DISCLAIMER: Not mine.
Monday 5:41 PM
You can find out someone's address, right? With your dad's interface thing?
Yeah. Who?
Kermit Clutterbucket.
Maya.
Are you sure?
Positive.
Tuesday 7:12 PM
You send it?
Yeah. I can't believe he lived just a few hours away.
"It was such a formulaic movie," Farkle told her right before English class, "I promise that you probably would've figured it out as well."
"I'm sure I would've, Farkle," she said back, but she knew that neither of them believed her.
Thursday 5:13 PM
Farkle?
Yeah?
I'm not okay.
I figured, after class today. Did something more happen?
He didn't do his job.
I would give you a hug, but, you know. Text.
Will you come give me one? Please. You give really good ones.
Yeah. I just dropped Smackle off at her apartment. Where are you?
Still at Topanga's.
Good. Right across the street.
Farkle?
Yeah?
What now?
You go on.
How?
The way you always have, Maya. The way you always have.