Game On, Pretty Boy. ♕ RUCAS

♕ Chapter TwentyFour ♕ - Is It Possible To Die From Flushness?

"That's nice, Riley." Maya says after I finish.

"Yeah, but have you thought about how you will tell your parents?" Farkles' words made me leave the small place in my mind where everything was perfect, where everything was simple and I didn't have to think about anything.

"Oh God," I breath out. "Do I have to?"

Maya rolls her eyes, "They're your parents, Riley. Whatever you tell them, they'll understand it."

"Have you met my dad?" 

They roll their eyes at me. "That's the worst that could happen?"

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"No." My dad shrugs as he gives me his look of panic.

I look at Maya and Farkle that were on both of my sides with a confused look. "But, dad I didn't even tell you wh–"

"No," he shrugs once again, looking away and not meeting my eyes.

"Dad, I–"

He sticks two index fingers into both his ears, making loud noises with his mouth. "BLAHOUHBLAOUHBLAOUH, I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"

I roll my eyes and make my way up to him, using both of my hands to remove his from his ears. "Dad, listen!" 

He shakes his head, yelling out the same thing as before, not wanting to listen to what I wanted to tell him. 

After a good while of me trying to make him listen, Maya and Farkle jumps in. The three of us against him was a lot more easier seeing as we were much more stronger than him. 

We managed to remove his hands and he frowns at us. "That's unfair! It's three against one!"

Maya heaves a sigh, "Sorry Matthews, but you're just not strong enough."

He let a gasp slip out and put his hand over his heart, acting offended. "I am no–"

"That's not important, Mr. Matthews." Farkle pipes in, changing the subject. "What's important is you listening to what your daughter has to tell you and your wife."

"Yeah," Maya agrees. "Wait, where is Topanga?"

"She is at Topanga's..." Dad says slowly, his eyes wide. "...working." 

They roll their eyes, "She needs to hear this too."

"Hm." He breaths out and walks over to the door. "Fine, then we go there and you tell us what you want to tell us."

–at Topanga's–

"Okay," Mom let out a deep breath as she put down the towl she was holding on the counter. "Spill it. What did you want to tell us?"

I took a deep breath. I was actually going to tell them. Even if I knew how dad would react, I knew mom was different and wouldn't react the same way as him. I hope so, at least. I wanted them to help me through this, give me advice. They have, after all, been through a lot with each other ever since childhood. 

"Lucas ask–"

"Lucas as in Lucas Friar?" Dad cuts me off, fear in his eyes.

I nod slowly and he starts shaking his head.

"No."

I roll my eyes, "Dad,"

"Nu-huh. No, whatever he asked you; no." He shakes his head, closing his eyes as he lifts his chin up in the air.

"What did this boy ask you, honey?" Mom asks, giving dad a strange look. 

"He likes me. A lot." I start and I see dad opening his eyes wide open in fear but I continue before he could cut me off with about 'no'. "And I really like him and he asked me if I wanted to be something official."