3. Know what her usual order at Svorski's is

Farkle was out helping Maya study for biology, Zay and Smackle said they were catching a movie together, which left just Riley and Lucas as the remaining members of the study group at Topanga's. And since there weren't any big history tests or presentations coming up, they decided to turn it into a date.

Riley felt a little guilty. She shouldn't be disappointed to have alone time with her boyfriend. And she wasn't. She wasn't.

They'd been talking for fifteen minutes now, not about anything in particular, when Lucas stood up. "I'm gonna get myself a sandwich. Do you want one?"

Riley smiled, a memory flickering in her mind. "And a drink? And cake?"

Lucas looked confused for a moment. "What?" he said, and then the crinkles in his forehead smoothed out and he smiled too. "Oh. I forgot about that. Well, what would you like?"

"Just my usual," Riley said.

"Which is?"

We eat here every day, Riley thought. But she said nothing about that, only told him that she'd like a grilled cheese with apple slices on the side. And then she sat back in the chair, wondering if Maya and Farkle were having any fun, wondering if Zay and Smackle's movie was any good, wondering if Lucas would try and kiss her today, and if she'd enjoy it if he did.

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Later that afternoon, Riley was lying on her bed, bored. Too bad Maya was busy studying, because it had been three and a half hours since they'd last seen each other, and a new movie came out on Netflix and - ugh. Her phone was ringing. Probably just a telemarketer like usual, but Riley decided to just pick up and pretend it was someone who actually wanted to talk to her.

When she heard Farkle's voice on the other end, her face split open into a wide grin. "Hey, what's up? How did studying go?"

"Good. I think we've worked hard enough for the entire class. Except for Smackle, of course."

"So Maya's getting A's again?"

"Are you kidding? I might have helped her in bio, but she's getting me through English."

Riley frowned, thinking. "You need help in English?"

She could hear Farkle sigh. "Yeah, well, things aren't as easy as they were in middle school. You know that. Besides, Mr. Jackson's having us focus on character development and feelings, not analysis. And, well, I've never really been good at understanding that stuff."

Riley was quiet for a moment. She thought of Farkle through the years, of Hazel the Hippo, of Romeo and Juliet and Farkle, of "I want you happy," of Pluto in his room, of clear beakers and permanent records. The words came out of Riley's mouth as she thought of them. "But you've always been good at showing it."

There was a living silence on the other end where she could feel Farkle's thoughts. Sometimes, she had moments like that with Farkle, where she'd look at him and know just what he was thinking and how it felt to think it, moments she didn't have with anyone else. That was how she knew the same slideshow of memories had just run through his mind too, when he said, "Thanks, Riley. It's weird. I've been thinking of when we were kids a lot lately."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. So much has changed since then."

She blushed a little while thinking of what to say next. "You used to be in love with me." There was a pause. "And Maya," she added.

"You were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Can you blame me?"

It had been a long time since Farkle was so forward about his feelings with her. She almost didn't know how to respond. "And Maya?"

"I'm a man of science, and I could never quite figure Maya out. Science loves mystery."

"Hm," Riley said, silent for a moment. Then she decided to change the subject before they trekked any further into the past. There was too much that could go wrong."Anyway, why'd you call?"

"I was walking home from Maya's and I just felt like talking to you. I haven't seen you since lunch. Do I need a better reason? Because I can come up with one."

Riley laughed. "I know you can, Farkle. But as far as reasons go, I think that's a pretty good one."