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The Time Travelers Wife: Riarkle Edition

Part One: High School

Chapter Four

The New Kid on the Block

Farkle and Riley woke up next to each other. Farkle smiled at Riley and kissed her forehead. Her brown eyes looked into his deep blue eyes.

She got out bed and went to the bathroom. She came back into the room. Sat in bed with Farkle, she wasn't herself.

"I am not sure if we can be together now." She said softly.

"What made you change your mind? I don't want to be with you if you keep toying with my emotions." Farkle said getting out of the bed only in boxers they were a Game of Thrones edition boxer. "You know what do what you want. When you can make up your mind, talk to me otherwise don't bother me."

"You don't want to be friends?"

"I can't I love you to damn much. You can get ready for school and then leave." He threw a ten on the bed for her to get breakfast. He went and showered in the guest bathroom. But once he came back to his room Riley was gone. So Farkle had gotten ready and went to school. He had avoided the group when he came into the school. Since one of his honors teachers told him he will be showing a new kid around school today. He went to the main office to find his Teacher Mr. Custer and the new student standing next to him.

Farkle looked the new student over. He was tall and slim. He dressed in all black even his black combat boots. His dark brown hair was shaped in an emo cut, he had a lip ring. But the most defining feature about him was that he had a blue eye and a brown eye. He wore his backpack over his right shoulder. 'Joy an emo guy to show around.' Farkle thought to himself.

"Farkle this is Michael Ginsburg."

"Hi Michael." Farkle said holding out his hand to greet him.

"Nice to meet you too." He said moving a few strands of hair out of his face and then shaking Farkle's hand.

"Well I will leave it too you then." Mr. Custer left them alone.

"Want to start with the tour then?"

"Yeah sure one sec." Michael went into his bag and pulled out a small bag with gummy worms. He placed two in his mouth. Considering how observant Farkle saw that they were medicinal gummy worms. "Don't worry, I have a medical condition. They help me."

"I won't judge. The state has legalized that for medicinal use."

"Who is the skirt?" Michael moved his head in the direction of Riley.

"It's complicated."

"I can keep up." He said trying to pry.

"Michael I don't want to come off as rude but it's none of your business."

"Bad break up huh?"

"Michael shut up."

"Chill my parents where childhood friends turned lovers. My mom was unsure of what she wanted before she got married to my Dad."

"That is nice and everything, but I could really care about marriage and love right now. I need to focus on myself. I have some crazy medical stuff going on right now."

"I get that dude."

"Have I told you that you are annoying?"

"I aim to please." That is when Michael bowed down.

"This is going to be a long day." Farkle muttered under his breath.

"Long year. We share all the same classes. You are the first friend I made here at school."

"Awesome. Why don't you make friends with the group of people over there and leave me alone." Farkle said sarcastically.

"Dude what bug died up your ass?"

"For your information I had no bugs die up my ass, also my girlfriend broke up with me this morning."

"Oh, the skirt."

"Your powers of deduction are spot on sir."

"Well she can't take her eyes off of you. It looks like she has headed this way now."

"If you don't shut up I will ripe your tongue out." Michael just laughed at his comment.

"Hi Farkle, and hi what's your name?"

"My name is Michael."

"Nice to meet you, I must say you have really interesting eyes." Farkle could sense that Riley was trying to flirt with Michael.

"Eh thanks I get that a lot from everyone including my girlfriend."

"Oh I didn't mean to."

"But you surely are over here trying to get a rise out of Farkle aren't you?" The playful and chill Michael had turned savage within seconds.

"You are very rude."

"I don't care; at least I speak the truth as I see It." with that comment Riley walked away in a huff with some tears in her eyes.

"Wasn't that a little harsh?"

"Nah. Not when someone is toying with someone's emotions." The first bell had rung.

"Let's go to class Mikey."

"Mikey, eh no I like Michael."

