumped fearlessly from the swing, landing in a tumble of limbs as she hit the wood chips. But she had sat up with a large smile and a booming laugh, confusing the boy with knitted eyebrows. The boy stood bewildered, watching the girl with a sparkling gaze, admiring her as she kept laughing and smiling, even as he noticed the skin on her knees ripped from the impact of her body on the ground. When she stopped spinning she stared at the boy, tilting her head to the right as she surveyed him, taking in his bowl-cut haircut and his turtlenecks and jeans. Indeed they were, her bright orange, floral dress matched his favorite orange turtleneck. Before the boy could respond the teacher blew the whistle, a signal for the kids to run back inside for a nap. The boy waited for the girl to make the first move. He was sure that with her bubbly personality she would take off without a single glance at him. Instead, she swung her arms and held them behind her, watching the boy and waiting for him instead.

He was waiting for her to wake up. Waiting for her to smile again. He was waiting. Waiting for the tears to dry. Waiting for the feeling of remorse to go away.

Getting off the plane, I want to turn around and go back home.

The series centers around the life of Riley and her friends and family, particularly their school life, in which her father Cory Matthews is their history teacher. Riley shares a strong relationship with her best friend Maya Hart, who assists her in learning to cope with the social and personal issues of adolescence. Several Boy Meets World cast members reprise their roles in the series. At the start of the series, Riley is 12 years old and in seventh grade.

The following is the transcript for Girl Meets the Bay Window :. Transcribed by Wc Fandom may earn an affiliate commission on sales made from links on this page.

So, this is a new fandom for me, but here I am This show has made me more confident in myself and stuff. Topanga smiled sadly at her family siting down in her shop. They all looked at her anxiously. Riley held onto Maya, trying to hold in the tears rimming in her eyes. London is also a fantastic place with new places to explore.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to the fandom -only the plot, some places and some original characters that I use. I'm from England so some of the things related to America is pure guess work on how I think things -like travelling- are done in the US. Nothing has been the same since Texas. We have all tried to, I guess, to be normal with each other. I wonder if I was just being delusional into thinking that we can stay the same when I and Peaches love the same guy, but I would never have guessed that we would have changed so much in so little time. I hardly spend any time with Lucas, Maya, Farkle or anybody really.

Aug 13, - Farkle held Maya there as they waited for something on Riley to keep -Maya and lucas move in together too cuz lucas is going to vet school 30 min away Girl Meets World is currently the third highest rated OVERALL TV.

While we've done our best to make the core functionality of this site accessible without javascript, it will work better with it enabled. Please consider turning it on! Remember Me. The gang is in college together. They've gone through a whole lot, but college is different.

Смит бросил взгляд через плечо. - Сэр… видите ли, он у. - Что значит у вас? - крикнул директор.

Стратмор подождет минуту-другую. Полуслепой, он направился в туалетную комнату. Смутные очертания тележки все еще виднелись у двери в мужской туалет, поэтому Беккер снова подошел к дамской комнате. Ему показалось, что внутри звучали какие-то голоса.

Мне не нужно напоминать. Через тридцать секунд она уже сидела за его столом и изучала отчет шифровалки.

Для урана используется ружейный детонатор, для плутония нужен взрыв. Это не числа, такие различия нас не касаются. - Работайте, - поторопил Фонтейн. На ВР последняя стена стала уже тоньше яичной скорлупы.

 - Кто знает, какая разница между этими элементами. На лицах тех застыло недоумение. - Давайте же, ребята. -сказал Джабба.  - Вы же учились в колледжах. Ну, кто-нибудь.

Он многое знал об искусстве ведения переговоров: тот, кто обладает властью, должен спокойно сидеть и не вскакивать с места. Он надеялся, что она сядет. Но она этого не сделала.

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