𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 & 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 ━ girl meets world²

7│SHADOWS OF THE PAST

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❛ ʟᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ & ʟᴀᴄᴇ​​​​​​​​​​. ❜ ° . ༄
- ͙۪۪˚   ▎❛ 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 ❜   ▎˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
»»————- ꒰ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ
ᴘᴀsᴛ ꒱


❝ THERE CAN ONLY
BE ONE FARKLE ❞

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"'Miya,'" came the familiar greeting from the boy on the other side of the phone. He drew out the vowels of her name in the same tone he greeted his two other best friends as 'ladies.' His bright-colored turtleneck was visible from the way the screen was angled and he swished his bowl-cut hair as he spoke.

The girl in question, Miya, smiled at this as she replied, "Farkle," in her attempt at imitation.

He laughed at her (customary) failed attempt. "'You cannot beat the master, 'Nacci. It takes years of practice to perfect the art of impersonating the greats like me,'" he boasted, before he added his trademark, loud, "ha!" at the end.

"Sure," she agreed, though her brown eyes betrayed her amusement.

There was barely a time that Miya remembered not knowing Farkle. They'd met when they were little, as their parents had known each other during their school days. Farkle's father, Stuart Minkus, visited London to support one of her mom's orchestra performances and had brought his son along with him. During the usual introductory conversations that children have, Miya revealed that she'd been born on August first, 2003— otherwise 08/01/03— at 2:13pm (Farkle was very insistent on knowing all the details.)

He'd been delighted to find out that her birthday was the perfect pattern for Fibonacci's sequence (8-13-21-34), which then resulted in him nicknaming her after the mathematician. (When she had revealed that she didn't know who that was, she was subjected to a very long-winded but excited lecture on "the most talented Western mathematician of the Middle Ages," according to the boy.) He'd then declared them as best friends on account of her birthday lining up with his interests.

Although she didn't see him as much as she would've liked to, they talked on the phone as often as they could. She'd even met his best friends, Riley and Maya, this way. They sometimes made unexpected yet welcome cameo appearances during their calls, where the brunette would give her characteristic positive spin on everything that was going on in her life. Maya was quieter, but they'd bonded because of their similar names— although Miya's was pronounced 'Mee-yah' rather than 'My-ah.'

"So," she continued conversationally, "are you going to see the new Avengers movie that's coming out?"

Farkle grinned at her. "'I don't need to. I just watched the trailer and I can already tell you how it's going to go: Loki's gonna try to end the world with a sky beam, but the Avengers are gonna stop him— not without a lot of quips and insults first, obviously—'"

"Farkle," Miya tried to stop him by getting his attention, but he was too invested in his explanation.

"'And once the catalyst happens— probably an unnecessary death— they're going to finally learn how to work together just in time to save New York— because it's always New York—'"

"Farkle," the brunette insisted, a little more loudly this time.

He continued, heedless of her warning tone: "'I can already see them trying to kill off Iron Man considering his self-destructive behavior in his first movie— and for the shock factor— but since they need him for the rest of the series he'll get to live. They'll be able to stop Loki and get the scepter, which will make everyone love superheroes, at least until the next big disaster.'" He finished his description with a smug smirk. "'Superhero movies are so predictable.'"