Start of my life (a gmw story)

Part Twenty five: Riley's POV

We were on the couch. Ya know. Eating junk food. Cracking jokes. All of the normal teenage stuff. Until I started to think about Lucas.

He kissed Maya before he kissed me? Does that mean that he likes her more than me? Does he even like me?

Don't think that, Riley. Lucas made out with you first. But he also tried to make out with Maya and said he loved her.

Ugh! Life is so confusing!

At least Lucas was my first real kiss. I've been saving that for him.

WAIT! Farkle kissed me before Lucas! Like 15 minutes before. He couldn't have waited 20 minutes!? He could've kissed me after Lucas did.

Woah woah woah. I didn't mean that. I didn't want Farkle to kiss me at all. Right? I only did it for a pointless plan that failed. It failed horribly.

I could've probably made it work if I read long enough. But it wouldn't be worth it. Maya was beyond forgiving for me just reading the first entree. Imagine what she would do if I read more.

But earlier when she asked me if I had read the most recent entree she sounded worried. Was there something so personal that she couldn't even tell me?

I really wanted to help her, but she won't let me.

A hand was waving in front of me.

"Riley! If your making me sit through this then you have to stop daydreaming and pay attention!" Maya had said.

"Uuhhh...s-sorry Maya. I'm watching. Just lost in thought for a couple of minutes. You have to watch the movie like all the rest of us," I replied.

"Look at Farkle," Maya said gesturing to a sleeping Farkle. The movie was almost finished. Spongebob and Patrick just took the crown and were on the beach hunk's back in a high speed chase with a biker in the ocean.

This movie is weird.

I gave Maya a mischievous look. She gave me one back. I then ran to the fridge while Maya ran to her room. When we got back she had a quill and I had a can of whipped cream.

"Are we really going to do the oldest prank in the book?" Maya said when we met up. "Should I risk my reputation for this?"

"Maya, that is probably the one book that Farkle hasn't read. He will think that this is monumental," I answered. She nodded.

"Proceed," she said. So I sprayed whipped cream on his hand but it malfunctioned. Instead liquid whipped cream, non-whip if you will, was all over Farkle's hand.

Maya smirked. "Gimme that!" she said as she grabbed the can out of my hand. She then squirted it all over Farkle's face and it dropped down to his neck.

"Eww," I whispered. "Oh! You're supposed to shake it up I think. That's probably why it did that."

Maya shook up the can and sprayed it all over his hand. She then took the quill and tickled his nose. Suddenly his face was even messier than it was before.

"FARKLE!" He said as he woke up with a startle.

Maya was still shaking the can. "Great! Now there is no whipped cream left for me to enjoy," she complained.

"Well there is plenty of cream right here. Come and get it." Farkle said.

"Gross, no," I said disgusted.

"Don't even joke like that," Maya backed up.

Farkle laughed then went to the bathroom and washed up his face. When he came back the movie was over.