#smarkle fanfiction

[kingkatara]

Girl Meets Waitress: Opening Up

Disclaimer: I don’t own Waitress. I don’t own Girl Meets World. This is a fanfiction written just funsies.

Looking around, seeing the same things every day brings

          Maya woke up to darkness every morning. Her eyes peeled open after a mere six hours of sleep and were met with nothing. For a split second, there was only darkness in front of her, around her, within her. It was then that she and the world had their daily battle of wills, the war over who would break the stillness first and stir the other into motion. And always it was Maya who surrendered. Her eyes would adjust to the low light and a hot puff of breath would warm her face, still partly under the covers to avoid that first shiver of a New York morning that was always chilly no matter the season. She sat up in bed and surveyed the smoking battlefield of her bedroom, taking in her losses from the night before and wondering which of them would show on her face for the rest of the day. Beside her, the world’s weapon lay dormant, harmless unless she were to challenge the demands for peace. If she came quietly as the world beckoned her, he would slumber on. She didn’t look at him as she swung her legs over the bed and tapped her toes against the smooth hardwood floor beneath her. Her white flag of surrender was the tug on the long curtains that shielded the sunlight from shining into the apartment through the wide window on her side of the bed. This was her cry out into the world that she would not fight. And then the day would begin.

           Wake up, use the toilet, brush the teeth, comb the hair. Put the hair up. Makeup over the dark circles and fading yellow-green lump above the eyebrow. Panties, bra, uniform. Socks, then shoes. Purse. Nametag out of the purse and on the uniform. Every day, the routine was the same. There was ease to it, but it would be a lie not to admit that it was also repetitive. She didn’t know what her life was supposed to be like, but she couldn’t help feeling that it wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was as though there was some missing ingredient that she had long ago forgotten to include in the recipe, which always left the dish edible, but unsatisfying. A ritual she had not shared with anyone in the six years of living in her Lower East Side apartment was that the last thing she did before giving in to the reality of her life was standing at her window and waiting for the first rays of light to peek over the buildings in her neighborhood. She never watched the sun fully rise up into the sky. She simply waited for it to appear and then raced it to work. She never won.

           The ride across town on the subway would have been daunting at best for a tourist, but for a born New Yorker like Maya, the odd little scenes playing out right before her eyes, even as early as six in the morning, were just as natural to the routine as tying her shoelaces. On the way to work, swaying gently along with the subway car, Maya would pull out her sketchbook (which wasn’t a sketchbook at all, but a pathetic server’s pad on which she took down her orders) and mimic the likeness of what she saw and sometimes, on her lowest days, what she felt. Today, there was a particularly amusing picture of an eccentric woman with some sort of hat, though Maya couldn’t quite bring herself to call it that. It was tall, a violent shade of purple, and topped with hot pink feathers. These feathers were of great interest to a small little girl, whose mother, wearing the scrubs of a nurse, was snoozing against the window of the subway car. The little girl was standing up on her seat, using the handrail for balance, and blowing on the feathers of the woman’s hat. The woman gave no indication of noticing this invasion of personal space and was instead muttering to herself about some sort of building with her name on it. The two of them were immediately transcribed into her notepad in short, quick lines of ink.

           From the subway, she made her way through the streets of the Lower East Side, weaving in and out of passerby with an expression that was as equally bored as it was underground. She didn’t look up at anyone and instead chose to keep her eyes down on her white sneakers. The less she looked open to communication or interest, the greater chance she had of making it to work having avoided any unwanted attention—because yes, some men really were in the mood before seven in the morning. Then finally, there was the diner. Where her life played out day by day, where the routine really began and always finished; the diner was more of a home to her than her own apartment, which, of course, wasn’t really hers at all. But the diner? It was the closest thing to belonging that she felt since being held in the arms of her mother so many years ago. She entered through the door in the back of the building that led to the kitchen.

           “Is it a woman thing?”

           “Excuse me?”

           “The being late. Every damn day. Is it a woman thing?”

           “Oh, shove it up your—”

           “Good morning! Who’s ready to start the day?”

           Of course, no home was complete without its inhabitants. Maya supposed she could have had it much worse when it came down to the universe selecting her partners for this life thing. She didn’t hate the people she worked with every day and she guessed that they didn’t hate her either. With that being said, however…These partners were no picnic either.

           There was Zay Babineaux, the cook. All Maya knew about him was that he was from a small town in Texas and he came to New York when he was a teenager. He still had a slight drawl to his snarky voice, the stubborn southern streak within him that refused to be beaten down by the hustle and bustle of the north. He never offered any detail into his personal life, like why he chose to be a cook or how he ended up at the diner, and Maya never asked. When he wasn’t flipping pancakes on the griddle, he could be found grumbling to anyone who would listen (and that was exactly no one) about how nothing in his life made sense and why women were the reason for that. Though he was technically her boss, he and Maya had an ongoing feud over who should be giving who orders within the unhallowed walls of their place of employment.

           Riley Lawrence was a young woman of thirty who was made up of sunshine and daisies. She married her high school sweetheart right on the heels of graduation and went to NYU for a degree in political science. A year into law school, she dropped out to start working at the diner in order to care for her husband, Charlie, who had suffered severe brain injuries in a freak bus accident. Though all of her dreams were now wasted, she still smiled like sunshine in the rain and danced like a daisy in the wind. It was for Riley’s sake that squabbles between Maya and Zay were quickly put to bed—neither of them had the gumption to disappoint a soul like Riley’s, who had endured so much already and never uttered a single complaint.

           “Me. Thirty minutes ago. Why are you women always late?”

           “Perhaps it’s because we know you can’t afford to fire us.” The newest addition to their band of misfits was Isadora, who for some reason allowed them all to address her by her ridiculous surname: Smackle. Even her nametag introduced her as such to the customers. She was a twenty-three year old grad student living the dream that Riley had once chased and for that reason, Maya and Zay tolerated her. It wasn’t that she wasn’t likable; she was nice enough. It was just that Maya had never met anyone who was more tightly wound. Smackle had a particular way of doing things and though the diner had never been cleaner, more organized, and more efficient than when Zay took her on, Maya simply didn’t appreciate changing her way of doing things just to fit Smackle’s compulsive need for order.

           “Actually, I can. I don’t own the place. I just run it. I wouldn’t lose anything but the weight of carrying this business if I had it my way and kicked you three to the—"

           “Business? It’s a diner. And it didn’t miss us for the fifteen minutes that we were late. But it will miss us for thirty if you keep us from actually doing our jobs with your whining.”

           “Alright, you know what? Get out of my kitchen. Get out.”

           Snickering, Maya led Riley and Smackle through the swinging door that led into the dining area. Though Riley sighed unhappily as they left Zay to his dramatics, the girls easily fell into their habitual duties for opening up. Riley got to work on the register, counting bills and setting up the front desk. Smackle wiped down each table and sorted the condiments in whatever order made sense to her otherworldly brain. Maya got to work on the pastry display case. The first thing she did every shift was rearrange it so she could display her creation of the day, which was dreamt up sometime before going to bed every night and arriving at work each morning. What made all the elbow grease she put into the job worthwhile was found underneath the diner in its basement: the bakery. Each dessert, particularly the pies, was made from the imagination of her mother. Every dressing coating its recipe, particularly the cakes, was designed from Maya’s. Serving the sacred combination to the diner’s patrons, who had no idea that they were seeing into the very essence of her being with every bite, was the most gratifying thing Maya got to experience in a montage of diner meals that left her secretly hungry for something more. In another life, perhaps Maya would have liked to be an artist. But she was living in this life and if she couldn’t be that, she supposed being a waitress that got to bake the cakes was the next best thing.

           “What’s the special today?”

           Maya’s fingers twitched towards her apron’s pocket where the sketch of her subway ride lived frozen in time between the pages of her server’s pad. She was planning on using it as inspiration for some kind of cake resembling that crazy old woman’s hat, but Riley’s hopeful expression was especially sweet this morning. Her brows lifted in the direction of her hairline ever so slightly, creating the barest traces of wrinkles that were not yet etched into the still youthful skin across her forehead. Her lips parted in a preciously premature smile of delight. Maya never wanted Riley to know the harsh truth that she did, that hope was for suckers, and so she never let Zay put Riley’s pie on the menu even though it was continuously requested by the regulars. As long as it wasn’t on the menu, Riley still got to hope every morning, for just a minute or two, that that would be the day that her pie was the special of the day.

         “Why, Aren’t You a Peach Polka-Dot Peach Pie, of course.” Maya painted on an indulgent smile and admired how Riley beamed sunlight at her.

         “Peaches, you shouldn’t!”

         “Too late, I already did. Today’s a good day to serve everyone a little Riley, I think. I know I could use a little of whatever it is you got.”

         “Well, I’m happy to share.”

         “Go check the stock downstairs and make sure we have enough kosher salt. We were running a little low the last I checked and I don’t think Zay is ordering new stock until tomorrow.” Riley abandoned the hostess station where she was organizing the trio’s sections as if they ever changed and raced downstairs into Maya’s sanctuary.

         “When am I going to get a pie made for me, Maya?” Smackle asked without accusation, just curiosity.

         “Maybe it’s not a pie. Maybe it’s a cake. Or a cookie.” The blonde answered thoughtfully, to which Smackle snorted and shot her a grin from across the room.

         “I am at least a brownie by now, thank you very much. How did Riley end up with a peach pie anyway? Because she calls you Peaches?”

         “Nah, she calls me peaches because that’s what the pie is.” Maya explained, “I don’t know, she’s just so nice. It kind of threw me off when we first met, being New Yorkers and all. When she learned about how I make the desserts and dress them up, a peach pie is the first thing I thought of when she asked me what kind of dessert she would be. The polka-dots came later when I thought about how she dresses out of uniform. That’s what makes it Riley.”

         Smackle hummed in understanding. “And what makes it yours, with that kind of personal touch. No one can bake like you can, huh?”

         “No one but my mother. I just try to do it like she would.” Maya answered with a casual shrug and brushed her hands against her apron as she finished up with the display case. Smackle was obviously done with the condiments as she had moved on to adjusting the number of napkins at each table. Maya regarded her for a moment. She wasn’t sure how to say so, but the spectacled girl had unwittingly stirred a feeling of warmth in her chest at the astute (and the very gracious, at that) compliment—the kind of warmth that spread slowly, like a pie crust in the heat of an oven. So she said nothing at all. Maya got through each day by watching the people she saw and jotting her notes down into her art, be it on the dish or on paper. She had never considered that Smackle might do the same. Dimly, she wondered where her coworker took her observations. Perhaps a scholarly notebook; that was presumably what a good NYU student like Smackle would use in her classes at school. Or maybe she just kept it all in that great big brain of hers. It probably was time for Smackle to get her own dessert by now, wasn’t it?

         Without Riley around to peer over her shoulder and ask questions, Maya pulled out the server’s pad from her pocket and flicked through its pages until she found her sketch from the subway ride. Some of her glimpses into inspiration never quite revealed their whole picture and without that, she couldn’t transcribe their stories into a cake. Maya had a gnawing ache deep in her gut that this lady and her crazy hat were one of those torturously brief peeks into something special that she would only ever wonder about for the rest of her life. Sighing, she walked over to the hostess stand, tore the sheet from the pad’s binding, and slid the sketch between the thick cardstock page of a menu and its plastic cover. This was the eulogy of all the subway sketches that never went on to become something more. The idea of one of the diner’s patrons finding it out of the blue and seeing what Maya saw, even if it was only for an instant, was exactly what Crazy Hat deserved. She deserved the chance to connect with a stranger who was not looking for her and make them wonder just like Maya did; if she was lucky, that stranger could do something to tell her story more truthfully than Maya ever could.

