slightly nervous about posting this


a little riarkle oneshot, my first writing ever.  i am slightly nervous to post this as i don’t blog much about gmw, but i fell in love with this pairing and couldn’t help myself. @riarklefanfiction

based on the prompt, screw you!” 

high school was coming to a close.  abigail adams high school had done its job, and it was time for a new chapter in riley matthews’ life.  on this particular rainy friday night, one week before graduation, the brunette took some time to sit in the bay window by herself and reflect.  with some comfy pj pants on and a hot chocolate in hand, riley looked back on her high school career.

in the past four years, she had gotten taller, smarter, and stronger.  her friendships, especially with ms. maya peaches hart had never faltered.  of course there were boys, and stress, and more problems life threw their way, but maya truly was riley’s extraordinary relationship.  maya’s artistic endeavors inspired riley to pursue something near and dear to her heart, which was writing.  riley’s interest in literature and poetry grew along maya’s talent with a paint brush.  numerous weekends were spent exploring new york city and finding inspiration for each other’s work.  the boys in their lives often added to it as well.  

speaking of boys, one other best friend had been on riley’s mind as of late. from freshman to senior year, her turtleneck-loving, intuitive, loyal farkle minkus had stolen the young girl’s heart.  he grew up right in front of her eyes, and the days of looking down at him when he talked were long gone. farkle was riley’s constant.  he made her want to raise her level.  they studied together, discussed books and movies, and encouraged each other to do whatever they wanted to do.  through his own relationships, young love, and heartbreak, riley was at the genius’ side.  she offered him advice, supported him in his decisions, and never even attempted to tell the oblivious boy how she really felt.

riley couldn’t remember a life without farkle by her side, and going away to school without him or maya scared her to pieces.  maya was on her way to ucla and vowed to facetime and call her friends every chance she got. luckily farkle was only a train ride away, as the boy genius was on his way to princeton and riley was going to nyu.

caught up in her thoughts, riley didn’t hear a knock on the bay window.  the man of the hour was hunched over out in the cold, looking through her window with a confused smile on his face.  he knocked again, slightly louder this time. she reached over, careful not to tip over her hot chocolate, and unlocked the window.

“riley you never lock the bay window,” farkle said as he climbed into her room, one long leg after the other.  he was wearing dark skinny jeans, a black bomber jacket, and beanie, the usual farkle attire.

“sorry farkley-”

“you’ll never stop calling me that will you?”

“no sir i believe i won’t,” riley giggled. she had a nervous smile on her face, hair half-up in a messy bun.  the sparkle in her eyes didn’t distract farkle from the wetness of them, a small tear stain lining her right cheek.  she took a sip from her mug and looked away nervously as he stared.

“why was the window closed, riley?” trying not to press too much, farkle wanted to make sure his best friend was okay.  riley, his constant, his source of happiness, his peace of mind.  he hated to see her hurt.

“it’s nothing, farkle.  i just wanted to sit and think about high school, and how we’re all going off to college next year. one of my best friends isn’t going to be there with me every step of the way, and the other, well she’s going to be in a different time zone.  what am i going to do?” a small hiccup broke the last sentence she spoke, and her lips trembled just thinking about the distance there would be between her and the people she loved.

“riley you know i’ll always be there for you.  in the cold, in the middle of a really important lecture, when i’m half asleep and can’t say intelligible words.  call me.  text me.  i’ll be on the next train to nyc and i’ll be there for you.  i love you riley, always,” barely taking a breath, the first thought riley had was that this seemed almost rehearsed coming from the handsome intellectual sitting pressed against her side.  their legs were touching, and as she looked down, she realized they had intertwined their hands, pretzeled in a knot of silent and spoken promises.

“screw you farkle,” riley breathed, the seemingly snarky words coming out in a tone of joy and bewilderment.  farkle looked confused and taken aback by this statement he did not expect to hear from his best friend.


“screw you for being the best friend a girl could ever have, and screw you for being perfect, and kind, and handsome, and considerate, and everything i could ever want in a person,” riley felt her courage growing, as she looked into farkle’s shocked ocean blue eyes.

“riley, what are you-?”

“farkle i thought i could hold this in until my dying day, or at least until we got through college, but i love you.  i love you so much it hurts.  you’re what i was thinking about when i looked back on our high school years.  you never gave up on me, except that one time with the seniors when we were freshmen and that, umm well actually we don’t talk about that,” their shared giggles, his of embarrassment, and hers of nostalgia at that awkward ninth grade memory, softened the tension that filled the air from her declaration.

“-and i realized that you were it for me farkle.  i saw how you treated isadora, a gentleman throughout your entire relationship, even when she realized she couldn’t give you what you gave her.  i saw the respect and love you showed the girlfriends you had after her.  i leaned on you in my own episodes of love and heartache, from my young and confusing escapades with lucas, to the boys i let play with my heart after that, and you were always there for me.  lucas and zay and smackle and maya are all my best friends too, but you kept me sane.  farkle i’m sorry i waited so long to tell you but the time was never right and-”

boy-genius finally interrupted her monologue, observing how it seemed as rehearsed as his earlier speech.

“riley stop.  i know you start to ramble when you get nervous so i think i should talk now if that’s alright,”  he looked in her warm brown eyes for confirmation and the girl, nervously shaking, nodded her head, a blush rising to her cheeks.

“riley i’ve loved you since the first grade.  i never stopped loving you.  of course that love has evolved and changed over the years, but it’s always been there.  i’m in love with you, and i’m pretty sure i always will be. i kind of wish you’d told me sooner, but we have all summer, and then i know we’ll be able to handle college, because well, it’s us.  it’s always been us.  i want you to know that i couldn’t picture a life without you in it and i feel the same way,” his eyes slowly drifted up to her beautiful face, and a huge, real, “riley is very happy smile” was on display, pearly whites and all.  he noticed that riley had carefully set her hot chocolate down, and before she could see the blush that was overtaking his whole face, she jumped onto him and their lips met.  they clumsily fell to the floor, laughs and smiles exchanged between kisses.  

“i wonder how long maya’s been waiting to say, ‘i told you so’ to me,” riley blurted out, an embarrassed grin flashing across her face. she had fallen on top of him, her arms around his torso, her legs tangled with his, and she hadn’t felt this full of glee in years.

“i bet the whole gang saw this coming years before either of us did,” farkle chuckled, and then the two went back to making out and all thoughts of the future and “i told you so’s” were pushed to the back of their minds.