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Guys I will keep it short and sweet, here is Chapter 8.

You know that tingly feeling you get before doing something that you are nervous about like a speech will I literally fell like doing cartwheels even though I would know what to do with a beam if I had a book of instructions right next to me. I was wearing that lavender dress I had worn to my first date with Lucas and yeah I know, it's silly but this was me moving on. I was ready to start afresh.

Hmm. Exactly on time, I did have to admit even though there was a lack of sparks, Charlie was the perfect gentlemen.

I opened the door to find him holding a bouquet of red roses. I had to admit, he was smooth.

'You look amazing' we said simultaneously which was a real icebreaker.

'Shall we,' he asked hopefully, holding out his arm.

'Yes we shall.' I replied using my very poor British accent. This felt right.

Outside the wind was bellowing and I knew my cheeks and the tip of my nose were turning pink.

'Do you want to get a jacket?' he asked looking slightly concerned. And honestly I had no idea what happened, I completely lost it.

Farkle POV

'I think she's going to be okay. I mean I love her but I think she's doing the right thing.'

'I know and while I don't think that he's ''The One'', I do trust him.'

'I agree.' I acquiesced falling silent and subconsciously feeling myself stare at the green speck in her eye which was honestly enthralling me more than the idea of ruling the world with Smackle. Smackle. Oh. Oh. I blushed and tried to hide under the tiny bit of fringe I had left on my forehead.

And … and Maya did something very un-Maya like. She lifted my chin up with her baby blue fingernails, 'Farkle,' and then as if remembering something dropped it but making sure my gaze was still on hers.

'You're with Smackle and I like Josh.'

''So...'' I trailed off trying to act nonchalant about the erratic beating of my heart of that very second. Hmm, my heart, it sounds exactly like Maya Hart.

'She looked the tiniest bit unsure of herself, 'Farkle, what are you doing to me,' she asked frightened but in a completely exhilarating soulful voice.

And my unworthy little Farkle heart was saved by ring of a phone.

Riley POV

You lover her. Just don't forget that.

Aaaaargh, why isn't she picking up?

My completely un-violent thoughts *coughing sarcastically* were interrupted by her slightly frazzled voice, 'Yes, Peaches?'

'He'sgonetothebathroomandit'sacompletemessanditallfellapartwhenheaskedifiwantedtogetajacktanddon'taskmewhybutistartedcryingbecauselucasalwayscarriedaroungsparejacketsformebecauseheknewigotcoldeasily.' I blurted out unable to keep calm anymore.

Maybe it wasn't as easy as I thought it would be to get over him. I did use to think that he was one of a kind and maybe I haven't stopped yet.