"Riley this is impossible," Farkle wined. Dropping her hand, he let out an exasperated groan. "I'm never going to learn how to waltz in time for the wedding."

The two of them were in Farkle's spacious apartment working on some last minute choreography for Lucas and Maya's wedding. Maya insisted that she wanted her wedding party to have at least one dance together, much to Farkle's dismay. Since Farkle was the best man and Riley the maid of honor they would be dancing together.

"Farkle Minkus I will not allow you to give up. Now, put your hand on my back and we'll take it from the top." No longer a klutzy eight grader, Riley had made it her personal mission to teach Farkle how to dance.

Farkle looked like he might protest but after a glance at Riley's face, he thought better of it.

Dutifully he took Riley's right hand in his left. "Good." Riley placed her hand on his shoulder blade, "Remember, keep your back straight." Starting the music, they were off. Farkle managed a couple of steps before stumbling.

"You're not counting," Riley scolded as they resumed their positions. "You have to count."

"I can't count and not trip at the same time," Farkle snapped. Riley let his tone slide, chalking it off to frustration. They'd been at it all afternoon and he'd yet to make any progress.

They started dancing again, this time with Farkle counting under his breath.

1-2-3 1-2-3

"Elbows up," Riley reminded him.

Together they glided around the room following the beat of the music.

Riley giggled inwardly at the look of concentration on Farkle's face. His brow was furrowed, gaze trained on their feet. His lips moved but no sound came out.

1-2-3 1-2-3

He looked...cute.

The thought caused her to falter. Riley stepped with her left foot instead of her right and in a mess of arms and limbs they both went tumbling down. Farkle twisted, maneuvering her on top of him, cushioning the brunt of her fall. Groaning he closed his eyes.

"Can I give up now?"

Riley giggled nervously, this was all her fault. He didn't need to know her lack of focus on the dance and extreme interest in him had caused this mess.

They both lay on the floor catching their breath. Farkle always did the recommended thirty minutes of daily exercise but it was nothing compared to dancing.

After a few moments, Farkle finally registered the weight on his chest.

"Riley?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I get up now?"

"I don't wanna get up—you're fluffy." Riley snuggled further into his chest. "You're fluffier than Hazel the Hippo," Riley remarked.

That wasn't possible, he was wearing sweatpants and an old t-shirt he'd sweated through hours ago.

Nevertheless, Farkle laughed while at the same time feeling touched, he couldn't believe she still had that frilly stuffed animal.

"I'll take that as a compliment. Now, can I please get up? The floor is starting to feel a little hard."

Reluctantly Riley rolled off of him.

"One more time," she said. "This time, we're doing the turn."

Riley gave Farkle the rudiments of their next steps, after stepping and sliding across the room with her imaginary partner she came to a stop in front of Farkle.

"Ready?"

"No."

Riley rolled her eyes for the millionth time that evening.

"When I get married I'm not putting my wedding party through this kind of torture," Farkle stated.

Riley was curious, "What if that's what your wife wants?"

"If that's what you want, sure." Farkle shrugged.

Riley paused a moment before answering, "I like dancing, but not to that extent. Just me, you, and our favorite song is fine."

Farkle flashed her a grateful smile before pulling Riley flush against him. Neither of them noticing the turn their conversation had taken.

The music floated through the sound system and their bodies began to move. Determined not to look at his feet Farkle focused on Riley's face instead. Her hair was gathered in a ponytail, a few tendrils framing her flushed face. Her eyes were sparkling happily as he led her around his living room, careful not to bump into any of the furniture.

The music reached its crescendo and Farkle prepared for the turn. But being prepared didn't equate to actually being able to dance. He lifted his arm for Riley to pass under but forgot to stand still and allow her twist. Accidentally he stuck his leg out tripping Riley who began to fall backward.

His heart plummeted and he reached for her but he only succeeded in falling. He landed next to her with a thump. Recovering quickly he scrambled to where she lay, frantically checking for any injuries.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" His fingers trailed her arms searching for any bruises.

"I'm fine Farkle." Riley attempted to get up but Farkle placed a hand on her shoulder, gently pushing her back down.

"Riley, please." Exasperated Riley waited for Farkle to conduct his examination. He was a resident at the local hospital and she knew arguing was futile.

Her top had risen up exposing a bit of milky flesh, unintentionally his gaze lingered. His fingers tracing a small birthmark, his brain ignoring the fact that it was past time he moved on to her foot. Instead, he focused on the goosebumps that were beginning to form beneath his fingertips. She squirmed beneath him, the movement was barely noticeable but enough to get him back on track. After checking her ankle and making sure she hadn't sprained anything he finally removed his arm from her shoulder.

"You really do have two left feet don't you Farkle Minkus?"

Sheepishly he propped himself up on one elbow, "Sorry."

"Let's just get through this wedding without killing each other."

"It's hopeless," Farkle sighed, "I'm just going to tell Lucas to get a new best man."

"I'm sure Zay is ready to take that position," Riley grinned. "But that leaves you to dance with Smackle. And I'm not sure Zay is going to like that."

Zay was very protective of his girlfriend, he understood that Smackle and Farkle had once been a thing but a dance between exes was something that would leave anyone nervous.

Farkle shifted closer to her before whispering, "I don't want you dancing with Zay either."

Riley blinked once, twice, thrice.

He was still above her, eyes as mysterious as ever. Her mouth had gone dry. She felt his eyes on her. Watching her every move. He watched as her tongue nervously came out to wet her lips, his gaze darkening with each passing second.

Her gaze flickered to his mouth and then back up to his azure eyes. His previous concern had been replaced with a heat Riley felt down to her core.

Both of them leaned forward, the space between their mouths becoming smaller with each passing second. Her heart was beating so loud she was sure Farkle could hear it. Farkle's hand cupped her face bringing them even closer. Eyelids shut he closed the gap. Then, at the last possible moment, Riley turned her head. She felt his lips, soft and warm pressing against her cheek.

Farkle stilled a moment before opening his eyes.

But Riley was no longer there. He saw the tail end of a coat before he heard his apartment door slam shut.

Shocked Farkle sat abandoned in the middle of his apartment.

What the hell had just happened?