Both young men walked into class. The both of them took the empty seats, All of Farkle's friends where in the class with him. This particular class was for AP American History taught by Mr. Matthews.

"Good morning class." Corey scanned over the room and saw he had a new student in class. "We have a new student in class, Michael why don't you come up and introduce yourself."

"You already introduced me." Michael replied.

"I like this guy." Maya commented.

"Well we are going to have a fun year. Thank god you are all seniors."

"Actually I am sixteen. I am in 10th Mr. Matthews."

"Boy, don't you have an answer for everything Michael."

"He is rather rude." Riley replied.

Michael was getting fidgety. He went into his back pack and pulled out another gummy and ate in class.

"It seems we have a stoner in our midst."

"Teach, I got a medical condition." He handed Corey his medical marijuana card.

"I am very sorry Michael." He said handing it back to Michael. Then Corey had started class. Class had come to an end.

"Michael, can you stay back for a moment so we can chat?" Farkle waited too.

"Farkle, I will make sure Michael gets to his next class. Go on ahead." Mr. Matthews waited for Farkle to leave the room. Before he spoke.

Michael's POV

Crap I was already in trouble on the first day.

"Can you explain why that medical marijuana card has the name Owen Michael Minkus on it? And why is your birthday October 19th, 2029?"

"I plead the fifth." I smiled an awkward nervous smile.

"Michael or whatever your name is." Grandpa Corey was getting annoyed.

"It is a joke." My smile turned into a frown.

"Be straight with me kid." He said as he threw his hands in the air.

"I can't it would already blow my cover, I can't do that." I said scratching his head nervously and chuckling.

"What cover?"

"I am Farkle's son; I have come back in the past to help him with some stuff."

"About him missing class yesterday?"

"Yeah sort of."

"What do you mean sort of?" Grandpa sat on the top of his desk folding his arms.

"Well he is a time traveler like me; the only way I can stay in a certain year for a long period of time is if I eat my gummies. I have come to help my Dad with harnessing his time travel abilities while I am here."

"That is the weirdest thing I have ever heard and it's such a weird paradox. Who taught who first the son from the future or that said father?"

"One of the greatest mysteries." I said agreeing.

"I was worried about Lucus all this time, when I should have been worried about Farkle." Grandpa said shaking his head.

"So are we done here?" I asked him.

"Not quite. Is this how you look in the future?"

"Sort of. I just don't where the black nail polish or the lip ring. I am also in a band. I can play six instruments. Kind of weird since both my parents aren't musical or anything."

"What six?"

"Guitar, Piano, Clarinet, Drums, Violin and Saxophone. I am currently learning how to play the flute, bass guitar, harmonica, and the harp. I have been accepted into Juilliard as a sophomore. I am going into the composing program."

"That is very impressive. I hope during your time here you will be in the band or orchestra."

"Nah. I don't want to be in the spotlight while in a time before I am born."

"Well I have kept you way to long I think. The period is almost over. Unless you want to grab a cup of coffee with me? We can call it studying."

"I am more of a tea drinker, but that offer sounds awesome."

My Grandfather bounded over his three free periods. I also got a dinner invitation for tonight. Before I knew it, it was time for lunch. I didn't know who I should sit with. My Dad thinks I maybe flaked on him and my Mom doesn't like me because I called her out on her flakiness towards my Dad. News flash time travel is complicated.

I grabbed a tray of somewhat appealing cafeteria tacos they came with three tortillas, cheese, meat and other fixings. Now I just had to find a seat. When I was ambushed by my "Uncle Lucus", he wouldn't let me move around him. I was taller than him. But due to him being nineteen and having a stocky build and me being sixteen and the fact I haven't filled out yet it was a standoff.

"Yes, can I help you?" I said raising an eyebrow.

"I don't appreciate the way you spoke to my friend this morning. When people talk that way to her I want to rip their necks." At least he wants to rip my neck and not my fingers.

