I walked into the kitchen and there stood my mom with a grin.
"So.." Topanga muttered, her grin widening from ear to ear.
"What exactly happened in your room this time?".
I smiled faintly and sat on one of the dining chairs." He told me...".
I looked down at my hands then up at Topanga.
"Things..", I said while narrowing my eyes.
She leaned forward and raised one brow.
" What things?"she asked while holding a spoon in her hand threateningly.
I blushed."You make me feel like I'm committing a crime!".
"It's nothing!".
"Well why would you feel that way if it's really nothing?What're you hiding?" Topanga asked menacingly.
I sighed and gave up.
"He just told me things that were very heartwarming...Ya know?" I said while playing with my fingers.
Topanga paused for a second then laughed.
I raised my eyebrows questioningly.
"Oh so it's like that" she said in between her chuckles.
I stood up from my chair."Nevermind- you obviously don't take me seriously!"I told her.
Topanga stopped laughing and placed her hand on my shoulder.
"No dear- it's just that you reminded me for a second of myself when I was first fell in love with your dad".
I sat back down and looked at her thoughtfully." Oh".
"Well anyways- I've come to tell you that I will be going on a date to the movie theaters to watch a scary movie".
Topanga bursted out with laughter again.
" Oh no honey...".I groaned with confusion. "Why're you laughing again?".
" You won't do well in a scary movies- don't you remember!".I thought back to sixth grade at the time me and my dad watched the Ring and I couldn't sleep for a week.
"Oh" I whispered.
"But that was before. This is now" I protested.
Topanga clicked her tounge."Well if ya say so"she muttered.
I furrowed my eyebrows.
I wouldn't be that scared during a scary movie... Right?"Well then I'm gonna pick out my outfit for tomorrow" I told her with a nod.
"Okay just make sure you do the same for your funeral" she joked.
I rolled my eyes.
...
I yawned and stretched as I plucked out the outfit in my closet that I readied yesterday for this date and changed in my bathroom.
It was a casual outfit I put togather; a mint green knitted sweater with white boyfriend Jeans and my black vans.
I then finished my look of by putting my hair into a French braid and after that, I was done!
I stepped out of my bathroom and headed to the kitchen, because I knew Farkle was already there and ready; as usual.
I smiled nervously as he eyed me up and down as I stepped into the kitchen.
I felt heat rush up my cheek and I felt my chest burn for some reason because he did that.
I dismissed it and sat besides him on the sofa.
"So" I muttered.
"So" he repeated with a chuckle.
"Do you think I look okay?" I asked him softly. Ugh why am I so nervous.
His lips curled into a smile. "No".
I frowned and punched him on the shoulder.
" You mean-""You look far better than just okay" he continued with a smirk, interrupting me before I could cuss him out.
I widened my eyes and yet again felt heat rush up my face.
"Well- okay" I muttered, looking away from his gaze. I'm too embarrassed to look into his eyes.
"Well you're cheesy as hell" I told him.
He sighed and without me being prepared, intertwined his hands with mine.
"I know-".
He then suddenly pulled me up with him to stand up, causing me to with no choice, look at him in the eyes and face him directly." But I don't care"he continued.
I smiled and felt his grip on my hands tighten.
"Okay" I said softly.
He stared at me for a long silence and so did I.
"Okay- can we go now?"I asked with a giggle, breaking the silence.
"Well if you say so" he answered.
And with that we put on our coats and went out the door.
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FanfictionWhat do you get when two polar complete opposites start recognizing their feelings? Well,you get Riarkle.