A/N: Hey, you guys. This is the new riarkle fanfiction I was talking about. So, I'm pretty well known for not continuing stories... But that's usually because I don't have the entire plot worked out and then I get writers block. This time is totally different because I really thoroughly planned this one. Make sure to read the author's note at the bottom when you finish because I have some important to share with you guys. I hope you guys like it. Enjoy.

"Please," Farkle whined. "I'm beggin you. You're the only person I have to ask."

"That's not true," Smackle replied, "You have plenty on girl friends. What about— or have you asked— can't you just—" Smackle sputtered out. She was stumped.

"Hah! I was right. You are the only person I can ask," Farkle said triumphantly.

"I guess I could ask Zay if it's okay, " Smackle finally relented.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." Farkle repeated over and over again while he gave Smackle a huge hug.

His parents were forcing him to go to the wedding of a Matthews, and he just knew that if he couldn't find a date, they'd set him up with the Matthews' daughter, Riley. It's not like he hated Riley. It's just that the last time he saw her, she was wearing her princess crown around the school forcing the boys to is her so she could find her prince. And anyways, what right did his parents have for setting him up anyways. He was only 23. He has time to find a girlfriend eventually. He just wants to have a little fun first.

"Get off me you weirdo," Smackle yelled. She pushed Farkle off of her shoulders. "I have a boyfriend, your best friend, in fact, and therefore, we cannot fall in love."

"Please, Smackle. I think we've long established that we don not —"

"I wasn't finished," Smackle interrupted. "There will be rules set in place to avoid anything from happening between us. You may only give me pecks on the cheek; you may put your hands here," Smackle pointed to her shoulders, "and here," Smackle held her waist. "Oh, and Zay must be in attendance at all times."

"At least one kiss on the mouth in front of my parents, and I'm in." Farkle puts his hand out for a shake.

"Okay let's do this thing." She shakes his hand.

Farkle starts to vacate Smackle's apartment when he realizes that he left out an important detail.

"Oh and Smackle, I may have forgotten one important thing," Farkle squeaked out.

Smackle just stared at him with a blank, annoyed stare.

"The wedding is over three days. Thanks. Love you. Bye." And Farkle slammed the door behind him.

"FARKLE!" Smackle screamed.

A/N: So, this is just the first scene of the work. I want to see your responses to it before I continue to write more heavily. Don't forget to leave a review, so that I can judge how much you like this fic. Also, be sure to leave any ideas that you'll like to see featured in this piece. I already have the whole thing planned out, but I can always add in a scene or two if your idea fits and is good enough. Also, I really want to know if I should know if I should keep this entire fic is Farkle's pov and then write another fanfic in Riley's pov or if I should just do both in this fic. Put your answer in the review or check out my poll. Finally, I'm hosting Girl Meets Movie Night on Tumblr this weekend for it's final installment, and we'll be watching the Notebook. You can find more information about the event in my profile. Thanks for reading you guys, and don't forget to review.

- The Bookworm