Coffee Shop // Riarkle

T w e n t y - f i v e

Riley and Maya returned to school unusually different. Their minds had a source and developed the case of hotguyritis. In their words, it meant hot guy alert.
During school, as Riley slowly passed through the crowds, she carefully searched for Hayden. Peering through every head, some growing and cut into the most absurd hairstyles- like Mohawks, or the weird head side shavings guys are doing nowadays as a trend.
At first, she thought she spotted. Her hopes raised, but soon was disappointed when it wasn't his face.
When the warning bell rang, signaled her to get to class, and then spun around, she found his face.
"Oh, Hayden!"
"Riley! What a coincidence, bumping into you here, at the new school I just now transferred too." He greeted politely, yet awkwardly. She couldn't help but stutter as she gleaned at the sight of his appearance. His presence warmed her heart, which happened to pound in clumps so gallantly.
"Hm, it really is, isn't it?"
Riley wasn't the least bit astounded to find him here. Abigail Adams High School was the designated resort of education for residents in Greenwich Village. Thinking of her role as an office aid, she thought she could show him to his next class. An excuse to miss half of her first period.
"Yeah. Do you know where Mr. Jones' class is? I don't know where it is." He confessed. Riley couldn't help but gush, as she was given this fatal chance of opportunity. She wasn't going to say no, but answer yes so flirtatiously.
"Well luckily for you, there's a student aid standing in front of you, which means that I can show you all of your classes." She declared with a rising smirk. Hayden began to grin widely, as this girl was up to his level.
The two were attracted to each other; but little did Riley know, was that her inner insecurity about this possible blossom of a new relationship was about Farkle. Would she be able to adjust to a newer approach of another love? Maybe it was all pushed behind her, like taking a crammed up closet space and just placing the stuff back. However, awaiting for her some day, one of those belongings in that closet would break out eventually.
And it'll all be crawling back to her.
:::
Farkle groaned as the jabbered rambles coming from Cindy at the coffee Shop were just about endless random stories about her childhood. He wasn't doing this on purpose- it wasn't his intention to be disinterested. To him, she just wasn't Riley.
"Hey, uh, Cindy-"
"Hold on a minute Farkle, let me finish my story!" She persisted him, continuing into her story- not to mention she started from the beginning. Since this drained the energy out of Farkle, the only thing he could do was plank his head upon the table. He propped his position in the heads-up, seven-up style, wishing he one of those white, flags that signified surrender.
The tingled bell that informed anyone that someone either came in or left grasped Farkle's attention. He was dead on bored with Cindy, as she was more about herself than with him.
But when he looked up, here he saw it.
His heart shattered into bits when he spotted Riley with another boy their age.
What was she doing with another boy? 
Remembering what occurred a few days ago, her seeing Farkle with Cindy, Riley must of discovered a new boy for her own. She didn't love the mysterious man. He was just a rebound. Farkle knew it, everyone around her knew it.
She was doing this to make him jealous on the inside.
Riley placed a seat next to him on the couch, the two giggling and chuckling like two robins singing to each other at the chirp of the morning. Envious, Farkle took Cindy by uttered surprise when he grabbed her hand gently, immediately pulling her to the two chairs near Riley and this boy.
"Woah, Farkle. You sneak!" Cindy hissed with a grin. She wasn't taken aback, only instead she was all over him. As she began to hold him, she pulled him in for a kiss, their mouths drawn to each other like the two apples upon Farkle's eyes were lenient toward's Riley. She glanced over only once, frowning.
"Come on Hayden, let's head somewhere else." She decided fatefully, leading him out of Topanga's. As Cindy smoldered Farkle's kisses with cheek, petty marks that were smeared with lipstick, he pulled away. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, demanding what was going on.
"I'm sorry Cin- I got to go." He scrambled out of the coffee shop, storming back to his place.
:::
It took him many attempts at washing the lipstick off his face. It wasn't helping as he vigorously tried to wash it off. His face was red as a result in his skin became irritated. He groaned pathetically, starting to his room. His mom wouldn't notice, right?
Heck, he wasn't even worried about that. Red face or not, it didn't pause the fact that his thoughts were maintained on one specific person: Riley Matthews.
He fell to his bed, back end facing the mattress. Staring at the ceiling, his mind cramming too much like a computer hard drive due to all of this rational thinking, and the buzzing vibrations of his phone. It was all from Cindy, he didn't even have to check it; he just knew.
How could she, move on to another fellow so fast? Just like that? And people, except Farkle, were still trying to find the speed of light. As he rested there, heart broken, he knew exactly what he needed to do next.
:::
Riley made Farkle jealous. Proud of herself a little, she strolled around New York with Hayden, gleaming in excitement as she caught a first glance at a star appearing in the night sky.
"Look, Hayden!" She pointed to it with her frail index finger. Her purple colored painted nails shined as the moon began to reflect on it. She captivated the essence of this night, and she didn't wanna let go. She was settling with Hayden.
"I see that star glittering, but you, Riley. You are the real star here." He murmured, catching her off track.
He pursed his lips, slowly caving within inches to her pale peach colored, mouth. She, in the same state, mended herself and met her lips with his.
Was this actually happened, she questioned herself over and over again. Her mind began to run the trails, her heart began to beat to it's band of organs that suddenly seemed to stop playing. The time froze, and it felt like as if it was time travel.
:::
Flashback
It was Valentine's Day. You'd expect so many elementary schoolers to still have a case of the cooties, but they didn't. For Riley Matthews, at least that's not what happened to her.
She checked her brown paper bag, that happened to be full of Valentine's from her class. However, as she searched endlessly, she came across a tiny dandelion taped to one. Excited since at first her favorite color was yellow, she flipped it over to find a hand written note:
You will always be my princess, even if we don't talk, I will always love you.
Xx, your anonymous admirer.
She anxiously glanced around, finding no one that would of wrote this letter. But she hoped, hoped long and hard, that it was Farkle. Which it happened to be.
:::
When her and Hayden pulled away, they tried to regain their breaths. Although it happened to be one kiss, it was everlasting and bittersweet between the two.
"So, Riley, I was wondering, since we talked and chatted all night, seeking through each other's hearts and souls, if you wanted to go steady?"
The way he asked her was so polite, and gentleman like. Her guard was caught off handedly, like someone tossing a ball to her and she made missed it.
"Sure."
"Great! How about I take you out to dinner Friday night? My treat."
"Oh, that sounds wonderful." She agreed to it.
"Okay! Let me walk you home."