Disclaimer: I do not own Girl Meets World or any of the characters.
Meanwhile
It was a warm, breezy day.
Farkle Minkus' eyes were already wide open before the clock struck six in the morning.
He rolled out of bed and stretched, feeling happy and energetic. He never slept in and today felt like a day where he could be happy.
After the yearbook incident, it felt as if his friends no longer knew him. They watched him as if he was an alien, a bomb waiting to explode. Just because he didn't appreciate turtlenecks didn't mean he wasn't Farkle.
Farkle needed a reality check, though. He sensed it before Maya did, that everything was going to change. Maybe it was for better, maybe it was for worse.
Farkle opened his cupboard and looked at his newly bought clothes. He felt as if he matured; he was no longer eccentric, he was now studious and sensible, Farkle.
He pulled on a jet black tee, a matching beanie, jeans and sneakers.
Farkle felt new, extraordinary and perfect. In his own matter, his own way and in his own shape.
Farkle went down the long, posh staircase and into the kitchen. It was sunrise, yet it was still dark, so he was careful to keep quiet as he searched for popcorn. His beautiful mother was asleep and his father, Stuart, was already awake, talking to a client on the phone.
Stuart Minkus was a rich CEO who worked hard to reach his goals. Farkle inherited the geeky, edgy personality from his father. Studying together was their way of bonding... but things that seemed so simple were now so complex.
Farkle shook his head and sighed. It was a matter of time before he ended up being obsessed over careless matters.
He took a red apple instead and ran upstairs and into the balcony.
Today, the sky was a bright orange with fluffy clouds shifting around. The top half was slightly blue and the bottom half was yellow, with the scorching sun in between trapped as if shutters were threatening to close.
It was beautiful.
Time slowly went by and Farkle watched as orange dispersed and a turquoise blue spread out.
He sat up, eagerly, watching as clouds began to form.
He squinted as the sun blocked his path, yet he was able to find an altocumulus cloud floating by. He smiled and sighed, the clouds were gorgeous.
The clouds symbolized his life. His world was rapidly changing and new people came as old people left.
But despite all that, it was a continuum and he was ready to take up every opportunity that came his way.
#
Farkle rubbed his hands together and pressed the doorbell, smiling at Riley's familiar cute tone of voice, telling him to come up. He loved everything about Riley, from her cute beanies to her abnormal obsession of poking people. He loved Maya too, but she already had somebody who cared about her.
Lucas.
Farkle clenched his teeth and sighed. Things had gotten complicated and he felt like a marble on a snooker table, unfamiliar to his surroundings. Farkle was dating Isadora Smackle and it was important for him to ignore the loathing and bitter feeling that lurched in his chest when Lucas came around.
He finally had a special somebody, but it didn't seem so glamorous as it seemed.
"Hey Farkle, Riley is in her room. She should be out soon, would you like me to get you something?" Topanga pulled on her leather jacket and glanced down at Auggie, bouncing impatiently as he begged to go to the park.
"No thank you, Mrs Matthews, I'm good." Farkle watched as her eyes lightened up slightly as she pushed Auggie through the door and turned back.
"Bye Riley," Auggie shouted, his hair flying everywhere as he did so.
Riley came down with a dark blue backpack. Her hair was long and loose, sparkly hair clips pulling back a few strands. She smiled at Farkle and he looked away, running his fingers through his hair.
"Hey, we're leaving too! Isn't that right, Farkle?"
Farkle nodded in response, wiping the sweat off his forehead as she shut the door behind him. He watched Riley walk off and sighed in response.
Why couldn't he act normal around her, anymore?
#
"So, Lucas, who do you want to be when you grow up?"
Maya's glossy curls shone on her shoulders as she spoke. She wore a bit of lip gloss and she was eyeing Lucas ever since she arrived at the bakery. The school was over and the sun was out, shining brightly. The summer holidays meant magic, mischief and four friends having the time of their lives.
Riley contemplated the answer to the question, her eyes lazily glancing at Lucas. Last night, she was looking at the stars and reading romance novels until midnight. The sun only worsened her condition and she needed a breather. But her friends wanted her at Topanga's so she couldn't refuse.
Riley didn't know what she wanted to be. Her best friend, Maya, wanted to be an artist. Her reckless and impulsive decisions splattered on paper made her look truly phenomenal. She also had an angelic voice and Riley knew she would be able to make a career of it. Gorgeous blonde hair, dark eyes and determined. She was perfect and Riley was not.
Her other close friend, Farkle, was a genius, and he was most likely to follow his father's footsteps. And finally, Lucas, her crush. She knew he would most likely want to become a basketball player.
"Maybe a basketball player or a business man." Lucas's response didn't surprise her. She knew Lucas had perfection too. He had dark hair, matching hawk eyes, a strong built and loyalty. He was compassionate and she belonged with Lucas.
Lately, she had noticed that Lucas and Maya had become a Golden couple. They looked great together and lately they had been complimenting each other more and more. She had herself a Ranger Rick and smiley Riley had nobody.
The thought made her heart ache a tad bit.
"And you, Farkle?" Maya questioned.
"Farkle wants to take over the world," He gave a half smirk. Since Farkle had ditched turtlenecks, a more mature boy had been born.
"That's great," she said uninterestedly. She was too busy having her eyes on Lucas. She twirled her fair hair around her finger for the umpteenth time causing Riley to roll her eyes.
"Anyways, I have to go!" Maya dusted herself off and picked up her striped satchel. Farkle's eyes widened.
"Have to go? Go where?" He asked, skeptically.
"I-I have to go," she responded, hurriedly trying to make an exit.
Lucas was surprisingly calm and quiet about the situation whereas Farkle and Riley were tensed.
"I think we should follow her." Riley was determined to find out what she was up to. By hook or by crook.
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Maya smiled at the mirror, her colourful party dress glowing under the neon lights. She had an extra dress at her house and she was sure she would be able to cover up all her marks.
Maya spun around in circles and frowned when she saw who was standing at the window.