we have come to the end of this story, alas. thank you all for reading and reviewing! i know it was kinda a fluff fest but i hope that was what you were looking for! enjoy the last chapter, and until next time, this is dana, signing off.
Epilogue - 2 ½ years later
It felt so strange to be cleaning out her room. Riley was going to miss it - college dorms didn't have bay windows or Mayas to sit in them for hours. Farkle was over, helping her pack everything up into boxes. They were headed to NYU together. Not too far would be Zay at Juilliard. Smackle got into Harvard, but she and Zay were planning on doing the long distance thing. And Maya and Lucas -
"Have they said it yet?" Farkle called from the closet.
"No," Riley groaned. "Maya texted me that she wants to say it, but she doesn't want to mess anything up."
"Lucas told me the exact same thing."
Riley shook her head. Well, they'd be able to figure it out because they were both headed to Chicago. It was hard to fathom she and Maya being so far from each other. "It only took us a month to say 'I love you.'"
"To be fair," Farkle said, "we had said it before. Just in a different way." Riley thought about it for a moment. She guessed that was true. "They'll figure it out. The only people who don't know Maya and Lucas are in love with each other are Maya and Lucas." Then he was quiet for a moment, except for some rustling from the closet. "Hey, Riley? What's this?"
"What?" Riley said.
Farkle came out holding a sparkly piece of paper. "Things Riley Matthews' Future Boyfriend Will Do For Her?"
"Oh my god. I forgot about that."
"I feel like this would have been a very useful resource to have." They both read over the list together and she felt her heart swell. Ten-year-old Riley would not be disappointed. Surprised, but not disappointed.
"I think you did all this stuff even before we started dating."
"I haven't filled my quota for the last one yet though." Farkle grinned. Riley's eyes dropped to the bottom of the page. 8. Call her beautiful every day. "Thank you for being my beautiful girlfriend. I think I'm the luckiest guy alive."
Kissing Farkle felt just as right as it did the first time, when everything was still a little nervous and unsure. But even then she knew what she knew now: that she was the lucky one.