         Riley had returned from the bakery downstairs. “I think we should have enough to get through the day!” She announced joyously, waving a carton of the last of the kosher salt they had left over her head just to show them she was sure.

         “Great, but why did you bring it up here?” Maya chuckled, sliding the menu back into the stacks that would be passed around to the customers throughout the day. Riley’s smile faltered for just a second as realization came to her. As quickly as it left, her smile sprung back into place as if it was never gone, albeit the accompaniment of sheepish awkwardness was an endearing new factor in Riley’s sunshine.

         “I…I just…I’ll go put this back.”

         “No need.” Maya offered her a gentle look of reassurance, the expression well-rehearsed for the times that Riley, feeling especially Riley, looked to her for permission to go on exactly as she was. She did this as though Maya would ever want her to change. “I should probably get started anyway before the morning rush gets in. There’s some crust defrosting in the fridge, but I’ll have to make the filling from scratch. I’ll just bring it back down myself.”

         “Well, then get to it! I want my pie!” Riley pitched her the kosher salt that was not even in the same vicinity as her direction, which Maya had to scramble to catch in an almost cat-like maneuver. Smackle made a move to shoo her away in jest, but she was already hurrying along down the narrow spaces between tables to get a move on. She skipped the stairwell leading to the bakery and headed straight for the single bathroom in the back of the building.

         She couldn’t get the door open fast enough and she still had to find the dexterity in fingers that were not so nimble as they were when baking to lock it. The kosher salt was forgotten, carelessly thrown to the floor and forced open upon impact with the ground. Hard flakes of it dug into her bare knees as she dropped and flung her head into the waiting toilet bowl. It was the fourth time this week that Maya had emptied her insides at work. She didn’t think that anyone had noticed this theatrical display of her stomach’s hysterics, but if it went on, it would be impossible to keep hidden. She didn’t want to deal with that intervention, because that’s exactly what it would be with those two goofballs for coworkers, and she certainly didn’t want to have to deal with Zay. She didn’t want to deal with any of this, not at all. She didn’t know how. All she knew was the diner, the customers, the girls and the cook. The desserts. All she knew was being a waitress. If Maya added anything more to her plate, it would not be a matter of whether she would break, but when.

[fanficsbykay]

Seven Days

Summary: The Clique's Six annual reunion is coming up and so are a lot of secrets and changes. Can one week bring friends closer together, or further apart? Find out in Seven Days, based on the Mary J Blige song. Rucas Centric. Joshaya; Smarkle;

Word Count: 2,190 

Chapter 1:  A Friend of Mine

MONDAY

She tossed the thin dark purple cardigan on and listened to Maya rant about the inconvenience of their impromptu reunion. Riley giggled as Maya waved off a euphemism about Farkle and Isadora flying in late that evening. Riley grabbed her keys and shuffled Maya towards the front door. Maya groaned and leaned back into Riley’s arms purposely making it hard for the bubbly brunette to move her. 

“Maya,” Riley chastised and the blonde smirked. 

“Oh come on Riles, do we really need to go get party supplies? It's just us six!” Maya groaned. 

“Maya it's been a year since all six of us were together! Aren’t you excited to see our friends?” Riley pouted. 

“Yeah, I guess,” Maya said and rolled her eyes. 

Riley knew it was a front, and that Maya was just as excited as she was. Despite being close the clique six had spread out across the continent for college. Maya and Riley stayed true, and both got into NYU. While Riley went to Steinhardt for English Education, Maya found her calling at Tisch for Collaborative Art. Although in different programs, they became roommates in a cramped two-bedroom, a gift from their parents. Their friendship never wavered and if anything it got stronger over the last few years. As their junior year ended they wanted to celebrate with their best friends. In just mere months they would be college seniors, and then off to more school or careers. 

“Farkle got us a suite,” Riley teased and Maya grinned. 

“A suite? Okay, Minkus, guess that business degree is working after all,” Maya mused and stood up straight. 

As the girls found their place at NYU, Farkle and Isadora found their place at Stanford University. Although Princeton University was their goal, they both realized the move across the country would do them good. It was no surprise that both of them had done well successfully that they were graduating before their friends. Farkle in the fall will be attending Stanford Graduate School of Business and Isadora will start her Ph.D. program in Neuroscience. Another reason for their motley crew of friends to come together. 

“It's more like a graduation gift from his parents,” Riley said and led Maya out of their apartment. 

“I can't believe those two geniuses are already going to their second degrees, I barely think I am going to make it out of my bachelor’s,” Maya groaned as Riley locked the door. 

The two linked their arms together and Riley giggled. 

“Maya you're doing great in school, As and Bs,” Riley exclaimed. 

“It's only because I am actually interested in school now, why couldn't we just jump to college?” Maya asked as they walked down the stairs. 

“That's not how life works,” Riley said as they left the apartment building. 

Loud city noises blare down the streets and the crowds shuffled through masses of New Yorkers. Both girls leaped into the mass and followed the flow down the street. 

“I hope Party City isn't crowded,” Maya said as Riley smiled brightly. 

A benefit of having an apartment in Union Square was that everything was close by to them. They could pop in, get some supplies and grab lunch all within walking distance. 

“I doubt it, no major holidays, just some graduations in a few weeks,” Riley said. 

“So … we talked about Smarkle, is there a particular someone you would like to talk about before we see them?” Maya teased. 

“Zay? I heard he might double major,” Riley shrugged. 

“What is he? Can he?” Maya asked as Riley nodded. 

“I mean he is a dance major, maybe he wants to do something in that field but more,” Riley said. 

“Sounds like a lot,” Maya mused. 

“I know but it's Zay, and Duke is letting him do it, why not take advantage?” Riley said 

Zay’s college choice was a surprise to all of them. They knew Zay was eclectic and loved to do different things, but they all assumed he would go back to Texas. He threw them for a loop when he decided to go to Duke University in North Carolina for Dance. They knew he liked ballet but didn't think he would take it on as a major. 

“Wait! You deflected! You know who I was talking about Riles. A certain cowboy down in Texas,” Maya teased. 

Lucas. 

Lucas’s choice was no surprise to Riley, she knew what he was interested in since they were in the seventh grade. So when he announced he was going to Texas A&M Riley was excited for him no matter what. They decided it was in their best interest to break up and stay as friends. Allowing one another to explore these new waters without being weighed down by a significant other. However, it didn't matter to Riley as she never found anyone to match Lucas on any level. Sure she went on dates and flirted around, but nothing was serious. No one was able to make her feel like he did. 

“Lucas?” Riley asked. 

“You said Huckleberry’s name, that's a big step for you,” Maya said with a grin. 

“I always say his name, it's you who insist on these nicknames, Maya we’re twenty-one now. Don't you think it would be a good time to drop the nicknames?” Riley asked. 

“What and miss out on annoying moral compass, do you know me Riles?” Maya fake gasped and Riley chuckled. 

“Yes I do, and to answer your question, there’s nothing to talk about, Lucas and I are friends, with the exception of Smarkle, we are all friends,” Riley said and directed Maya into Party City. 

“You two were always more than just friends,” Maya said as Riley dragged her towards balloons. 

“Why are we getting party supplies again?” Maya groaned. 

“Well while we are just becoming seniors, Farkle and Izzy are graduating. I thought it would be nice to have something like a little congratulations thing during our reunion,” Riley said as she perused gold and silver balloons. 

“Do we have to get gifts?” Maya asked. 

“I’m getting them cards, and I got them each something small, just a congrats thing. You don't have to, you know how I feel about gift-giving,” Riley said with a smile. 

“You love it you fruit loop, I guess I’ll look for something here,” Maya sighed and followed Riley down the aisles. 

As the girls scoured the store for supplies, they kept the conversation light about their friends. Catching one another up on information to prepare for the annual reunion. Maya laughed as she picked up small party favors and found two keychains for her friends. 

“Look one for each of them, the dollar sign for Farkle, and the brain for Izzy,” Maya said as she jingled them. 

Riley playfully rolled her eyes and smiled at her best friend. However, she knew the two would love Maya’s gift and treasure it because that is what friends do. 

“I have a special order to pick up,” Riley said as she walked towards the counter. 

“Special? Oh, Riles, what did you do?” Maya asked as Riley talked to the cashier. 

Riley emptied her basket of balloons, candy, and streamers. She smiled as the cashier revealed a bag with Stanford University decorations. 

“Of course,” Maya said. 

“It's going to be so much fun,” Riley said as the cashier rang up her things. 

“Fruit Loop, look I am going to the other cashier to pay for this, don't get any more supplies,” Maya chastised as she walked away. 

Riley playfully rolled her eyes once more and smiled as the Cashier scanned the items. Riley’s eyes caught a glimmer of gold and she saw a gaudy gold plastic necklace with a horseshoe. She bit her bottom lip in complementation and took the plunge. 

“Could I get that too?” Riley said as she pointed to the necklace. 

The cashier rang it up and gave her the total. Riley swiped her card with no hesitation and smiled as she was handed the bags. Maya had sauntered over with her small bag and raised her eyebrows. 

“Got everything?” Maya asked as Riley nodded. 

Riley sat at her desk as she edited her final paper for class. One click and she would officially be done with her junior year. However, she couldn't stop herself from continuously changing the ending. Something felt off, and she didn't know what it was. She glanced at the clock and saw it was well past 11:00 PM, and she was exhausted. She rubbed her eyes and stifled a yawn. 

Her phone vibrated and she glanced at it. It was a text but who it was, surprised her. She didn't know why he would text her so late but he had to have a reason. Sure they chatted outside the group chat but it was mundane, and not so late. 

Lucas: Hey you up?

Riley: Unfortunately, is everything ok?

Lucas: Yeah can I call?

Riley hesitated but ultimately confirmed that he could. Before she knew it, her phone was ringing in her hands. As she took a deep breath she picked up the call. 

“Hey,” She whispered.

“Hey,” Lucas responded. 

“Hey,” She repeated. 

“I thought we grew out of that,” He chuckled. 

“I thought so too,” Riley said as she leaned back in her seat. 

“Sorry to call so late it's almost midnight over there right?” He asked. 

“Yeah but it's fine I was up, I was working on my final paper,” Riley said as she scrolled through the document. 

“Riley Matthews hasn’t finished her homework, oh no the world is ending,” He joked. 

“Oh stop it, I have till tomorrow midnight to submit it but I wanted it done before … the reunion,” Riley said. 

“That's the Riley I know, am I interrupting? Do you want to finish it?” Lucas asked as he cleared his throat. 

Riley paused and leaned back in her chair. A part of her did want to finish the paper, but the other part of her wanted to know why he called, especially this late. 

“I think my brain is fried, I know something is wrong, I just can't put my finger on it, I can talk. What's up?” Riley said as she tried to make her voice sound light. 

“I kind of wanted to hear your voice,” Lucas said, his voice deepening. 

“My voice?” Riley questioned. 

“Yeah … I just needed to hear it. Talking to you has always been easy Riley, and I thought I would call one of my best friends,” Lucas said. 

Riley could tell something was wrong, but just like her paper, she couldn't put her finger on it. She twirled some hair around her finger and listened to him. 

