(A/N) This is a Rucas Fanfic based off of the 2004 movie Chasing Liberty. There are side pairings such as some Riarkle (at the beginning) and Joshaya. It may seem a little confusing for those who haven't seen the movie but Maya and Josh are secret service and they often only call each other by their last names, at least in this chapter they are also supposed to be a few years older than Riley and Riley is 17/18 in this fanfic.. So I hope you enjoy, and please comment and review.

Riley Matthews sat in front of the mirror in her bedroom, applying makeup for her date tonight, she didn't go too dramatic. Just enough to tell she was wearing makeup. She had tried on many different outfits, trying to find the Perfect one, saying "of course you can kiss me" every time she looked at herself in the mirror, saying it different ways each time. Her date, Farkle Minkus was just pulling up in front of her house... the White House, and was nervous as well, looking at himself in the rear view mirror and adjusting his appearance.
"Identification please." The security guard announced as the boy drove up to the gate.
"Hi. Farkle Minkus, That's uh M-I-"
"Just your ID please." The Security repeated.
"I'm uh here to pick up..." Farkle trailed off before he noticed the guard was already walking away with his Identification. "...Okay."
The security Guard walked over to another in the office, "Farkle Minkus here to pick up Liberty."
"Check's out." The other replied.
"It's not every day you come to the Whitehouse for a date... Well maybe when Clinton was in office, right?" Farkle stated jokingly.
"Would you please get out of the car, Mr. Minkus?" The security guard asked him.
"That was a joke..." Farkle told him, suddenly feeling afraid but he did as he was instructed. "Seriously, how many guns are pointed at me right now?" He asked.
"I'll need those flowers too." The security guard informed him.

A little while later Riley finally came out of her house and walked toward his car, the orange flowers now slightly battered after being inspected. Farkle was sitting there in shock, wondering what he got himself into.
"Hi Farkle." Riley said as she got closer, waving slightly at him with the tips of her fingers. Letting out a small laugh as their eyes met.
"Wow. Uh..." Farkle breathed as he started to get out of his car to open her door, only to have one of her doormen open it for her, so he sat back down in his seat. "These uh... were for you." Farkle lifted up the flowers to show her, "It would've impressed you." He said defeated.
"No! No, no no! They still do they... died for their country." Riley told him, holding up the head of a flower that had fallen off, earning herself a laugh from Farkle.
"Do you wanna get out of her?" Farkle asked.
"More than you know." Riley told him with a laugh.
They pulled up to the gate as it opened for them, waiting for the gate to open fully Farkle and Riley shared a smile, "Alone at last." He told her before they drove off the premises only to be followed by four security vehicles.

Outside of the restaurant where the two were having their date, undercover agents sat watching them, "All agents are in position, and if you get a moment can you walk me out a latte? Iced. Soy." One radioed from outside
The couple was laughing as they waited for their meal. "I am so glad you finally asked me out, it wasn't that hard was it? I mean, come on, I'm easy!" Riley exclaimed before realizing her words, "Okay I'm not easy but... I'm just gonna shut up because I don't know what I'm saying right now."
"I have wanted to ask you out for a really long time now... but I was a little intimidated." Farkle told her.
"Because of my father?" Riley asked sincerely, leaning into him slightly from across the table.
"No, because you're easy." He remarked earning a laugh from Riley, "I'm just going with what you said."
"Looks like Liberty found herself a good one this time." An agent from a FedEx fan said, watching their date from the hidden cameras. "I hate first dates... Too painful." He stated.
"For you or the girl?" Another agent asked, speaking into a hidden microphone from inside the restaurant.
"All I want is to love and be loved, Hart." The man retorted. She nodded with a smile on her face.
"Hello..." A woman and her daughters approached the couple on their date.
"Hi." Riley smiled at the two. She noticed the camera in the woman's hand and her nervous behaviour. "Would you like to take a picture?" She offered sweetly.
"That would be great!" The woman exclaimed.
"Okay," Riley whispered encouragingly, "come here." She motioned for the young girls to come stand beside her.
"Go, go, go!" Her mother pushed.
"Stand right here." Riley told the two and looked back at the woman.
"We're visiting from Florida, I voted for your father... My husband didn't care for him but we're not together anymore. Not because of that! Because there were other... other things too. But I got the girls!" The woman babbled nervously. "Lilly, get over there." She pointed to the other side of Riley so that they would be on either side of her.
"Come here." Riley encouraged again. "Here we go, stand here." She put her arms around the two girls. Farkle leaned in closer so he too would be a part of the picture.
The woman motioned for Farkle to get out of the picture and when he pulled back she quickly thanked him in an annoyed tone. She snapped the picture of her daughters with Riley. "Oh that's great! Thank you!"
"You're welcome!" Riley replied kindly. The mother motioned for her girls to come with her and they left the couple alone. "Enjoy Washington." Riley told them.
"Thank you!" The woman called over her shoulder. Earning eyes on Riley as they left.
"H-how can you stand to have all these people staring at you and coming up to you all the time?" Farkle asked, a little taken back from the situation.
"It's part of the job description! I mean after six years in the Whitehouse and eight years as the Governor's daughter I don't really know anything else..." Riley told him in a quiet voice.
"Well... I think you'd get all this attention even if you weren't the First Daughter." Farkle told her. Reaching over and grabbing her hands in his, playing with each other's fingers.
"You look good in that blouse, you should wear that more often." The agent in the FedEx van told Hart.
"Actually it's a sweater." Hart deadpanned.
"Sweater, blouse, you wear it well. Take a compliment."
"Have you heard from Rhode Island yet?" Riley asked Farkle.
"Yeah, I got in." He told her, Riley's jaw dropped in a silent gasp.
"Congratulations! I knew you would." She said, pointing at him for emphasis.
"Well my parents are really pushing pre-med."
"I have this theory about parents." Riley piped up, "They want you to appreciate the good things in life but not do them."
"Uhh... I think we got something at Nine O'clock." Hart said into her mic as a group of boys headed toward the couples table.
"Hey! Thought I'd make this night a little more memorable." One of the guys said as he reached their table.
"Uh he's reaching, Go!" Hart called into her microphone and a swarm of undercover guards sprang into action. One grabbed the guy while others tackled the other group members.
"What are you guys doing!" Riley called as her and Farkle got up from their table. "No, no, no, wait!"
"Hey what are you doing, these are my friends!" Farkle said, watching the chaos unfold before him.

Riley and Farkle stood outside of the restaurant, watching police pat down his friends.
"I am so sorry." Riley apologized, her arms crossed in front of her, hugging herself.
"I should wait for them." Farkle told her, taking a small step back from her and towards his friends.
"What? No, no! It's still early we can go catch a movie or something." Riley argued, looking at him hopefully.
"Riley..." Farkle began, switching his weight from his left foot to his right, "You are really great... But this is just... way too out of control for me. I'm sorry." He said, shaking his head before walking away from her.
"Of course you can kiss me..." Riley whispered, disappointed and hurt.
"Matthews to control: We're taking Liberty home." The agent from the FedEx fan radioed.