"I would like to eat the mediocre tacos and get on with my life. Thank you for the warning."

"You are a cocky son of a bitch aren't you?" he growled.

"My mother happens to be a very nice lady. One of the sweetest people you would ever meet." Lucus then grabbed my collar.

"Dearest, don't make a scene. Even if the guy is a dick and has a weird lip piercing." Smackle came to be his voice of reason.

Lucus let go of my shirt. "Wise decision." I yelled at him.

"I see you aren't good at making friends huh?" the younger version of my Dad came over to me.

"My Dad says it's because I can't learn to keep my mouth shut."

"I have to agree with him."

"Yo dude, Mr. Matthews is really awesome."

"He's a great teacher. I tend to be over at his apartment a lot, but now I am not so sure."

"Things will blow over. The skirt seems like a grand gesture type."

"Want to come over my place after school?"

"I am sorry I got plans I am having dinner with my family."

"Ah okay. Well lets go get some food I am starved." He looked down at my tray. "Actually, I will eat some tacos. The only good thing the cafeteria makes well. Grab a table for us."

The rest of the school day was pretty boring. Grandpa told me to come to the apartment. My Grandma was home when I waltzed in. I forgot I had a key to Grandpa's on my keys. She screamed of course.

"Who are you? And why do you have a Key?" she said clutching a chef knife.

"Topanga he is our future Grandson."

"So let me get this straight you are Farkle and Riley's son?" Grandma Topanga said after my Grandpa Corey filled her in of what my plan is. "Has Riley and Farkle been hooking up?"

"Just a few times, they are on the outs. But don't say anything." I pleaded. "Now can we change the subject? We don't know when Mom, I mean Riley will be home." On cue just a few seconds later my Mother walked in. She was all chipper walking in with Aunt Maya, Uncle Josh, Lucus, Zay, Charlie, Smackle, and even my Dad had the balls to show up.

"Glad to see everyone is here for dinner and games." Grandpa Corey, Fuck I hate being so formal to keep up with telling the story to you. I am just going to refer to him as Corey.

"Dad what is he doing here?" Mom asked Corey looking directly at me.

"I invited him. He doesn't have many new friends and he is the new kid on the block."

"Well Mr. Matthews we don't like him very much. He was rude towards Riley." Lucus debated.

"I have a crude sense of humor." I said shrugging.

"Dad he is rude."

"Well he is my guest and that is that." Corey said.

"We'll be in my room." Mom told my Grandparents. She brought her friends along. Expect only Dad and I remained.

"We will call you once dinner is done." She said shouting back towards my Mother's childhood room. "Great I have volunteers to help me cook." Topanga said.

So Dad and I assisted in the prep of the salad, chili and dessert. My Aunt Ava and Uncle Auggie came home from school.

Dinner and games have begun. Before I ate any food, I ate some gummies. I got some strange looks around the room.

"What?" I asked.

Festivities went late into the night and I daresay it was awkward. My teenage parents weren't speaking to one another; My Uncle's both passed gas, both Aunts' being rightfully mortified. I laughed like a it was the only way for me to laugh as a baby. My family is weird. You should know this by now.

Now it was time for me to find a place to crash. I have all my belongings in my backpack. I am walking out the door being the last one to leave.

"Michael, want to crash here?" Corey asked.

Mom gave him the non-approving nod.

"I felt like I have overstayed my welcome."

"Nonsense we have an extra room." Topanga added.

"Okay thanks."

"Why don't you stay until the year is over?" Corey added.

So I got set up in the guest room of my grandparents' house. I started to unpack my things. Then my mom came into my room. She just gave me the cold disapproving eyes.

"I don't like you very much."

"I am sorry that you feel that way."

"I can't believe my parents have welcomed you to stay Michael."

"I really enjoyed typing up this chapter and coming up with an older Owen. Please read and review, also leave suggestions. I aim to please."

EF-5 Disaster.