“What did you want to talk about? Tomorrow?” Riley asked. 

“I’m excited to come home,” Lucas said and Riley could feel her heart race slightly. 

“Texas isn't home?” Riley asked. 

“No it isn't, not when everything I love is back in New York,” Lucas said 

“Like your friends,” Riley said. 

“Yeah but a particular one in mind. Plus I wouldn't feel so lost, and I think … I need to be found” Lucas said his voice lofty and Riley bit her lip. 

“Are you okay Lucas, you sound … off,” Riley asked as he chuckled. 

“You definitely know me the best, yeah I’m good, I had a drink and I think … it's getting to me. Don't mind me, I’m sorry for interrupting. Goodnight Riley,” Lucas said and hung up the call before Riley could say anything. 

Riley looked at the phone puzzled at what just happened. She thought about waking Maya but she decided against it. Instead, she crafted a long but well-intended text to the Texan. She needed him to know she wasn't judging him and that she was there for him. 

Riley: Hey, you sounded off. I know you said you drank but, it didn't seem like that was what was going on? You know you can talk to me always if you want to call back we can talk about what's bothering you. I hope you're okay Lucas, I’m always here for you. 

Riley sent the message and returned to her paper. She glanced at her phone every few seconds and waited to hear it vibrate back but it didn't. She sighed and started to type up her conclusion, so she could finally finish her paper. As she saved the document and uploaded it to her college portal, she checked her phone. Still nothing. As she submitted the paper, she got up from her seat and went to the bathroom to do her bedtime routine. 

Lucas crossed her mind with each task, and she wondered if tomorrow it would be easier to talk. She hoped all was alright, and she wished he would have told her what's wrong. As she finished her routine she bounded for her room. She flicked her light off and crawled into bed exhausted from the day. She grabbed her phone to plug it in to charge when she saw a new alert. She swiped through to see a response from Lucas.

Lucas: I love you. 

[gmwproblems]

we’re live people

[yuniesanstoryupdates]

Girl Meets Season 6 - Episode Twenty-One - Girl Meets Late Night Texting (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/iib27nlut8 The Journey from High School and into College will test everything Riley knew about her life, her friendships and her love. What life lessons will she learn in her first year of college?

[ewolfwitchwisegirl]

Certain ships are so wild because some headcannons are totally for person A but at the same time they're perfect for person B and it's a freakin dilemma.

[somerandomwriter1234]

GMW Fanfic - Farkle and Smackle: The Best Friend Ever

Summary: In this tale, Farkle and Smackle find themselves looking back at their long friendship; from when they meet as young kids through their current young adult years. And it results in the two making an important realization of what they are to each other.

-Long ago in the past: a little boy named Farkle was walking onto the home plate of an outdoor kickball field wearing black sunglasses and a very large jersey shirt that went down to his feet. A ball was rolled towards him by another young boy. Farkle attempted to kick the ball but stepped on his giant jersey and fell down. Many boys that were around Farkle began to laugh including a very tall boy near him named Derrick.

Derrick: Man Minkus. That is such a stupid outfit you're wearing.

Farkle: But you said wearing this would make me look cool.

Derrick: Yeah, last week when it was cool. Now it's just stupid.

-Many of the boys began to laugh as Farkle stood up.

Farkle: Can I try kicking again?

Derrick: Naw. Get off the field. We don't need any stupid people out here.

-An upset Farkle walked away from the field. He then walked over to a bench where a little girl was sitting.

Farkle: Hi there. Hey. You go to Einstein Academy right? Smackle, right?

Smackle: Isadora Smackle actually. And yeah. I started there in kindergarten last year. And you're Farkle Minkus. We competed in that 4-6 year old science competition last year. Unless the aliens that abducted me last night altered my memories.

Farkle: Uh… okay. Can I sit on this bench next to you? No one else wants me to hang out with them.

Smackle: Why not?

Farkle: Because I can't be cool like anyone. I try to dress up, and talk, and do all the stuff the cool kids do. But none of them like me.

Smackle: Well I think you're cool. I liked your science project you made for last year's competition. Of course don't expect too much praise from me since we are academic rivals. Ooo. Did you see my science project involving a lamp being powered by pink kittens from Taiwan?

Farkle: Um… I didn't. You know… you're a little strange.

Smackle: Yeah. That's why no one sits with me either. Are you gonna get up and leave me too now?

Farkle: No. I'm cool with hanging out with somebody who is a little bit strange.

Smackle: Would you still hang out with me if I was very strange?

Farkle: Smackle, you have the strangest mind in all of existence.

-In the present: an adult Farkle and Smackle were standing in front of a group of children in the before and after care auditorium.

Smackle: But it makes perfect sense that the seven dwarves Snow White met: were actually aliens from another planet.

Farkle: But the planet: FANBOY!?

Smackle: Well of course. All of those other names people have been told over the years were just their aliases. The seven dwarves' real names are: Trekkie, Whovian, Ringer, Potter Head, Tributes, and of course… Marvel and DC. With their supreme overlord back home of course being "King Star Wars".

Farkle: Why do you do this Smackle? Why?

Smackle: Not important. What is important is that we get back to the part of the story where the evil Queen locates the dwarves' hidden spaceship and proceeds to blow it apart.

Farkle: Ah! It's gonna blow!

-In the past: a young Farkle was standing near a computer that was shaking in the middle of an elementary school auditorium where a science fair was occurring. The computer then had a few sparks come out of it and then all of the lights in the building went off.

Farkle: Aww no.

-An older teacher stood up and spoke loudly to everyone.

Older Teacher: It's okay. Just a minor power surge. The custodian just told me that this has happened before and he'll have the power back up in no time. Just remember students: next time you're connecting twenty plugs through extension cords to one outlet… let a teacher know first.

-Farkle began to hang his head low as Derrick walked over to Farkle.

Derrick: Man Minkus. First you're pathetic at trying to be cool. Then you're pathetic at just trying to be stupid you.

-Farkle turned his head away from Derrick and then quickly went over to sit in a corner by himself. From nearby Smackle quickly rushed over to Farkle and sat next to him.

Smackle: Sorry your experiment didn't work.

Farkle: Ugg. I can't do anything right. I'm so stupid.

Smackle: You're not stupid Farkle. You're just really different. And sometimes it's hard to figure out how to be your best in your own way when you're the only one doing things your own way.

Farkle: Yeah… I guess you're right.

Smackle: Just be like me Farkle. Well… don't be just like me. Because then you'd have a chance of beating me in these science fair competitions from friendly rival. However you should do one thing I've learned. Stop trying to be cool and be exactly like other people, and instead just help others in your own way.

Farkle: Hmm. That's… actually good advice. You got any more?

Smackle: Yeah! Prince Charming actually knew who Snow White was because his body and mind had been combined with the Prince Charming of Earth 2 during the events of the Flashpoint Zero Crisis Hour on Infinite Realities event.

-In the present: an adult Farkle and Smackle were standing in front of a group of children in the before and after care auditorium.

Farkle: Where the heck did that all come from?

Smackle: Online wiki's. And you know they never lie.

Farkle: Smackle. We were seconds away from a simple fairy tale ending where the prince meets the princess and then they get married and live happily ever after. Why must you always change the endings of every story I try to tell with your own insane tales!?

Smackle: Well maybe your endings happened pre-Crisis. But they're not in continuity anymore.

Farkle: SMACKLE! WILL YOU JUST… I… I need to walk away and think for a bit.

-Farkle then began to walk towards the door to outside.

Smackle: Wait, Farkle! You're going home early!? You'll be right back soon, right?

-Farkle looked back at Smackle and called out to her very loudly.

Farkle: No Smackle. This time I'm gonna be gone for… quite a while.

-Farkle then walked out of the building. Smackle stood looking slightly shocked.

Smackle: Is… is he mad at me?

Farkle: Ugg. I am feeling so mad right now.

-In the past: in a large living room, a teenage Farkle was laying down on a couch. He had a pillow behind his head and a blanket covering most of his body. Farkle looked up at the ceiling as he had a very sick look on his face.

Farkle: I hate being sick…. especially today. Well… mom and dad are gone now. And here I am. Laying here all alone, feeling so sick and exhausted. What is someone like me in this condition supposed to do?

-Farkle's spoken thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a teenage Smackle walking into the living room with a plate and glass of water.

Smackle: What you're going to do is stay on the couch as I give you this medicine along with this glass of water.

-Farkle looked at Smackle with a very surprised look on his face.

Farkle: Smackle!? What are you doing here?

Smackle: I called earlier and your mom told me that you were gonna be here alone for five hours. Soon after that, I told her that I would love to help take care of you during that time. She seemed cool with it, and so now here I am.

Farkle: But… what about your exams?

Smackle: I'll just take them during the makeup day. Which you will as well.

Farkle: But I'm not getting any better right now. In fact, I may never be in school again if this fever of mine keeps getting worse.

Smackle: Believe me Farkle. You will be better by the time the makeup day comes.

Farkle: And what makes you so sure of yourself?

-Smackle then held the glass of water she was holding closer to Farkle's face.

Smackle: Because I've got water and medicine here. Now drink up!

Farkle: But I'm still feeling…

Smackle: Now!

-Farkle quickly swallowed the medicine and water that Smackle had given him.

Farkle: Gee. You didn't have to shove it down my throat.

-Smackle then held a plate with toast on it closer to Farkle's face.

Smackle: I've got toast. It's buttery. Now eat it!

-Farkle then quickly ate the toast. As Farkle swallowed the last of his food, Smackle sat in a chair next to Farkle. Farkle then cleared his throat and looked right at Smackle.

Farkle: Smackle. What is up with you right now!? You're shouting demands at me to eat food and drink water.

Smackle: Is it wrong to ask a friend to do something to make his life better?

Farkle: Well… no.

Smackle: Farkle, there are so many people in this world who know how to live a healthy and good lifestyle. Yet they shut their mouths so often and continue to allow other people around them to live their lives however they feel like. Well I'm not gonna be like that.

Farkle: Wow. That's pretty deep.

Smackle: Thank you.

Farkle: So… wanna check out what cartoons are on cable right now?

Smackle: Sounds cool.

-Farkle then grabbed a remote near him and turned on the TV. Farkle and Smackle then began to watch the TV. However as they watched, Farkle's eyes began to turn to look at Smackle. After a moment of looking at her, Farkle then spoke up.

Farkle: Smackle.

Smackle: Yeah?

Farkle: I'm glad I sat down next to that strange little girl I met on that bench all those years ago.

Smackle: Me too. By the way, if we can't find anything good to watch on TV, I can always read you my Star Wars fanfiction where my little ponies join the Jedi order.

Maya: Smackle, are you sure you're all right?

-In the present - in the before and after care auditorium: Smackle and her friend Maya, along with one of their students: Grace were all sitting at a table together.

Smackle: I know I tell stories different than him but… did I cross a line today?

Maya: Smackle, you were being yourself. If Farkle had a problem with you just being you, he would've walked away years ago.

Grace: Yeah. Besides, you're really fun Miss Smackle.

Smackle: Aww. Thanks Grace.

Maya: Hey Grace. Since you're the only student in here now, let's go outside where all of the other kids are.

Grace: Okay.

-Maya and Grace then got up and walked out of the room. Smackle remained where she was and sighed. Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door opening nearby. Smackle turned her head and saw Farkle walking back into the building towards her. Smackle then got up and walked over to Farkle. The two both stopped once they were right in front of the other.

