Riley Matthews stared at herself in the mirror, concerned. Did I just make the worst mistake of my life? She pursed her lips and grabbed her phone, texting Farkle, 'Come over now. Parents aren't home so you can enter through the front door.'

The seventeen year old straightened out her dress and sat on her bed nervously. In little time, she heard Farkle let himself into the apartment and soon saw him peek into her room.

"Woah," Farkle said, smiling. "Babe, your hair looks great."

"Really?" Riley asked, jumping up. "I wanted to try something new to look adultish, but I'm scared I just made myself look five." Riley looked down, tugging on her newly shortened hair which was styled into a wedge.

"Riles," Farkle started, walking over to her, "you look gorgeous. Like a totally mature young adult." He then leaned down the eight inches between them and kissed his secret girlfriend on the lips. Riley giggled against him and pulled away.

"We need to go to school," she grinned out before frowning, "alone." Farkle groaned.

"Why don't we just tell people at our school we're dating or at least friends?" Farkle asked his girlfriend. "Why can't we talk or even look at each other?"

"We've been over this, Farkle!" Riley exclaimed, frustrated and banging her fists into her hips. "If my parents learn we're hanging out again, they'll start pestering me over when the full gang will get back together. It took them two years to get over the initial break up. I can't go through that again."

"Okay," Farkle said as he began to walk out. "I love you." Then he was gone. Instead of crying, Riley attempted to focus on being content with her new haircut.

"Look at you, Rikey Matthews," she whispered to herself, looking in the mirror once more. "You look intelligent and ready to take on the world. Two months of silly high school left and then it's college and then it's medical school." She paused to breathe. "Then it's being a doctor, marrying your wacky scientist of a boyfriend, and having 1.3 kids. It's fine, it's fine. Everything's fine."

Riley entered school that day feeling in control after her self-pep-talk. However, Farkle just couldn't let the topic go. During forth block, their shared free block, Farkle found Riley and pulled her into a closet that was never opened.

"Riley, we should come out. I know you're scared, but-"

"You think I'm scared?" Riley asked him. "I'm not scared, Farkle. I just don't see the point of stirring up drama right before we graduate. We have the rest of our lives to share our relationship with everyone. Why is it important to you that we do it now?"

Farkle ignored her question and instead stuttered out, "You want to spend the rest of your life with me?"

"Of course," Riley replied, stunned. "I love you, wait, did you think I didn't?" Everything suddenly made sense. Farkle's insecurity made sense. "Farkle, you've become my everything and I can't see that changing." Farkle grabbed her in a hug.

"I love you, too, Riley," he told her and the happy couple let the topic drop.

Unfortunately for them, the 'closet' was the audio room from the school's very live radio announcements. Riley's jaw dropped when she made eye contact with the smirking hosts of the show. It wasn't the luckiest thing to have the school's biggest gossips as the radio hosts.

"We're going to go down in history after this show," Riley heard one girl mumble quietly to the other.