I'm a girl meets world fan. I'm not really look at every detail obsessed, but I was thinking about Farkle. Well... Here:
Farkle sat at the kitchen table doing homework. He always sat at the kitchen homework. He always checked and re-checked easy math problems until his dad came home just so the first thing his dad would do when he got home was talk to him. He loved his dad and never doubted that his dad loved him back, but sometimes he felt a bit unsure about things. Wouldn't you be uneasy if you knew your dad loved someone more than he would ever love your mom? Someone who was actually the mother of your best friend? He hated the thought that his dad was still hung up on Riley's mom, and sometimes he feared that his dad would never be able to love him that much because he wasn't the son of the woman his dad had wanted. It was exhausting to think about.
"Hello Farkle." His dad said, strolling into the kitchen, wearing his fancy suit and a smug smile. He wore that smug smile a lot. That, "I have everything I want why would you think otherwise?" smile. The smile was a liar. His father wanted more. He wanted Topanga and it was a sick obsession. An obsession that made it hard for Farkle to sleep at night. One that made things tense between his mom and dad. One that made Farkle want to scream, scream things like, "JUST GET OVER HER DAD." Or, "THIS WHOLE THING IS INSANITY WHY DO YOU EVEN PRETEND TO LOVE EACH OTHER?" He honestly believed that his mom actually loved his dad, and that his dad just pretended to love her back because nothing else would love him. But Farkle loved his dad. He looked up to and admired him and it was painful to know that his dad was... A fraud. A fake. Sort of an actor, like Maya's mom. Putting on a show for everyone. Pretending he was happy, pretending that his job and his money and his family made him happy. But he wasn't happy. Farkle could tell that his father wasn't happy. He pretended to pull Farkle close but every sign pointed to his dad really wanting to push him away. It was terrifying. He wanted his dad to care about him and his mom more than anything else in the world. But the way he'd looked at Topanga on career day. Compared to the way he looked at his wife, treating her as if she was a boring toy that he'd outgrown long ago. Putting her on display for whoever was interested but not really taking an interest in her at all. No, no that's wrong. He didn't just put his wife on display, he put his wife and son on display. Showing off, showing, look how amazing my family is, is your family this amazing? No. I doubt that it is. Go cry in the corner, completely ashamed.
But Farkle never felt that his dad was proud of him except when his dad was acting, playing the part of a proud father. And that was empty, meaningless. Fake. And Farkle bought it. Time and time and again he hoped that his father was actually proud of him but no. No he never was. It was agonizing.
"How's homework coming along?" His dad asked casually.
"I'm done." Farkle said. And his dad took it to mean that he was done with that day's assignments, which he was. But Farkle meant more. He'd seen how much Mr. Matthews actually cared about Riley. And his teacher cared also about Maya and Lucas and even him. Mr. Matthews cared more about Farkle than his own dad did. And seeing that, that kind of caring and unconditional love and all of that, that made him fed up with the act his dad put on. So he wad done with being lied too, done with being put on display, and done with letting his dad's false pride matter to him.
Farkle stood up, exited the kitchen, and went in to his mom's room, where they talked about life and homework and his dad and everything. Because Farkle loved his mom. And she actually cared about him. And she would support him being done, even if she wasn't able to completely get over Stuart Minkus' obvious fakeness.
Wow that was intense.