Smackle: Farkle. Listen. I've been thinking and… I just wanna say I'm sorry that I changed the ending to that fairy tale story on you. I didn't think it would make you…

-Farkle then held a hand up for a quick moment and then spoke.

Farkle: No. I'm glad that you are always you Smackle. And I'm glad you wanted to change the end of that silly little fairy tale. Because we probably shouldn't tell these kids the story of a prince and princess that meet up and just super quickly fall in love. Because that's not how love works. It takes time to grow. And it takes time to recognize it.

Smackle: Farkle, what are you saying?

Farkle: I should never let some crazy… quirks in a person's personality keep me from seeing what's most important about them. Smackle… I've been unfair to you.

Smackle: Huh? How?

-Farkle then had his hands grab Smackle's as the two looked right at each other.

Farkle: I let my frustrations over the ridiculous crazy little things you do keep me from seeing what is most important about you. Which is that you are the kindest, most patient, and most loving person I know. Smackle, you're the best friend ever. And I don't wanna walk away from you like I did ever again. In fact… I want to do the complete opposite of that.

-Farkle then suddenly pulled out of his pocket a small box and then got down on one knee. Farkle then immediately opened the box showing inside was a diamond ring. Smackle's eyes got huge as she saw what was happening and then fell down onto her own knees as she kept looking right at Farkle.

Farkle: Isadora Smackle… will you marry me?

-Smackle remained still as she had a look of uncertainty on her face. She was completely quiet for several moments, and then finally… she spoke.

Smackle: You were wrong about just one thing. Farkle… you're the best friend ever. And I will.

Farkle: You will what?

Smackle: What you just asked. It's a yes. Yes, Farkle… I will marry you!

THE END

[littledreamlottalove]

Does anyone know any good fanfics?

I'm looking for fanfics to read but I can't seem to find any hat interest me. Angus suggestions?

My preferred genre is romance for original stories but do any of you know any hood fanfics for these fandoms:

Harry Potter (hinny or romione)

Friends (any)

Girl Meets World (smarkle which is a must or rucas)

Glee (klaine)

A series of unfortunate events (kladora or dunclet)

The good place (cheleanor)

Hunger games (everlark)

Brooklyn 99 (peraltiago)

[girlwiththestories]

Human

                                                        for C                  thankful for the joy the kindness of your soul has brought me

(Please note that this story references a Smarkle breakup. If that is something you would not enjoy reading, please kindly pass this story by.)

It’s her first real disappointment. She didn’t see it coming and thinks she should have. They didn’t just one day decide to call it quits; the distance between them grew wider and wider, and that should have been her first clue. It wasn’t. She was surprised the day he mentioned that they weren’t right for each other. The moment he said that, she knew he was right. Still, it felt like a gut punch, and she’s still recovering from it. She returned the t-shirt he gave her, and he gave her a hug with a remark about how they’d always be friends. It felt genuine, but she still didn’t know what to say.

Months have passed now, but she barely feels better. She doesn’t think she’d take him back if he asked. That’d just be too weird, but she’s still not over it. It’s not Farkle as much as the grand glorious thing that they were together. They’re still friends, so he’s not totally gone, but Smarkle—it’s dead and gone forever. They were to be a power couple who’d change the world through their astounding scientific discoveries. Instead, they are a failed high school romance that no one will ever know about.

Her parents had always told her to go after what she wanted. They had painted the picture of a world that lay open before her where all of her dreams could come true. So, she had dreamt big, unafraid of disappointment and heartache. She had dreamt of Farkle, of someday becoming his wife. She had refused to be daunted by his preference for Riley Matthews, her own Asperger’s diagnosis and the way it made her wonder whether anyone would want her. She was strong, and she wouldn’t stop fighting until her dreams came true. And they had come true, only to fall apart way too soon.

That had left her here, perennially discouraged, ever wondering how to motivate herself to keep believing in the life she wanted. It didn’t help that every time she turned around there was Farkle with Riley never more than a few feet away. He was as kind as ever clearly not harboring as many feelings about the breakup as she did. Still, she could see the handwriting on the wall. You didn’t need social skills just to not be Riley Matthews to see that someday soon Farkle and Riley would be together. Thinking of that made her heart hurt. She for all her dreaming, scheming, and hard work had been unable to change Farkle’s mind about Riley and get what she had always dreamed of. Instead, she sat alone watching the dreams she had harbored so long fall to pieces.

As time passed, however, a strange thing happened. She realized that she was not truly alone. There sitting in the corner, perhaps missed by her attention for a long time, was Zay. He was there as he had been since he joined the group—watching, observing, and offering wisdom. These days, when she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that he was watching her. His expression was always gentle and often looked concerned especially when Farkle and Riley got lost in a world of their own. Sometimes, he got this pained look on his face then and seemed to be ready to hop out of his seat. (He never did.)

She can’t say she likes how she’s handling this, watching herself emotionally unravel. She’s always been tough, so tough that she could make believe that she wasn’t human and  didn’t have emotions. That wasn’t true, but they never stared her in the face like this. She never got teary on the subway home or cried in her room or procrastinated on her homework because she couldn’t find the motivation to make herself do it. She’s falling apart these days, and it’s not something a pint of Ben and Jerry’s can fix. It’s not that she think that she’s unworthy or feels inferior to Riley or worries that no one will ever love her. No, this is so much more than a break-up. It’s watching a dream die for the first time and with it the optimism with which she had always approached her life. She’s grieving not just for Smarkle but for believing she can have anything she wants if she works hard enough. That hopefulness has been part of her for so long that she isn’t sure how to live without it. She doesn’t know how to still believe she can go to Harvard. Heck, she doesn’t even know how to motivate herself to work hard enough so she can. If she despite her best striving couldn’t make one dream come true, how can she know she make the other? It’s the thought that haunts her when she lays down to sleep at night, when she sits down to study, when she sees Farkle smile at Riley. How can she know?

Her reaction looks petty. She looks like the stereotypical high school girl whose having a hard time losing her first love. It’s not that at all, but who would understand her if she tried to explain? Most girls don’t spend their childhood dreaming of marrying their best friend. Not everyone’s an optimist who has that to lose when a dream dies. As the days pass, it only gets harder. She’s not sure who to tell, has a sinking feeling that she won’t be able to hold it in for that much longer. She’s strong but not that strong. Besides, she’s quite sure everyone who’s looking can tell that she’s not well. She’s not crying in public, but she can’t wipe the sadness from her face. The dark circles under her eyes are too dark to be hidden by her makeup, and she can’t keep using smaller loops on her belt forever without someone asking why. She wouldn’t know what to say if they did. They wouldn’t understand why she’s so sad that a lot of times she’s not even hungry and forgets to eat.

It’s one day while she’s tutoring in Zay in chemistry that she lets herself finally open up. She and Lucas and Zay have been studying together for a few weeks; the material has been hard for them lately, and she’s enjoying the challenge of bringing it all down to their level. She’s not sure why she does it, but Lucas happens to be gone, and she knows she’s been thinking lately that the study sessions are where she feels safe. It can’t sound smooth to Zay the roundabout way she explains that it’s not about Farkle but about watching a dream die, but he just listens with the concerned look she knows so well. He doesn’t say much, but his tone is gentle, and she feels heard. He won’t bring this up again with her or anyone else. It’s a private moment, and she’s so thankful it happened. She goes home that day feeling a little better and finds the courage to broach the subject with her older sister. It had felt like something Margie would laugh at and dismiss as teenage drama, but if Zay, a guy could understand, why not Margie who had watched her love Farkle for so many years?

Getting it out helps but doesn’t change the reality or the way her mind brilliant though it is can’t get itself around what’s happened. She still cries and wonders about the future as she studies physics. Sometimes in her moments of deepest doubt, she sees Zay’s concerned look in her mind’s eye, and it always makes her feel better. No matter what happens, he cares, and he’s on her side. He’s watching out for her these days. He always seems to look at her face for signs of tears when he sees her and asks in a gentle way that hardly feels like small talk how she is. He always says something affirming in return that rattles her soul with the feeling that he believes in her. Sure, he’s Zay; he believes in everyone, but right now, it means so much to know that someone, anyone believes in her. His confidence in her shines past the doubt and helps her find her way through the hard days.

She finds herself looking forward to the tutoring sessions and the opportunity to be with Zay. Lucas is there too, but all she sees is Zay and his smile that somehow has the power to warm her from the inside out. They spend a lot of time on chemistry, but sometimes they chat about life, and she shares little bits and pieces of how she feels. Zay is always serious when he listens creating this certainty in her mind that she has his full attention. It makes her feel known and heard and makes the worries float away. She matters to Zay, and that makes all her other struggles feel small in comparison. The worries always eventually return, but it’s always such sweet relief to get spend time with Zay and forget it all if only for a short span of time.

On one particular day, their talk wanders to life being hard. It’s how she’s explaining herself right now—things are hard. People get it because something in life is always hard for everyone. Normally, she wouldn’t consider it something to talk to guys about, but Zay and Lucas aren’t guys as much as her friends. Zay expresses sympathy and then drops a bombshell that leaves her reflecting for weeks. It’s the simplest statement and perhaps the most obvious but something that she has forgotten admist her pain. You won’t always feel this way. She feels hope sprout in her heart immediately. Of course, that’s what she’s needed—the reminder of what she has always known, that feelings like everything else in life don’t last forever. He immediately launches into the story of losing his grandma. She had known his grandma had died two years before; that part was no secret to his friends who heard about his trip to Texas for the funeral. Soon after, though, she had forgotten about his loss. He had turned quiet pulled in by grief that most of the world had had no clue existed. Yet, he had suffered; his story and the quiet way that Lucas is listening make that abundantly clear. It was a time of darkness for him—darkness that he is only finally coming out of. Suddenly, everything he’s been doing for her makes sense. He knows what it’s like to be devastated, to depend on the kindness and support of one’s family and friends to merely survive. Softened by the loss, he can’t bear to see anyone, anyone he cares about at all suffer. It’s a day that leaves her with deepened respect for Zay and everything that he is.

She puts his words on a picture of the sky and makes it her home screen. She finds herself looking at it often—every time she needs hope. She’s long felt like she doesn’t understand feelings and doesn’t need to understand them because she’s not quite human. She can see now that that’s a paralyzing lie. She might experience emotions differently, but she’s just as much human as anyone else. Denying the fact has only left her more unprepared for this time and the overwhelming feelings it has brought. She is going to give up that lie and the safety that it brought because the truth is always better. She’ll hold onto this: she’s human and has feelings, but those feelings won’t last forever. She won’t always be here, feeling this way. And if it’s not forever, she can do this. This time of hardship may have zapped some of her strength, but she’s still the same strong girl she’s always been. Besides if she’s human, it’s alright to be here, to be grieving, to be depending on people like Margie and Zay to get by. Someday, she doesn’t know when, but it’s coming—this will all just be a memory.

One day, she wakes up and realizes she loves Zay. It’s the reason his words have so much weight and his smile brightens even her darkest day. She loves Zay. He hasn’t taken Farkle’s place; no one could ever do that, but love for Zay has somehow grown up between the vestiges of her broken dream. She has come to appreciate everything he is not because he makes her life better but because he is who he is—a kind, gentle, caring person. That makes her life better, but she’d appreciate it even if she watched it touch other lives and not hers. She never would have thought she would fall for that. She’s always been about brains and not heart. But somehow, the beauty of Zay’s kindness and love have captured her completely, and she can no longer deny that she loves him and perhaps has for quite some time.

