Farkle found himself walking along the beach, until he reached the same place Riley was waiting for Lucas. She was facing the opposite direction, so she didn't notice he was there.

"Hey," Farkle said, getting her attention. Riley turned to see the red-haired boy standing beside her.

"Are you waiting for Maya?" She asked politely, trying to make conversation.

"Yeah," Farkle replied. "I assume you're waiting for Lucas?"

"Yeah."

For a while no one said anything. Then, Riley broke the silence.

"We're gonna surf."

Farkle turned to her and looked at her in surprise. "You like to surf? But- you're a biker,"

"I know, but I love it. It's like riding a cloud, except the cloud is water!" Riley said excitedly.

"That's exactly what I thought when I first learned," Farkle told her.

"I know bikers aren't supposed to like surfing, but I don't care," Riley then gasped at what she said. "Oh my gosh, I don't care."

"You don't?" Farkle asked in disbelief.

"No," Riley said smiling. "I knew Maya's coolness would rub off on me!"

Farkle wasn't sure what she meant by that, but he said, "You know, I've always wanted to ride a motorcycle."

"Really? I grew up riding," Riley told him.

"Is that why you're stunning as a moon, lighting up a day?" Farkle asked, flirting with Riley.

Riley blushed a little, "You know, who would've thought that a biker and a surfer could have so much in common?"

"Not me," They said at the same time.

"Stop," they both said again, "Okay, I'll stop."

Something clicked in Riley's brain. She barely knew Farkle, but just from their small conversation, she felt her stomach fill with butterflies. Both of them had lived in the same town together since they were little, they were both at Big Momma's all the time, yet they never bothered to get to know each other.

Riley looked up at Farkle. Only a few years ago, Farkle was just this small awkward kid who was a surfer that she occasionally noticed in Big Momma's. Now, it was clear that Farkle had a huge growth spurt (he was at least three inches taller than Riley) and became much more comfortable in his own skin. He was incredibly good looking now, Riley couldn't deny that. She didn't know why she never bothered to talk to him before. Maybe it was because he was a surfer, or maybe it was because she was too scared that everyone else would get mad at her for talking to a surfer. Riley always cared more about what other people thought of her, Maya showed her that didn't matter. It was more important that Riley did whatever she wanted to, not what everyone else expects.

But, when she looked into Farkle's eyes, she could feel herself falling in love.

"Did you ever think that maybe the person you thought was perfect for you isn't as perfect for you as the perfect person for you?" Riley asked, hoping what she said made sense.

"You mean, you?" Farkle asked, looking down at the girl beside him.

"And, you," Riley said looking up at him. Music started to play slowly, and Riley sang,

Oh I know, I know he's out there,

Most definitely.

Farkle then joined her,

Maybe you've already met,

The one you'll never forget.

Riley mentally added that Farkle was a good singer, to her long list of things she liked about him. They sang together,

You're meant to be.

Suddenly about a dozen dancers broke between the two, separating them. Riley searched through the crowd of people, calling Farkle's name. He couldn't seem to see her. She climbed up on the rock they were standing by, so he could see her.

"Farkle!" She shouted and got his attention; he finally looked up and found her. Just as he made his way over, Riley felt herself slipping off the rock. She screamed as she fell, but found herself in Farkle's arms, looking up into his beautiful eyes. They sang to each other in unison.

When it's meant to be,

You go kinda crazy.

Meant to be,

You forget your own name.

Together they climbed back onto the rock. Farkle lifted her up in his arms, so she was looking down at him while he held her legs.

When it's meant to be,
Its destiny callin'.
And nothing ever will be the same!

Farkle dropped Riley down, and caught her in his arms again. They were so close, they're noses touched. Riley was then pulled up on her feet, but she was still in Farkle's arms. She stood, pressed to his chest, as close as they could get. Farkle spun her around and began to dance with her. Farkle's head was tucked into the crook of Riley's neck as they swayed together.

As dancers continued around them, Farkle hopped off the rock. Riley carefully climbed down, trying to find where Farkle went. They both turned and saw each other as the dancers left. Riley rushed towards Farkle, and stopped right before him, so close that you could barely fit anything between them.

Riley looked into Farkle's loving eyes and began leaning in, as did Farkle. Their lips collided and it felt as if Riley's brain was melting. There were fireworks everywhere. Riley never thought she could feel anything like this, but there was no doubt she was in love with Farkle. Love at first sight wasn't necessarily their situation, but they did fall in love as soon as they were face to face.

