A/N hello! First weekend! Yayayayayayayayayay! A new GMW! More time to write! Anyways, here's the last chapter, of Farkle being sick, though she's not really sick in this. But there's plenty of Smarkle.

Stardust16- Yup! It's set at the sleepover. Because we all know how amazingly drama free sleepovers are. Wink wink

Artistard3- Please do spam me with reviews! I love hearing what people think and thank you!

Ms. Silhouette- Of course you'll get your request! For now, Farkle's feelings are only for Smackle. For now. Hehe.

"I call the couch!"

"No! Farkle gets it! He's sick!"

"Well I'm not really that sick anymore. Hypothermia is a-"

"Then can I have the couch?"

"Last time you had it you didn't even end up sleeping on it."

"Shut up Zay!"

A mixed gender group of teenagers, in a small three bedroom apartment was not what most sleepovers consisted of. But that's what was happening in the Matthews residence tonight.

"Why are you guys sleeping over again!?" Auggie cried. He always heard them through the walls when he was trying to sleep and he also didn't think it was fair Riley could have Farkle, Zay and Lucas overnight when he couldn't have Ava over.

"Farkle is sick!" Riley said gleefully.

"Um... Ok?" Auggie looked at his sister strangely. He always thought being sick was a bad thing.

One time he had the chicken pox and had to stay in bed all day. Plus, he was itchy.

The youngest Matthews shrugged and went back into his room. He didn't really care anymore. As long as they were quiet.

"So, where is everyone gonna sleep?" Riley asked, she sat on the chair and volunteered to sleep there.

"Well, the couch will be free soon because Maya will end up sleeping with Lucas." Zay smirked. He was having a great time teasing his two blonde friends.

He didn't realize that the words that came out of his mouth could have been taken two ways.

"What! Maya! You slept with Lucas?!" Riley shrieked, her eyes bugging out of her head.

"WHO SLEPT WITH LUCAS?!" Corey screamed from his room. He ran out into the front room where his daughter and her friends were.

"No! Oh my gosh. I didn't sleep with Lucas! You all are so gross. It was when I went to the hospital, I just laid next to him apparently. But you know Zay and his theories." Maya explained to the rest of her friends, giving Zay an evil look.

"Oh."

Riley shooed her father away with much hesitation but he finally left.

"It's true! I have pictures!" Zay exclaimed, waving his phone in the air.

The boy shoot Maya an equally evil glance, then flung himself on the couch.

He opened the photo app and started scrolling through millions of pictures. They watched as he smiled and frowned at some, deleted some and finally landed on one.

"You know, it's really creepy you have all those pictures." Riley told him as she sat next to her friend.

She'd known Zay for three years and hadn't had any idea that he liked to take pictures. She made a mental note to be more careful around him.

"Ehh. I have pictures of everything." He replied casually and showed Riley a photo. She instantly started giggling.

"Want to see more?" Zay asked. He was super happy someone wanted to see his "creepy photos." Zay knew Riley was more than fine with the idea of Maya and Lucas, so he didn't have to spare anything from her. He also suspected she had a crush on some boy, but he didn't quite know who.

Yet.

They both sat on the couch giggling at the phone screen that reveled so much.

"Ugh. Two down, four to go." Maya muttered. She sank into the large chair, thinking about how tired she was. The last few days had been so long for her. Maya had taken it upon herself to join an after school activity or sport her junior year to help her get into college. She unfortunately waited to long and most of the good ones were all taken up, including art, so volley ball was her only option.

And no, it was not like those people on TV who always had a great time playing beach volley ball, looked great and never broke a sweat.

It was much, much harder.

And much, much sweatier.

And practice was everyday for two hours.

Her eyes fluttered shut just thinking about it. Her head fell to the side and she drifted of to sleep

"goodnight..." She muttered lazily.

Three hours later everyone was sound asleep.

Except the genius couple.

Riley and Zay crashed together collapsed on the couch and Farkle took this as a perfect opportunity to take a picture of them.

Maya was halfway fallen off the chair and her head was now on the floor while her feet were draped over the top.

Lucas fell asleep on the floor about an hour ago.

Smackle and Farkle were both sitting together at the table.

The raven haired girl had made them both some tea. She wanted to make sure her boyfriend was okay so she was going to stay up and wait till he fell asleep.

She glanced over at him to find his eyes on a certain brunette.

She wasn't the jealous type, and she trusted Farkle completely.

It was Riley she didn't trust.

Smackle adored Riley, but sometimes she just couldn't stand the way she looked at Farkle or when she sat a little too close to him.

And when Farkle didn't move away.

That also bugged her.

Because she was the girlfriend. Not her.

"Farkle."

His head snapped forward at the sound of his girlfriends voice.

"Why do you always look at her?" She questioned, sadness dripping from her voice like honey. She knew the answer, deep down.

"I-I don't."

"You do though. We both know I'm not dumb." She argued, but stayed completely calm.

Farkle looked into his girlfriends eyes. Eyes that had never looked so sad. He hated himself that he had caused her pain.

Because he loved her.

Did he love Riley though?

Well, that was the question.

He loved her smile, he loved her innocence, He loved when he could make her happy.

But did he love her?

He pondered on this thought for awhile. And Smackle sipped her tea.

He looked back at Riley, asleep on top of Zay, her jaw hanging open and hair in her mouth.

The brunette smiled at his goofy friend. Even in her sleep she managed to be funny.

He looked at Isadora, who looked right back at him with those familiar, almond shaped almost black eyes.

"I like Riley." He stated. His mind made up. Farkle only loved one girl in this world and any other.

"But I love you."

The girl smiled softly and blushed. She ducked her head down, face hidden by a waterfall of black waves. He had never said that before. She didn't know if she was supposed to say it back or not. All the books she had read on relationships, that one subject never came up.

"Oh, do I see a blush? Did I make Miss Isadora blush?" Farkle teased his girlfriend. He loved being with her. Feelings he couldn't explain erupted with her.

"N-no!" She giggled, smiling.

"I think so." He replied. He leaned over to kiss her. Short and sweet. But was just a bit longer than usual.

"You'll always be the one for me." He whispered.

"I love you." She whispered back.

His face lit up with a smile that could make anyone smile back.

"I love you." He repeated.

Smackle laughed. "You already said that!"

"I can't help it. It's my new favorite thing to say." He said again, the smile never leaving his face.

They stayed smiling (and kissing) all night at the table.