A few weeks later, she begins feeling that he somehow knows her secret. She’s never been shy about crushes before, but if he doesn’t like her back, she doesn’t want him to know. He catches her staring at him at lunch, and she panics. She thinks she’s been doing it recently, but maybe she’s doing it more today, and maybe he’s catching on. He just smiles and looks back down at his lunch. Later on when she’s tutoring him and Lucas in chemistry, he seems especially quiet, and she wonders if knowing is making him hold back. She goes home that night scared he knows, half-hoping he does. She has no clue; she’s not adept at reading social cues after all. She wakes up the next morning still thinking about it after having thought about it all night, and she knows she has to know, so she corners him at lunch and asks him herself. He says that he knows. Of course he knows, he’s Zay and observant along with everything else. He tells her likes her too and kisses her hand, and her heart beats so wildly that she hardly remembers exactly what happens next. But she’s with Zay now, and all his beauty is in her life. She has no aspirations except to make him as happy he makes her.

For all the lightness and butterflies, her feelings don’t go away. They will. Don’t get her wrong, she knows he’s right, and they will. But even Zay with all his kindness and compassion can’t will away her feelings. He can remind her that she should be hungry and ought to eat, help her laugh away the tears, and never stop telling her that she’s strong and that this is all just a tunnel. Someday, the sun will rise, and she’ll feel perfectly alright again, but until then, she’ll get by. For such is to be human—to find the strength to bear the sorrow and savor the joy that life has a way of bringing. And if this experience taught her anything, it’s that being human is a beautiful thing.

[yuniesan]

Girl Meets Season 6 - Episode Fourteen – Girl Meets Spring Semester

Girl Meets Season 6

Synopsis: The Journey from High School and into College will test everything Riley knew about her life, her friendships and her love. What life lessons will she learn in her first year of college?  

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A/N: the reason this took so long to post (outside of my real life problems) after my one-shot (which was probably a precursor to another one-shot) was because I heard a song, now hear me out, so the new Backstreet Boys song Chances, inspired me to go back and look at a one-shot I wrote last year, and from that I actually started writing another long fic, because obviously I had to write it after hearing the song. Although that story is going to be RUCAS centric, the other couple will exist yes, but the one shot in question is Love among the stars from Rucas fanfic week, and it has them going to different schools from everyone and all of that. I added a couple of twists, including a secret relationship storyline, because no one can stop me when I want to write something. I'm deciding on a posting schedule for this story, that story, and my Holiday Bingo stories, because I finished my writing sample for my MFA applications (they're being proofed as we speak), so I'm going to trying and write more, which means I want to write everything at once. Once I'm done with one of these things, I'm going back to the superhero AU, and possibly start plotting out season 7 for next year. Hopefully if I get into the MFA program I want to go to, I'll have time to keep writing what I want to write. This next chapter after this one is connected to this chapter, I'm still writing it right now, because I had started writing the first chapter of the other story first... sue me I really wanted to write this secret relationship AU.

Episode Fourteen – Girl Meets Spring Semester

There was a mad dash to get coffee before they left to go back to Maya’s school, Josh just wanted the morning with the two of them alone, since he knew that with his school year ramping up, he wouldn’t have the chance to visit as often as possible. They needed to schedule their lives around one another again and he wasn’t really excited at the prospect. He liked their weekends together, their dates, their lives, but he knew that Maya needed more time with Riley since they had a weird start to college so he wanted to give them that.

“I don’t wanna go,” Maya said slumping next to him on the couch at Topanga’s, “Too tired, want to go to sleep.”

He couldn’t help but laugh at the way she was acting because it was adorable to him, nearly two years together and he kept finding things he would think were dumb but were actually adorable. “I know Maya but you have to go, you’re a good student and you don’t want to fall behind,” he said before pulling her closer and letting her slump over on him to the point where he was sure that she would fall asleep if he didn’t give her coffee.

“I wish we could be like Riley and Lucas,” she mumbled to him before burrowing her face into his scarf. “They get all of this time together, and we have to commute for our dates, it’s not fair.”

“I don’t think it’s that bad, plus soon I’ll be up there with you and you’ll get sick of having me around all of the time,” he pulled off his scarf and put it around her neck, she would at least be warm.

Maya’s mother walked over to them smiling, “She giving you any trouble there?” the older woman said.

Josh shook his head and smiled, “Not a bit, she just needs some coffee and she’ll be alright.”

“That’s why I’m here,” she said as she placed their cups in front of them. “Take care of her on the way up to the school, I would love to go but Shawn is taking me somewhere so I can’t.”

“Don’t worry mom,” Maya mumbled through the scarf. “I’ll be fine.”

“Yeah I know, just be good baby girl,” Maya’s mother walked over giving Maya a kiss, then squeezing Josh’s shoulder before going back to the counter and working on stocking the display.

Josh handed Maya her coffee, getting a smile from her before she pulled down his scarf and taking a sip. She sighed once she finished, and smiled at the cup like it was the elixir of life.

“Feeling better,” he said once she put the cup back down.

“Yeah, would feel way better if you were with me at school though,” she sighed before leaning back into him. “I was serious, about wishing for what Riley and Lucas have, they sleepover in each other’s rooms, they have lunch dates, and all of that, and I want it.”

“Riley and Lucas get to have sleepovers because they go to the same school, while we don’t, we do have things that they don’t,” he said trying to bring forward the Brightside of their relationship.

“Yeah but I never get to see you like that, it’s just I guess it’s something I want.”

“Maya do you want to live with me? Is that what you’re saying?”

“Maybe, I guess it’s just that I’m a little jealous that they get all of that and we don’t.”

“Maya, my sweet, sweet girlfriend, just because Riley and Lucas have sleepovers doesn’t mean that we can’t...”

Josh was going to say more but a cup shattered behind them causing the two of them to jump, before seeing his brother standing behind them. His eyes wide as he looked between Maya and Josh, which means he heard some of their conversation, and Josh knew that they were in for it soon. Before he could stop Cory, his older brother moved so fast he hadn’t had the chance to grab him. He knew that Riley and Lucas were going to be in the middle of a storm the moment her father reached them, and Josh felt a little guilty, and from the look Maya had on her face so did she. The two of them sighed and got up, moving towards the exit, Josh texting his sister in law, who was probably asleep, on the way to his car.

Riley wondered why there was such a long time between semesters in college, it was five weeks of being at home, five weeks of going out with her friends, hanging out with her family, and of course getting sick. Now that the new semester was starting, she felt as if she had done nothing notable during the break even though she had gone out constantly. The break wasn’t as important as getting internships during the summer months, but it still felt weird not doing anything that would benefit her future. Now the spring semester was going to start and she wasn’t sure how she would be able to pay for things with the little money she did have saved up.

“You know sugar,” Zay said as he helped her with her bags. “You could have packed a little less, I mean you didn’t even take this much with you when you left.”

“Not my fault,” she said with a smile while carrying her laundry bag which was filled with extra pillows and blankets. “I didn’t know I needed all of this until I didn’t have it with me,” which was true, especially since people were always in her room hanging out, more so now that Maya, Josh, Farkle, and Smackle were feeling more comfortable with coming over and not living in their own little lovey dovey world. Which Riley thought it was cute, that they were all so in love, but she had missed her friends.

Zay sighed, before Charlie walked up and grabbed the other end of Riley’s suitcase and helping Zay up the stairs with it. She really hadn’t thought about bringing so much with her, but with Lucas always hanging out in her room, and now that her and Maya were going to figure out how to hang out more. There was a need to have things around, clothes to share, or more pillows so that Lucas wouldn’t sacrifice his arm to her. Even though she liked the feeling of his arms around her when they were watching movies, it only became a problem when they fell asleep and she ended up with his arm as a pillow.

“Oh, Riley,” Maya said as she rushed up towards her, “Josh said to tell you that he’s sorry.”

“Sorry about what?” Riley asked wondering what her Uncle could feel sorry about, they hadn’t seen much of each other since he had gone with Maya to Philly the week before the semester started. She knew that he was nearby too, because he had been helping Maya with her bags not too long ago, so now he was hiding from her too.

“Um well,” she said not looking her in the eye, “He may or may not have accidentally told your dad about Lucas staying over in your room a lot.”

“What?” Riley yelled out dropping the bag she had been holding, watching it as it rolled down the stairs. “What do you mean he accidentally told my dad, Maya my dad shouldn’t know things like that.”

“Well it was an accident, we were talking at the café, before we came back up here, and I was telling Josh about how I wish he could sleep over at my dorm with me like you and Lucas do and Josh was saying that maybe on a few weekends, that way we could all hang out more, and your dad had been standing behind us the entire time... so... yeah that happened,” she said and Riley knew it was an accident but what she was afraid of was her father showing up and ruining one of the good things that had kept her grounded during the first semester away from home.

“Maya, I need my Lucas time, we’re all so busy and it’s going to get busier and oh god my father is going to be in my room the minute I get up there isn’t he,” she said as the realization dawned on her. There’s only so much her mother could do to stop him, but if she didn’t know that he was coming up here with the pretext of knowing something then she wouldn’t stop him.

“Hey Riley,” Sam said as she was walking towards them, “your dad is in our room, and he’s doing something weird.”

Riley left the laundry bag and ran to her room just as Zay and Charlie were dropping off her stuff, watching as her father tapped up her window with a sheet, she noticed that some of her drawers had been opened as if he had been looking for something.

“Dad,” she yelled out looking at her room in horror. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Boys, I’m trying to keep boys away,” he said a nervous hitch in his voice. “No boys, boys bad, boys will take away my little girl’s innocence.”

Without even thinking she walked in and pulled him away from her window, forcing him to look her in the eye, “This is going too far,” she said to him her voice hard with anger. “I’m eighteen years old, I’m allowed to grow up, nothing is happening between me and Lucas that you don’t already know about.”

“But sex,” he started but before he could say anything, she put her hand up to stop him.

“No,” she said to him. “This is an invasion of privacy, I’m not living at home, you had no right to do this,” she could feel anger rolling through her, when she was growing up, she thought it was nice to have him worry, but now it was going too far. “Lucas and I only sleep in the same bed, and mostly it’s because we’re watching movies, his clothes which you have thrown all over this room are only here because I tend to steal them from his room, it’s a thing, girl’s steal their boyfriend’s sweaters all of the time.”

“That’s true Matthews,” Maya said from the door, she was actually wearing Josh’s NYU hoodie which long enough to be a dress on her, especially with how tall Josh was compared to the blonde.

“Now take all of that off the window, and get out before I call mom and tell her what you did,” she said knowing that her father’s Achilles heel was her mother, even after all of these years he was still afraid of making her angry.

Her father mumbled a fine, before undoing all of his work, Riley got to work on picking up what he had taken out of her drawers, looking for who knows what, while Zay brought in her laundry bag which had been left at the bottom of the stairs. Hiding behind him was Lucas, who didn’t dare go into the room, or let it be known that he was standing there. Rushing off she went to greet him, pulling him away from the door.

“Do I want to know what happened?” he asked once they were in the student kitchen on the other end of the hallway.

“Maya and Josh were talking about us,” she said looking up at him. “About how we tend to sleep on top of one another when we watch movies, and how she wished she could have that with Josh and well...”

“Your dad heard,” he said finishing what she was saying, before running his hand through his hair. “Will this change anything about how we are? Is he going to get crazy about me seeing you again, because I can’t afford to lose my shoes right now.”

