Hello my lovelies!
So I wasn't originally going to make this story a multi-chapter story but I wanted a collection of stories for Riarkle shippers out there. So these are unrelated unless said so and yeah! Enjoy! Disclaimer: I do not own GMW
Summary: Farkle and Riley learn that kissing booths can come in handy.
She had to admit, for the long amount of time that Riley had known Maya, she hadn't actually expected her to trick her into working at the kissing booth at her local fair. She really should've known that she was going to at one point or another. But Riley hadn't been paying attention and was instead looking for jobs online so when Maya innocently asked her to man the booth for a little, Riley mumbled a 'sure' and moved to where Maya previously was.
She hadn't noticed Maya's casual movement of slipping on her jacket and running to the exit of the fair to escape for a makeout session with her boyfriend, Josh. She did notice when a group of arguing young men came up to her booth. It was then that Riley had finally noticed the time, it had been an hour and a half since Maya had left.
"Effing hell," she mumbled, stuffing her phone angrily into her pocket and grabbing her jacket to chase after her friend who went who-knows-where. She glanced around, attempting to sneak out when the group of arguing guys moved closer, evidently wanting to participate in the kissing booth. Riley, annoyed and pissed off, slipped her jacket off her body and moved to the other side of the booth, slumping on the stool.
She took out her phone and scrunched up her long sleeves so that they ended at her elbows instead of at her wrists. It was only three in the afternoon and the booth was planned to be open until the fair closed for the day at six and Riley expected Maya not returning until the next day.
The booth was Maya's idea in the first place. They were both twenty-two and had just graduated college so Maya ordered a road trip as a celebration. The only problem being the twos lack of money and since they needed enough money to get from Boston (where they had attended college and had rented an apartment) to LA and back, they obviously couldn't go. Thus the idea of the kissing booth. An idea that was completely fine and justifiable to Maya and utterly gross and stupid to Riley. And somehow, Riley ended up being the one running it.
The group of guys that were currently arguing in front of the kissing booth included Farkle Minkus, Lucas Friar, Zay Babineaux and Brandon or 'the Rebel'. Farkle was currently the only single guy out of the small foursome and was relentlessly teased because of it.
"Why didn't you just ask that Smackle girl out?" Zay questioned. "She was your type."
"I don't have a type," Farkle retorted, clearly annoyed that they were attempting to set him again. Which would make it the fifth time this month, and it was the seventh of June.
"Sure you do," Brandon smiled. "Nerdy, right?" Farkle knew that he was teasing him, but it was annoying all the same.
"Just ask a girl out, you don't have to know her," Lucas added.
Farkle, completely done with the conversation, attempted to walk away from the group, only to have them follow him and keep arguing.
When they caught up, Farkle bursted. "Look, when I find a girl, I'll ask her out. However, I haven't found a girl. Also, I may be nerdy but at least I don't look like it. No turtlenecks, no ugly glasses."
"You're still wearing plaid," Brandon pointed out. Farkle rolled his eyes but didn't make any attempt to move away.
He was wearing plaid. It was an unbuttoned button-down over a plain grey t-shirt and some old jeans he had pulled out of his closet. He had expected some fun at a local fair, not an interrogation. Farkle used his old pair of black chucks and kicked the hay that was on the ground.
"Fine," Lucas said with a smirk. "Let's do truth or dare."
"You mean dare because you know that you won't let anyone pick truth," Zay corrected to which Lucas covered his mouth with his hands.
"How about, you kiss that pretty girl at the kissing booth," Lucas gestured over to where Riley was standing, idly alternating between playing on her phone and reading a book. "and we'll stop bugging you about getting a girlfriend for the next two months."
Farkle's eyes went wide. He turned around to see who Lucas was gesturing to, only to find a pretty girl with long, chestnut hair and a teal long-sleeve shirt that was tucked into a short floral skirt. Way too out of his league.
"No deal," Farkle chickened out, walking determinedly away from Lucas.
Brandon grabbed Farkle's arm, pulling him back to the group. He was too intrigued on how this would play out to let Farkle walk away so easily. "What about for the rest of the year?" he offered.
"Six months, without you guys ever bothering me about getting a girlfriend, if I kiss that girl?" Farkle asked.
The group of boys looked at each other and nodded. "Sure, but you're paying the five dollars."
He looked between his best friends and the pretty girl who had suddenly looked up at Farkle, making eye contact, before quickly looking back down at her book.
"I'll do it," Farkle smirked, enjoying the shocked faces of his friends.
He's nervous, way more nervous than presenting his valedictorian speech or leaving his home and moving to Boston to go to Boston College. This is a different kind of nervous, one he isn't fully comfortable with. Then again, who is?
He's kissed girls before (not including his mom). Two to be exact. His ex-girlfriend of three years, Mabel, and his seventh-grade crush, Shannon. But never a girl that he had no idea who she was or how old she was. She could be seventeen and he'd be technically kissing a minor and he wouldn't even know it.
