Small Town Girl (Farkle Minkus)

Chapter Nine: Girl Meets Donnie Barnes

~~~Farkle~~~

"Hey, you wanted to talk to me?" Lucas said, walking into Topanga's. "What's up?"

"I need to ask you something." I replied. He sat down.

"Ok...shoot."

"What does Skipper look for in a guy?" He coughed, looking up at me with raised eyebrows.

"You like Skipper?!" He asked, shocked. "Since when?" I shrugged.

"I don't know exactly when, but...I like her. I like her a lot."

"Then that's all you need." I raised my eyebrows. "Farkle, if Skipper likes you, which I truly think she does, it's because of who you are. Just be that. Be Farkle."

"Thanks Lucas."

~~~Skipper~~~

"You like Farkle?!" Maya exclaimed from the bay window. I shrugged.

"Yeah...I don't think he feels the same way, though." I told them.

"Why wouldn't he?" Riley asked.

"I'm not, you know, a genius?"  Riley argued:

"Skip, Farkle doesn't care about that. If he does like you, which I think he probably does, he'll like you for who you are. Just be that. Be Skipper."  I smiled.

"Thanks guys."

~~~

"Ladies and gentleman of the hallway," Farkle introduced.

"It's yearbook time." Riley and Farkle set the box down beside the bench, where Me, Maya, and Lucas resided."Hi page forty-two."

"Hi pages twenty-seven, thirty-four and fifty-eight. You're doing too much, you should calm down." I rolled my eyes at him.

"Yearbooks! Find out who we are and what we really think about each other."

"You wanna know what I think about you?" Maya asked Lucas, sliding off the bench from beside me.

"No I don't."

"But I wanna tell ya."

"I don't think you need to."

"I'm gonna do it anyway."

"Don't do it."

"It's been a while."

"I'm asking you not to do it." He said, exasperatedly.

"I'm gonna do it. You wanna run, or you want it straight in the face?"

"Well, I wanna run, but how would that look?"

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, hurr." Maya said, singing the scale.

"You guys would judge me if I run, right?" I stood up on the bench, slinging an arm around his shoulder.

"Yes, yes we would." She did the scale again.

"Come on, man, there's always another option!"

"HA HURRRRR!"

"You ok now?" Lucas asked her.

"Hm...that was good." I laughed.

"You know what else is good? Yearbooks. All of our classmates say what they think of us." Riley said.

"Yearbook, find out how we'll be remembered. Guess what? You took another nice picture you freak." Farkle said, handing Lucas his yearbook as Riley handed me mine.  

"Thanks, Farkle. How will you be remembered?"

'Did they do it to you, again?" Maya asked.

"Most likely to be Farkle...Farkle."