Riley sighed, they were both in need of jobs, or at least work study, they didn’t have money most of the time, and the money they did have they saved up for when they wanted take out. Most of their dates since starting college had been to school events or just sitting in their rooms and eating what they had. They didn’t want to ask for help, it was oddly freeing for the both of them to try and make it on what they could, it was an experience for them all. But for the two of them, it was about finding ways to be together and not having to spend so money, they were trying to see how to live without relying on their families for help.

“I know,” she said to him as she put her arms around his waist and pulled him close. “I’m sorry that my dad is crazy.”

“We’ve known this for years,” he said as he kissed her hair. “Should I go to your room, or should I run.”

“I’m thinking we both could run, but that would only cause more problems, since it would leave my dad with Maya, Zay, Charlie, and Sam, and we don’t want to leave them with that level of crazy. But you can run if you want, I won’t hold it against you.”

Lucas shook his head, he wouldn’t leave her to deal with this, if anything, he would want to show her dad how much it didn’t affect them or their relationship. “If you have to deal with it so do I,” he said smiling at her before pulling away. “It’s what I signed up for when we started dating.”

“Okay but I’m going to protect you and your shoes from him today.”

“It would be an honor to have you protect me,” he smiled at her, and it still made her giddy just seeing him smile, it was strange feeling as if she could have someone just giving her butterflies for this long.

The two held hands walking back to Riley’s room, she held onto him comforting him, she didn’t want her dad to find a way to separate them. They wanted to be united in the fact that they wanted to have their little dates, and their sleepovers, where nothing happened.

Much to her surprise, her mother was standing in her room quietly yelling at her father, which only made Riley giggle, because if her mother was quiet when she was angry at you then that meant that she was really angry. Her mom smiled at her before dragging her father out into the hallway, “Seriously Cory,” she said.

Riley heard her mother telling her father about how when they were in college, they did the same things, and how there was the time where he was asking for more and she flashed him her butt, which only made Riley snort. “Honestly, those two sleeping in the same bed is still vanilla compared to how you and Shawn acted when you were in college. And yes, I know she’s your little girl Cory, but she’s technically an adult now and you had no right to come here and do that to her room.”

“But his clothes are all over the place,” he father practically squealed, which made Riley laugh harder.

“Cory, I’ve seen them, and honestly she wears Lucas’s sweaters all of the time, why is it a problem now? She probably steals them which is normal for a girl her age, it reminds me of when we were that young, but now you’re so preoccupied with making sure she doesn’t grow up I feel like you’re neglecting our relationship,” she said before turning around and winking at Riley. Her mother was up to something, and it was nice that she was using this as a teaching moment against her father.

She watched as her mother walked away, smiling, but acting like her husband wasn’t paying attention to her, Riley watched the woman who had raised her convince her husband that he didn’t care about her. Riley knew her father loved her mother, he was just overprotective, but it was interesting to watch. Instead of following her mother, her father watched her, before saying a quick goodbye to Riley and walking off. She knew that they would make up by the end of the day, her mother was just trying to make him feel guilty for ruining the beginning of the semester for Riley.

When she walked into her room, she was greeted by her friends all sitting around, Charlie and Zay on the floor with the extra pillows Riley brought with her, Maya and Josh sitting on one side of her bed, while Sam, Farkle and Smackle were on Sam’s bed.

“Well that was exciting,” Sam said making everyone laugh, it was the first time that Sam had truly been exposed to her father’s meddling, “But I think we should just relax for the rest of the day, because classes start tomorrow, and that was too much drama for the first day back.”

“Here, here,” Farkle said smiling at Smackle.

“I still don’t understand why your father is like that,” Smackle said, but there was no real answer for it. Farkle just took her hand and kissed it before turning back to the room.

“Let's just hope that he’s not going to do it again for a while,” she said before sitting on her bed with Lucas at her back. “Nope no more drama, so how about we get some food and watch a movie and we can talk about tomorrow.”

“Already ordered,” Farkle said with a smile. “We did it while your parents were fighting, or at least it looked like fighting.”

“More like her mother was plotting,” Maya said smiling at the group.

“I’m sure that Topanga is going to read him the riot act when they get back to the city, and then they’re going to do exactly what we’re all doing,” Josh said looking over at Riley. “Your mom is scary,” he added.

“That she is,” Riley said snuggling into Lucas before yawning, it really was her favorite place to be, he was always so warm.

Riley ended up falling asleep ten minutes into the movie, the fell of Lucas at her back, and the smell of his soap in her nose lulled her to sleep. No one had really noticed until the food arrived and Maya jumped off the bed so that Josh could help the guys bring up the pizza boxes, and everything else they had ordered. The bed moving made Riley wake up, but Lucas had held onto her so that she wouldn’t fall to the floor. It was a strange feel, being so comfortable around so many people that she could fall asleep without worrying about something happening.

“Have a nice nap?” he said kissing her temple. She relaxed into his arms, nodding before yawning.

“I don’t know why I’m so tired,” she said to him, the rest of the group had left them alone in the room.

“Too much excitement, I mean you and Maya have a class together this semester, we’ve scheduled our lives around each other, it’s our own little family, and you want to make sure that everyone is involved and happy.”

“It’s a good feeling,” she said to him. “Plus, it’s a little less stressful than my dad constantly being... well you know.”

“Trust me we all know, but hopefully he’s going to calm down a little after today, Josh was right about your mom being scary, and I wouldn’t want to cross her on any level.”

When the group came back into the group Maya leapt on top of Riley and Lucas, landing right on Riley’s legs, before turning and making herself comfortable on Riley’s legs, while putting her own on Josh’s. The food was spread out in front of them, everyone smiling at one another, it was weird, even with all of the time they had spent together over the break, this was more normal than anything else. She liked this more than going out and doing a million things because at least this way they would have the chance to sit and talk about things. It felt like having their little family together, which would only make her father sad, but she wanted to grow up and if it meant that the only version of family, she had around was her friends it was okay with her.

She didn’t love her own family any less, it was just a way for her to extend her family, make it grow into something bigger. This was the long game, this was life, you bring people in and make them a part of your world, and you hold on tight to those who matter to you. Her parents had embraced her friends before, and she knew that they would embrace them now as they are, because they were an extension of her. The only difference now was that her father had to learn to accept that she was growing up, she wasn’t going to stay a little girl, and while it scared him, she knew that her mother would show him that it wasn’t all that bad.

[imaginarybird]

Anon requested Rucas (or Smarkle) + Fairy Tale AU

The whole ‘Princess hidden away in a tower deep in the forest on the outskirts of the kingdom to keep her safe’ thing sounds super fun and whimsical and romantic. Right up until you’re the one living it. Princess Riley can attest to that.

Sure, you can catch up on all your reading and teach yourself how to embroider or play the harp. You can even practice quintessential princess skills like sewing new outfits from your curtains and spare bed linens or enchanting woodland creatures by singing wistful songs about your someday prince. But after the tenth straight month of food made by your own mediocre cooking skills and only your beautiful bluebird friend Smackle for company…things start to feel a little bit routine.

But it could be worse.

“Did you see anything interesting on your flight today, Smackle?”

At least she speaks bird.

“Nothing of note.” Smackle chirps, landing on Riley’s outstretched index finger. “There’s a storm on the horizon. It will probably reach us by in a day or two.”

Hmph.

It’s not exactly the exciting report of a caravan of visitors from the kingdom that Princess Riley had been hoping for. It’s not even the dull report letting her know that the monthly delivery of food supplies has arrived. It’s just…

Hmph.

“Well, not every day can be a new adventure.” Riley sighs, determined not to be upset. A little boredom and loneliness never hurt anyone, and she’s only here because her parents know it will be safer. “I’m sure tomorrow will be more interesting.” 

It’s not. And the day after that isn’t much better although Smackle does bring back several branches of berries that allow Riley to bake a nice little cake. It would be nicer if she could share it with an actual person and not just her bird but she knows the day will come where that will happen. It’s just not today.

The storm does roll in, just as Smackle had predicted. It comes in the middle of the night, jolting Riley awake with the largest clap of thunder she’s ever heard and wind forcing her window to swing open with a crash. 

Princess Riley clamors out of bed to the window, heart pounding. The rain bursts in, soaking her feet and the hem of her nightgown. She grabs the window to try and force it closed against the wind but just before she manages to, a flash of lightning brightens the sky and she spots it.

A tiny speck, fighting against the rain to go down the path from the woods. Right towards the tower.

“Smackle!” 

“It’s just a storm, Princess.” Smackle tweets, rather sleepily. “Close the window and we can clean up in the morning.”

As the speck gets closer, it becomes much more clearly defined. To be a man. An actual, real-live, breathing human man. 

“Smackle, there’s a person coming towards the tower.”

“What?! Batten down the hatches! Sound the alarm! I’ll barricade the door, you activate the smoke signal!”

Smackle flits around Riley’s head in a tizzy; Riley ignores the bird as best she can, trying to get a better look at the approaching person. “Shouldn’t that be the other way around?”

The closer the mysterious stranger gets the more Riley can discern, even through the pounding rain. It’s a man, young, probably around her age if she had to guess, in dark clothes. He’s got an arm wrapped around his waist, and he’s limping. 

“Riley!” Smackle pecks lightly at her ear. “Why? Aren’t? You? Moving? We need to lock down the tower!”

Riley frowns. “I think he’s hurt. We can’t lock him out we need to help him.”

“We’re here for your safety, Princess. Letting a stranger in goes directly against that.”

“There’s nowhere else for him to go!” Riley argues. “In this storm...with injuries...? He might not make it through the night.”

“Which is not our problem!”

Riley disagrees. And she’s not going to waste time arguing with Smackle over it. She darts away from her window and bounds down the stairwell. She grabs her cloak from the rack by the door and swings it around her neck. Riley then undoes all of the door’s bolts and deadlocks while Smackle tweets and screeches around her head trying to convince her that she’s making the wrong decision. 

With the door undone, Riley runs out into the storm anyways, right down the path, her feet squelching in the mud. She’s completely drenched by the time she reaches the handsome, sandy-haired stranger. “Hey! What happened? Are you all right?”

“My horse spooked in the storm, threw me, and darted off into the woods. I’m fine, just a little beat up. It’s Farkle that I’m worried about.” The man pulls his arm away from his side. Cupped in his hand is a little green bird. “He sleeps in my pocket when he gets tired and I’m worried I might have crushed him.”

“I live right back at that tower. Come wait out the storm, and we’ll see what we can do for him.” 

Riley grabs the stranger’s free hand and loops it around her shoulders, giving him a little support as they go back to the tower. 

Smackle greets them, quite angrily at the door. “Princess Riley, I really must put my foot down. This is not behavior that’s sanctioned by your parents and if they knew the risk you were putting yourself--,”

“Princess?” The stranger’s eyebrows raise as they step inside. He looks over, dripping wet. “You’re the Princess?”

“You speak bird?” Riley chokes out. It’s not exactly a normal skill to run across. Just as quickly, she shakes off her shock; if the stranger speaks bird that means he really cares about his little friend. Farkle, he had called him. “Nevermind. Here, you can put Farkle on Smackle’s perch and she can help see if he’s OK.”

“I will not!” Smackle argues, even while they bring the little green Farkle over to the perch. “The only thing Smackle will do is--,”

“Well hello there my cerulean beauty.”  Farkle’s chirp comes out a little weak and sickly, but it’s there nevertheless, and he definitely follows Smackle’s frenzied movements around the room with his eyes. “I hope such an incredible and intelligent bird such as yourself doesn’t mind sharing a perch with me.”