Suddenly, Riley pulled away and said, "Wait."

Farkle looked at her, surprised that she broke the kiss.

"Farkle, what are we going to tell Maya and Lucas?"

"I'm not sure," then Farkle realized something, "Where are they, anyway?"

Something on the ground caught his eye. Carefully resting on the ground was the flower crown Farkle had given to Maya. A million possibilities raced through his mind. He picked it up and showed Riley.

"I gave this to Maya," Farkle said. "She was wearing it."

"Then, why would she take it off?" Riley asked. She knew Maya pretty well. Something about her told Riley that if anyone took the time to make her a thoughtful gift, she wouldn't just throw it away.

"Something's not right."

The two both thought for a moment, trying to figure out what happened. Riley searched her memory for any clue as to where they would be. It took a while, but Riley finally remembered something that happened only shortly before Maya and Lucas arrived.

She was in Big Momma's with her cousin and a few other bikers. It was just like any other day. Farkle and the other surfers were on the opposite side of the restaurant, occasionally shooting glares at the bikers. Everything was normal, until an unfamiliar face came through the front doors.

A man with a strange moustache and a little too much hair gel walked into Big Momma's as if he owned the place himself. He carried a briefcase in one hand and had several papers tucked under his arm. Riley watched him walk over to Big Momma, from her booth. Being her curious self, Riley snuck away from the other bikers (saying she had to use the bathroom) and moved closer to the man. Carefully hiding behind the curtains of the stage, she listened to their conversation.

"I'm sorry," She heard Big Momma say. "But the restaurant is not for sale."

"With the money I pay you, you can open a new restaurant," the man said, trying to persuade her.

"It's not for sale," she told him sternly. "I am already doing fine with this place. I get plenty of customers with all of these teens here. I don't care for your money. Now, I suggest you leave."

The man looked furious. He stormed away from here, knocking chairs over as he reached the door. Before he left, he turned and shouted, "Mark my words! Les Camembert will have this property, even if it means I have to drive every single one of your customers away!"

Everyone in Big Momma's watched as the strange man left. Most people just shrugged and returned to what they were doing, but Riley stood and thought for a moment. That man wouldn't really drive the bikers and the surfers away, would he?

"Farkle, do you remember that man that came into Big Momma's a couple weeks ago?" Riley asked looking up at him.

"You mean the one that wanted to buy the property?" Farkle asked. Riley nodded.

"He said he was going to get it even if he had to drive us away," Riley said, starting to explain her theory.

"The only thing that would drive us away is if we couldn't do the things we love anymore," Farkle said, also figuring it out. "Biking and surfing."

"But, how would he do that?" Riley asked furrowing her eyebrows.

Farkle thought for a moment, and then he got an idea. "A weather machine."

"A what? Farkle, this is no time for jokes," Riley told him shaking her head.

"No, I'm serious," He said. "I was in Big Momma's that day, and I saw him drop something; a blueprint. At first, I had no idea what it was, but now I realize what the title meant by 'Weather Alternating Machine'."

Suddenly, Riley understood too.

"With a weather alternating machine, he could drastically change the weather patterns, the ocean could literally fill even more causing the surf to disappear," Farkle explained.

"And if he used it for humidity, if it is dense enough it would rest everyone's bike. Everyone would have to leave because of it," Riley finished.

"But, what does this have to do with Maya and Lucas?" Farkle asked.

"Well, the night I met Lucas, I saw him and Maya running down the beach," Riley explained. "I didn't hear much because they were moving too fast, but I didn't hear Maya mention Camembert. Maybe they figured out his plan and were trying to stop him. Then he must have captured them because they knew too much. There's no other way."

Riley's eyes widened realizing what the situation was. "We're gonna need help."

She grabbed Farkle's hand and ran towards Big Momma's. Farkle and Riley were probably the two smartest people in both of their gangs, but that didn't mean they could take down Les alone. They had brains, but they needed more muscle.

I hope you liked the Filey chapter! Sorry it took so long to update, I'll try to have chapter 11 up sooner. Please review, follow and favorite.

-Peyton

Maya- Brady

Lucas- Mack

Farkle- Tanner

Riley- Leila

Josh- Butchy

Parker- Lugnut

Sarah- Struts

Darby- Chee Chee

Billy- Seacat

Bradley- Rascal

Missy- Giggles

Smackle- Kiki