From behind him, Farkle could hear the snickers of his friends. He makes a mental note to kill them all later but he keeps walking towards the booth. The five dollar bill in his pocket is getting scrunched up between his fingers but he tries to focus on the girl and not how nervous he is.
When he's about a foot away, she looks up. Her eyes are a beautiful brown, slightly darker than her hair, with specks of gold, but beautiful nonetheless.
"Hi," she smiles, close-lipped, and he reckons that she's nervous too. "I'm assuming you're not here for directions to the fried dough stand, right?" She brushes a strand of her hair away from her face, only for it to fall right back in her line of sight, but she doesn't try to move it out of the way.
Farkle nods, his nerves taking over. Suddenly he remembers the five dollars and puts it on the booth in front of her. She takes it in her hands and smiles putting it in the register.
"What's your name?" he blurts out. She laughs in response but answers.
"Riley Matthews, you?"
"Farkle Minkus," he replies and color flushes his already red cheeks.
"I like it."
There's a pause and he gives her this feeble smile and she responds in a nervous laughter.
"Kissing right," she says, breaking out of her inner-monologue of nervousness and bringing both of their focus to the reason he gave her five dollars.
There's this moment when both of them think the other is gonna back out. This moment of apprehension. But then he gives her this smile and Riley just can't describe how she feels because he's a stranger but he doesn't feel like one. Right now, he feels safe. So she leans in and he does too.
As soon as their lips close the gap, both of them can instantaneously tell that this kiss is different from any other that they've been in before. It's not just how nice it feels it's the burning sensation and the butterflies that come with it.
Within seconds, Farkle has already entwined his hand into her hair. She would do the same but they're on opposite sides of the booth and and her stomach is also pressing fiercely into the wood.
They're laughing when they break apart, both fully aware of how weird they must've looked.
"So we're in public," he states, smiling dumbly. She breaks into a fit of giggles and he follows suit.
"Yeah, it seems to be that way."
"They've gotten quite a show."
Riley nods, smiling, and moves from the inside of the booth to where Farkle is standing outside of it. He's scared by how natural it feels to slip his hands to her waist. Not pulling her closer but just holding her.
Suddenly there is a whistle from Farkle's group of friends. Lucas approaches first, smirking. Farkle reluctantly pulls his hands from Riley's waist.
"You're welcome," Lucas coughs.
Riley attempts to stifle a laugh but fails instead opting to burying her face into Farkle's shoulder to hide it. He doesn't object to her actions and actually welcomes it, loving the feeling of her comfortableness around him.
"Yeah, actually, thank you," Farkle amends, pulling Riley just a tiny bit closer. "All of you," he says this time directing it towards his other friends who just wink and make gestures. "Now you guys can go."
Reluctantly, Riley breaks away from Farkle and runs towards Farkle's friends, "Wait!" She grabs each of their hands shaking them and smiling. "Hi, I'm Riley Matthews. Can you do me a favor?"
Before they can really say anything she pushes them behind the booth grabs her bag and Farkle's hand. "Watch the booth okay? I think you have a bunch of customers that are just dying to kiss you."
"Anything for you, pretty girl," Zay winks. Farkle shoots him a glare that instantly shuts him down and mumbles an apology.
Riley smiles at the boys, silently thanking them before pulling Farkle out of harm's way from the crowding girls just waiting to be kissed by his friends.
"Where are we even going?" Farkle asks her.
"Away," she shrugs, bringing him outside the fair so they're just walking past the commercial area by all the shops. "We have a few hours before I have to go back. What do you want to-"
He doesn't let her finish, he just kisses her.
When Maya returns she's shocked to see the booth being run by three boys.
"Hey!" she screams, catching the attention of the now scared three boys. "Who the heck are you and what have you done with my best friend?"
Perfectly on time as always, Riley appears with Farkle's arm wrapped around her waist and his jacket draped over her cold shoulders. "I don't know, what happened to you about three hours ago?" her tone dripping with sarcasm.
"Riles, it wasn't personal."
"I know," she smiled, pulling Farkle closer to her so she can lean her head against him. "Farkle, this is my best friend in the world, Maya."
"I assume this is my competition," Farkle responds smirking down at Riley.
"Oh yeah," Maya happily agrees. "And I think you're losing."
Extracting herself from the bickering two, Riley attends to pushing the three boys out of the booth. "How'd you do?"
"Well," Brandon says, handing her the money. "And thank you for making my boy, Farkle, so happy."
Maya comes over, taking the money out of Riley's hand. "Good lord that is some amount of money. Thank you guys for taking over."
"We didn't really have a choice," Lucas adds. "We couldn't say no to Riley."
"Welcome to the club, no one really can."
Riley listens as the guys and Maya talk, Farkle once and a while saying a point. Mostly she just packs up the booth, taking home the cashbox and taking down the sign that's too tall for her when Farkle comes from behind her and taking the sign down for her.
"Thank you," Riley smiles, her lips tight and her eyes bright and shining.
"Always," Farkle smiles.
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