The stranger snorts. “He’ll be fine.”

“If you weren’t injured you wouldn’t be allowed within five hundred yards of my perch.” Smackle huffs. “No matter how handsome you are.”

Riley turns back to the stranger. She doesn’t have much to offer him to help him dry off or get clean. Maybe she should light a fire. “Are you hungry? I don’t have much at the moment but I could probably scrounge up some--,”

“You’re really the Princess? From Greenwich?”

“Most people just call me Riley.”

“I’m Lucas. From Austin. My kingdom has made arrangements with yours to help with security. I was actually on my way to find you. I’m supposed to tell you that...people change people.”

Riley immediately recognizes her father’s favorite little lesson--the passcode he had set to let her know if someone who happened upon the tower was friend or foe. 

Huh. 

Life as the princess in the tower just got a whole lot more interesting.

“Lucas.” She smiles. “I love it.”

[kingkatara]

Girl Meets Waitress: Prologue

A/N: I’ve had this idea lingering in the back of my mind for a while. The longer I let it percolate, the more it came together into a fully fleshed out story. I was surprised at how naturally the characters of Girl Meets World fell into the roles of “waitress,” “doctor,” “stalking elf,” and so on. Their personal backgrounds and relationships to one another are all a little different than what was portrayed in the TV show, but their motivations, fears, and desires are just as compelling to me now as it was then. So here are some of my favorite characters placed into one of my favorite stories. I’m not sure if this is going to turn into anything worth reading, but writing it has been so much fun. Fingers crossed it finds someone and they enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Waitress. I don’t own Girl Meets World. This is a fanfiction written just funsies.

What’s inside?

          “Baby, don’t you cry,” The mother’s low voice reverberated across the small kitchen where the little girl stood by the door and watched her with wide, adoring eyes, “Baby, don’t you cry…Gonna make a pie with the heart in the middle…” Her expert hands tended dotingly to the crust, folding each piece of dough over the side of the pan and pinching it all the way around with nimble fingers to create its shape. With the base of their masterpiece prepared, the mother beckoned her little girl forward. She shook her head, unwilling to disturb the peace of the scene by intruding upon it. But a secretive smile did just the trick and the little girl, unable to resist the temptation of inclusion into her mother’s world, toddled into her waiting arms.

           “Baby, don’t be blue…Gonna make for you…Gonna make a pie with the heart in the middle…” The mother continued to sing as she lifted the little girl and settled her on her hip as naturally as it was to stir the filling one last time (“just for good luck”) before pouring it into the pan. Idly, those nimble fingers found their way to the little girl’s blonde curls and stroked them with a tenderness that she never could have imagined was within her. “Gonna be a pie from heaven above…Gonna be filled with strawberry love…” She admired the pie filling, which included strawberries just as the song described, and though she tried…the dish just wasn’t deep enough for her to pour all of her love for the little girl into it. No dish would ever be deep enough and that was the way it was supposed to be.

           For the first time in a long time, the mother felt peace. She no longer used her pies or cakes or cookies to get by. Her baked goods were no longer the instruments she used to sing the song of her heart. They were just a vague memory of the person she used to be. A long time ago, her whole world was tucked into that pie. And now here it was bigger than ever and still precious enough to be held in her arms. Life sure was a funny thing. She finished the song, her voice almost breaking as she squeezed the little girl just a bit tighter, “Baby, don’t you cry…Gonna make a pie…Hold you forever in the middle of my heart…” She slid the pie into the hot oven to bake and the pair watched together as the mother closed the door on what was an ephemeral moment, but a lasting feeling.

           It was quiet for a moment before the little girl asked, “What’s this one called, Mama?”

          Katy answered the little girl with her secretive smile that wasn’t so secret after all, “Babygirl…it’s Maya Papaya Pie.”

[fanficsbykay]

Girl Meets Senior Year | Ch. 2

Summary: Three years have passed since Lucas and Riley fought on the first day of High School. The two never spoke again until one fateful night, the night Lucas saved Riley. Now he must save her from herself and not fall for her in the process. Rucas AU Centric. Joshaya x Smarkle x ZayxOC

Word Count: 1,968

Trigger Warning: Sexual Abuse

[1]

Chapter 2 Girl Meets Shattered

3 Years Later

"I believe that two people are connected at the heart, and it doesn't matter what you do, or who you are or where you live; there are no boundaries or barriers if two people are destined to be together" - Julia Roberts

Riley sat at the counter of her Mother's café and scribbled feverously in her notebook.

"Cake?"

Riley looked up and saw Zay standing in front of her with a slice of chocolate cake. Zay grinned and placed the small dish in front of her notebook. She smiled softly and stuck her finger in the chocolate mousse. Riley brought her finger to her lips and moaned at the taste of the sugar.

"Zay you are awesome! I am glad my Mom gave you this job" Riley commented as Zay passed her a small silver fork.

Zay had scored a job at Topanga's a year ago as a Waiter and it has helped him keep everything on track. Riley wasn't surprised that Zay was good at his job, he loves the people and they love him. Between serving the guest and snacking, he made everyone feel important. He was no longer Robin Lunch; he was Zay Best Waiter Ever.

"Well it does help that you are one of my best friends," Zay said as he took a bite of her cake.

"Zay!" Riley scolded with a laugh.

"Quality assurance" Zay mumbled with his mouth full.

"And?" Riley said as he took another bite.

"It's ok" He joked and Riley let out a laugh.

"Zay Man!" Riley turned around to see Maya walking with a messenger bag.

"No love for me Peaches," Riley said, taking a bite of her cake.

"Well that depends on you Honey, did you finish the next chapter?" Maya asked.

Riley smiled triumphantly and pulled out her iPad and notebook. Maya grinned and snatched the two out of her hands.

"Riles! You've been holding out on me! Now I can draw Violet and Peaches, I've been lacking some great art time" Maya cooed and flipped through the pages.

"I still can't believe you two are creating a graphic novel," Zay said as he took the last bite of cake and grabbed the plate.

Riley tilted her head in disbelief of Zay eating her snack and let out a chuckle. Yet he was right who knew that Riley Matthews could write so well. It was well known Maya had amazing artistic abilities, but one day Farkle and Maya read a short story that Riley wrote. They couldn't believe that Riley had a way to convey her emotions onto paper.

So junior year Riley and Maya began writing a series called Violet and Peaches. The series was about two best friends that fought crimes and had the ability to turn into cats. It was a silly idea, but anything could be possible in their world.

Their little crew actually would have weekly meet-ups and read the adventures and discuss what they believe should happen next. Maya would sketch the new ideas and Riley would write it all down. Farkle has even suggested that they submit it to publishing companies to get offers. However, Riley declines every time while Maya boasts about being the next great graphic designer.

"Believe it, Zay!" Maya said and stopped at a page.

"Riles this is it, this is Violet and Peaches next adventure, I love it," Maya said and a bright smile graced her face,

"Thanks," Riley said and shrugged.

"No drawing Maya we have to head to the Homecoming Game!" Zay said as Maya pulled out her sketchbook.

"Do we have to?" Maya whined and frowned.

"Of course Riley here is our homecoming queen nominee," Zay said and threw his apron onto the countertop.

"Zay you have to lock up," Topanga said as she came from behind.

"But Mrs. M, the game, Riley, Cheerleaders!" Zay rambled and widened his eyes.

"Mom, I got it," Riley said and walked behind the counter.

"Riley aren't you supposed to be at the game to walk across and everything?" Topanga asked.

"I'll be a few minutes late it's fine, really besides, we are closing in twenty minutes, guys go have fun, it gives me private Riley writing time," Riley said and placed her hands under her chin.

"Riles, you sure?" Maya asked as she stood from her seat.

"Totally fine Peaches!" Riley said and grinned.

"Zay!"

Riley's grin faltered from her face when she heard the familiar voice. A voice that she didn't hear often, yet it still sent waves throughout her body. She looked down at the grain of the counter before she felt his presence nearby. He didn't acknowledge her or greet her, but he did glance at her.

"Lucas dude what are you doing here?" Zay asked as Maya glanced between Riley and Lucas.

"Dude you said we were meeting up at four-thirty, it's almost five" Lucas laughed as Zay patted his arm.

"Sorry late shift today, but come on we are all going to the game now," Zay said as Maya grabbed Riley's hand.

"Coming Maya?" Lucas asked as he turned to the Blonde.

"Yeah, Huckleberry" Maya retorted before giving Riley a squeeze.

The three began walking towards the door as Topanga followed slowly behind them. In a silent walk towards the subway, the three of them did not say anything. It could have been the awkward tension or the fact that Riley's mother was a few feet behind them.

"What the Princess isn't joining?" Lucas asked and rolled his eyes.

"Lucas!" Maya scolded and pinched his arm.

Maya didn't want Lucas bashing Riley especially in front of her own mother. Lucas wasn't surprised at Maya's actions; however, he was surprised at her using his name. He didn't make it easy for his friends to spend time with him whenever Riley tagged along.

Somehow he would end up canceling or make Riley feel uncomfortable that she would leave. It was like a switch came on inside of him that made him have to hurt her feelings. Maya had every right to be protective, but he just could not help himself.

"Sorry, Maya I guess I forget you have to protect the Princess" Lucas said and let out a chuckle.

Maya rolled her eyes and shoved him into Zay which made them fall on the ground. Topanga came over and Maya pulled her away from the two boys. Zay jostled Lucas off of him and stood up.

"Why Lucas? Why do you have to be an ass about Riley?" Zay demanded.

"She makes it easy Zay," Lucas said and stood up from the ground. He wiped his jeans and shook his head in anger. Lucas clenched his jaw and made fists before releasing them.

"Cut it out, at least for tonight! It is our last homecoming game and I want to enjoy it with all my best friends" Zay begged and clasped his hands together.

"Whatever let's just catch up to Maya so we can't sit with Smackle and Farkle," Lucas said as he pointed to the subway.

"Crap I left my wallet back at Topanga's, I think Riles is still there" Zay commented and smacked his pants.

"Look I got it don't worry, I won't say anything mean to the Princess," Lucas said and rolled his eyes.

Zay bit back his words and just held up his hands to allow Lucas to go to the café. At least in his mind, the two had to say something to one another. Lucas handed Zay his MetroCard before walking back to Topanga's. He had no idea what he was going to say to Riley and he hoped he didn't have to. He walked down a flight of stairs to see the door closed and the lights were off inside of Topanga's.

Lucas was surprised to see the lights were all off at Topanga's and placed his hands on the glass. He peered into the darkness to see nothing but an empty café. He pulled the door to see that it was unlocked and felt uneasy about what was going on. Despite not speaking to Riley, he knew she wasn't irresponsible to leave the place unlocked.

"Um hello?" Lucas called out as he walked into the dark café. The bell rang over his head and he reached to his left to find the light switch when he saw something from the corner of his eye. Lucas fell back into the glass door with a heavy shove shattering the glass. He groaned and noticed that the person was dressed in all black and was running up the stairs.

Adrenaline began to build up in him and he scrambled onto his feet. He scurried inside and began looking for Riley.

"Ri- Ril - Riley?!" His voice shook with vulnerability and he was surprised he even got her name out. Chairs were strewn haphazardly on the floor and the café counter was bare except for a rag. Lucas heard a whimper and knew where she was. He slid to his knees and saw Riley lying face down behind the bar. Her hair was spread out around her and her skirt hiked up.

"Riley?" Lucas cried and picked her head up as she cried again.

"Lucas?" She questioned as tried sitting up.

"Riley, please stay still I have to call the cops" Lucas begged as he searched for his phone in his pocket. His fingers trembled as he dialed the police and his voice cracked. After reading off the numbers to the police and hanging up he looked down at Riley who was curled in a fetal position.

He studied her as he noticed her underwear further away from the two and he froze. That was a question he didn't want to be answered right now. All that he knew was that she needed him and the three years of anger melted away. She pulled down her skirt and tried sitting up which made Lucas move away.

"No Lucas please, don't leave me" She cried and held him tightly.

"Please I know you don't like me, but don't leave me alone, please Lucas, please"

He held her tightly as she broke down within his arms.

"Don't worry Riley I got you, no one will hurt, no one" He whispered.

He held her for about five minutes before the cops arrived. Before he knew it Riley was on a stretcher and cops were asking him about twenty questions at once. Yet it didn't matter because he just stared at Riley as she was strapped in and crying.

"Son?" The Officer asked.

"I … I … didn't see him sir, but I know he was heavier and taller than I" Lucas croaked.

The Officer noticed Lucas's gaze and patted him on the back. He comprehended that Lucas was not going to be helpful until he knew that Riley was going to be alright.

"Lucas?" Riley cried and Lucas walked over. She grabbed his hand and began to cry as the paramedic placed an IV in her arm.

"I'm right here Riley," Lucas said as she squeezed his hand.

"Young man, only family can ride with her, you can meet us at Mount Sinai," The Paramedic said as Riley gripped his hand tighter.

"Please" Lucas begged as the stretcher moved away from him and Riley thrashed crying for Lucas.

Lucas stood dumbfounded and watched Riley begged for him. Thumps filled his ears and he realized his own heart was racing for her. He was scared for her and he did not know what to do.

"Son?" The Officer said and Lucas turned to him. The Officer handed Lucas's what he could only figure was Riley's bag and some papers.

"Go to her," The Officer said as Lucas without a second thought ran out of Topanga's.

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Smarkle with farkle jealous

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For the prompts, something Smarkle with constellations? And maybe a bit angsty? Thank!

               “How is your hand?” Isadora Smackle asks. Farkle Minkus looks up at her as she sits down beside him on the steps of Lucas’ grandfather’s house in Texas. This had been Riley and Lucas’ idea. One last trip together, before the six of them, were split apart. Some would stay together, like Lucas, Riley, and Maya who were joining Josh at NYU. But while Zay would stay in New York, he’d be going to Juilliard; Farkle would also remain close to the city but would be attending Princeton in New Jersey. As for Smakle, in her true genius form, she had been accepted into Oxford in London. All the way across the ocean.

The male genius brings his hand out of the glass of ice that Pappy Joe had given him and flexes it. It still stings a little and is still red where his knuckles had made contact with the guy’s nose.

“You should not have hit him.” Smackle tells him softly, “You are an intellect like myself, Farkle. You know violence is not the answer. Besides, you want to be a scientist. You could have broken your hand.” Yes, he could’ve broken his hand. But it felt so good to hit him.

               Farkle glances back at Smackle, before looking up at the sky.

“You know we’ll be under the same sky at night Isadora? We’ll be seeing the same sky. The same stars,” Farkle says instead.

“Farkle, we’ve talked about this,” the raven haired genius sighs, “We are geniuses. We know better than anyone the statistics of long distance relationship.”

“But that’s it, Isadora. We,” he gestures between them, “Know the statistics. If there was a couple that could handle it. It would be us.”

He then grabs her hand and squeezes. But Isadora pulls away gently and Farkle feels his heart drop.

“I’m sorry, Farkle. But I can’t risk us falling apart and hating each other. I’d rather we end things on good terms.” She leans over and kisses the corner of his mouth gently. He turns and catches her lips with his own. Pulling away from her softly, he smiles sadly at her.

“I’m sorry to Isadora.”    

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Girl Meets Season 6 - Episode Nineteen - Girl Meets Date Nights (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/KOPb2gbVL7 The Journey from High School and into College will test everything Riley knew about her life, her friendships and her love. What life lessons will she learn in her first year of college?

Guess who’s back to writing!!!!

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GMW Fanfic - Farkle and Smackle: Ready for the Next Step

Summary: After years of long lasting friendship, finally it’s the day of Farkle and Smackle’s wedding. Nuff said.

Scene 1:

-Outside of a church one afternoon, a large group of individuals stood in front of Farkle who was speaking to all of them.

Farkle: Thank you everyone. I'm glad you all made it. And of course I'm very happy that you were able to be here for…

-Suddenly from nearby, Smackle ran towards Farkle as she smiled.

Smackle: Farkle! Catch me!

-Smackle then jumped into the air as Farkle's eyes got wide.

Farkle: Aaaaahhh!

-Farkle then moving quickly tried to hold out his arms trying to catch Smackle. Smackle landed in Farkle's arms but the two both immediately fell onto the ground.

Farkle: Uuuuggggg. Smackle… you okay?

Smackle: THAT WAS AWESOME! Now I wanna re-enact that scene from my childhood fanfiction where the magical pony known as Rainbow Dash leads her army of Transformers in their war against Voltron: Defender of the Universe! Of course, the enemy might have a secret ally since rumor has it that Optimus was their spokesperson as a part time job back in the 80's.

Farkle: Smackle, can you get up? It's time for our wedding rehearsal.

-Smackle then jumped up seeing the crowd of people in front of her.

Smackle: Yay! You brought everybody that's gonna be at our wedding tomorrow to the rehearsal.

-Farkle then got up as he stood near Smackle.

Farkle: Well there was no telling what kind of… unforeseen circumstances might occur on our wedding day. So I decided everybody should be prepared.

Smackle: Aww. You left wiggle room for me and my ingenious spontaneity. I love you so much my beloved. Ooo! But I hope you have some wiggle room in you right now. My Uncle Fred who is bringing his special piano to our wedding is dropping in from his flight from Sweden right now.

Farkle: Oh, does someone have to pick him up?

Smackle: No. That's why I'm glad you have wiggle room. He's dropping in right now. Look up.

-Farkle then looked up seeing both a man wearing a parachute and a large piano attached to a parachute dropping down towards him. Farkle's eyes then got huge as he screamed.

Farkle: Aaaaahhh!

Scene 2:

-In a large dining hall, several individuals were getting a large amount of food ready. Farkle entered the room and walked towards one of the individuals that was setting up: Lucas.

Farkle: Hey. Room looks great. You and Leena have done some great work in here.

Lucas: Thanks. By the way, you okay? Heard some screaming earlier... and then I saw a gorilla running around outside.

Farkle: Oh yeah. No big. I mean once you run away from bats, dealing with a hip hop dancing gorilla from Poland is no issue. Now from the looks of it, all of the guests are here except for…

-Suddenly Farkle's thoughts were interrupted by the voice of his friend: Riley.

Riley: Farkle!

-Farkle turned to see Riley walk into the room and towards her.

Farkle: Riley!

-Farkle and Riley instantly gave each other a strong hug and then sat at a table together.

Farkle: Riley, I am so glad you made it.

Riley: Wouldn't miss this weekend for anything for my long time friend.

Farkle: So where's Maya and…

Riley: Upstairs. And speaking of my wife… Wow. You and Smackle… getting married.

Farkle: What makes it so wow? The fact that it took me so long to ask her, or the fact that I actually did ask her.

Riley: Both actually.

Farkle: Riley, listen… you've been a good friend to me for so many years now. So I need you to give me an honest answer to a question I'm about to ask.

Riley: Yeah. What is it buddy?

Farkle: Do... do you think I'm ready to marry Smackle? Am I ready for this next step?

Riley: Farkle… first off, you're smarter than most people for just asking that question. And second: I know you love Smackle. Because only love could cause you to look past Smackle's… quirks… and see her for the true caring and loving soul she is. You shouldn't prolong this any longer. You're ready to marry her. You're ready for the next step.

-Suddenly incredibly loud rock music and elephant noises could be heard causing Riley and Farkle to cover their ears. From nearby, Lucas turned the volume on a set of loud speakers down as he called out to Farkle.

Lucas: Sorry. I was just testing the sound system with the playlist Smackle left for me. Are you guys really playing Rock Music with Elephants as the soundtrack to your wedding reception?

-Riley and Farkle then looked at each other with faces of uncertainty.

Riley: Well maybe you're not ready for her taste in music. But that's a little detail you can work on later.

Scene 3:

-In a church sanctuary, many people were sitting in seats while at the front of the room Farkle stood in front of everyone as he spoke loudly.

Farkle: Okay, everyone. So after the opening music plays, we'll get to the part of the ceremony where…

-Suddenly a rope attached to the ceiling fell down near Farkle, and then Smackle appeared sliding down the rope and jumped right next to Farkle.

Smackle: Where I'll jump into the sanctuary like a Ninja Penguin from Nigeria.

Farkle: Smackle, I thought you were going to go down the aisle with your bridesmaids near you.

Smackle: Well this is just the rehearsal. I'll still go down the aisle once NASA gives me my supersonic jet pack back.

Farkle: Oh. So I guess now we have to make sure no planes are flying over the church tomorrow morning. Any other changes to the ceremony we should be made aware of?

Smackle: Hmm… Nope. I'm good. Thank you for being so flexible with all of my changes beloved.

Farkle: Well… you're worth it to me Smackle.

Smackle: You know Farkle… I never thought anyone would want to marry a silly girl like me. So when I finally found someone who was just willing to be my best friend, I decided I would be satisfied with just that. But when I realized that you wanted to marry me, it felt like an impossible dream was coming true. I can't wait to marry you tomorrow.

Farkle: And I can't wait either. Which is why I wanna get married right now.

Smackle: What?

-Farkle then got close to Smackle and held her hands.

Farkle: The pastor knew I was gonna do this along with everyone else here. Smackle, I don't want to wait one more minute of having my life not tied to yours. We have our closest friends and family here right now. We can make all of tomorrow just one super long reception full of any... interesting ideas you want to suddenly dish out. But today… I want this to be the day I marry you.

Smackle: So if we get married today and have no ceremony tomorrow… then we'll have extra time for the tap dancing buffalo from Ireland! You are brilliant!

Farkle: Well considering how spontaneous you are, I figured I might as well start.

Smackle: But where are our wedding rings. We're gonna need….

-Farkle smiled as he then got on one knee and took out of his pocket two wedding rings and held one in front of Smackle.

Farkle: Isadora Smackle… will you marry me right now?

-Smackle began to smile as she covered part of her face with one hand as tears of happiness began to come out of her eyes. Smackle then nodded as she moved her hand down.

Smackle: Yes Farkle. I will marry you right now.

THE END

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Looking for some good fanfictions to read

Hi guys!!!!! So like, I've just finished reading a really good fanfiction and now I want to read something else but I don't know what. Any suggestions? Stuff on wattpad or fanfiction.net. It could be an original story (I'm a sucker for romance fanfics) or it could be for one of my OTPs listed below! Thanks 💖💖💖 xxx

Smarkle (Farkle x Smackle)

Peraltiago (Jake x Amy)

Klaine (Kurt x Blaine)

Everlark (Peeta x Katniss)

Hinny (Harry x Ginny)