Corey Fogelmanis Imagines

7||Jumbled Feelings(Farkle)

This is not mine. It's from @girl-meetsimagines on Tumblr.
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"Y/N, would you like to read the next chapter for us?" Mr. Matthews asks, all eyes on you and you begin to panic. You looked around to see every pair of eyes on you and it didn't help your nerves, you have dyslexia and as much as you try to overcome it, it comes back and bites you in the butt. Nobody knows about it, because you're ashamed of it, it makes you different and you don't want to be different, you want to fit in.

"I'll read!" A familiar voice pipes in making everyone turn to look at the one and only Farkle Minkus, he gives you a small smile and you smile back in order to show your complete and utter gratitude towards the brunette. As he begins to read about the industrial revolution you try to follow along, but before you know it your brain is processing everything wrong. You finally decide to give up, and you sink into your chair deciding that listening is your best option.

"Y/N, can I speak to you for a minute?" You nod and tell the gang you'll meet them later at Topanga's. They nod before leaving you alone with Mr.Matthews, who has a very concerned look gleaming in his eyes. "Ms. Y/L/N, i'm very worried about you," "don't be, I'm fine Mr.Matthews, really." He sighed and sat on the front of his desk in front of where you sat and tried way to hard not to look him in the eyes.

"You're not Y/N, and it's okay to admit it. I know your dyslexia makes things hard, but if you want to ever conquer it you have to speak up in class, participate." You nodded your head slowly, you understood what he was saying, but the thought of all of your friends and even people you wouldn't call your friends knowing your deepest darkest secret, it terrified you. "What's holding you back Y/N?" "The gang."

"What do you mean the gang is holding you back Y/N/N", Mr.Matthews knew he shouldn't have gotten personal with you, but you were like a third daughter to him, he wanted to make sure you were okay. If that meant breaking strict teacher mode for a couple of minutes, so be it. "I'm scared that once they find out that I have dyslexia they'll treat me different, like I'm dumb, or mentally challenged."

He got up from his place on his desk and walked over to you, kneeling so he's eye level with you, "Y/N/N, the gang loves you, they would never ever think about treating you like that, and you know it. They'd be there for you, every single step of the way, they'd encourage you and help you overcome it. You don't have to be afraid."

Little did you know, that standing outside the door, farkle was listening in. He knew something was up, that something was wrong, not with you, but he knew something was bothering and he hated seeing you down. He took in everything that was being said, Mr.Matthews encouraging words, the fact that you struggled with dyslexia, and that you were afraid to tell the gang, more importantly you were afraid to tell him. Farkle has always had a crush on you, and everyone but you were able to see it. On that day, he made it his mission to make help you overcome your dyslexia and become the happy, giddy, wonderful person he knew you are.

Two weeks had passed since your chat with Mr.Matthews, it had been two weeks of farkle constantly asking you if you're okay, with that he'd get a simple, yeah i'm fine, why? He wanted to tell you he knew, but he didn't know how, but he knew he had to grow a pair and tell you sometime soon. How else was he supposed to help you overcome it if he didn't help. "Y/N/N, do you wanna come over after school?" Farkle asked you as you two walked out of math together. You nodded and smiled, "yeah sounds great, I actually have to tell you something anyways," "great, we can leave right after school."

When you two arrived at the Minkus residence you made your way up to his room. When you opened the door, you weren't expecting what you saw, on the desk in his room were flash cards, not just any flash cards, the kind your mom used to use with you when you were younger so you could get used to the different letters that liked to play tricks on your brain. There were also workbooks and pencils, pens, and highlighters set up. "What is this?" Farkle sighed and led you inside his room leaving the door open, "I know Y/N, I know about your dyslexia." Your jaw flew open and it remained that way for quite some time before you composed yourself and took in a deep breath, "How? How do you know about my dyslexia, who told you? Who have you told?"

The brunette seemed shocked at your sudden outburst, he jumped slightly at your raised voice and took your hands in his in hopes to calm you down. You tried to ignore the tingling sensation you felt all over your body, and kept a straight face. "I was eavesdropping on your conversation with Mr.Matthews', and I haven't told anyone", he reassured you. You nodded and calmed down a little, "why didn't you tell us, or more importantly me Y/N/N?"

His hands were still holding yours and you let out a sigh, "I was scared that you guys would treat me different, I was scared you would treat me different Farkle. You felt a slight squeeze to your hands and looked up into his chocolate brown eyes, "I would never treat you different, because of something like this Y/N, I will however help you. I want to be there when you need me and to catch you when you fall." You had a feeling this wasn't just about your dyslexia and the butterflies in your stomach began to erupt.

"Y/N, you're one of the most incredible girls I have ever had the pleasure to meet and know, you're funny, charming, witty, intelligent, and not to mention beautiful. So your brain processes stuff a little wackier than other people's brains, so what? It makes you unique. Nobody wants to be exactly the same, what would be the fun in that? Do you think if I wanted to be exactly the same I would be known as most likely to be Farkle in the school yearbook time and time again.

No, I wouldn't. You chuckled and smiled listening to him speak so highly of you. "I want to help you. I want to help you overcome this wall that's made my Y/N so upset. I want to make you happy again."
"I'm already happy Farkle, I have people like you to help me and push me forward on this bumpy roller coaster of life. I have friends like Riley, Maya, Lucas, and Zay that make days a little less horrible."

"Hey! What about me?" You smiled, "and then I have you farkle, the only person I know that would go through the trouble of listening to a confidential talk between student and teacher just to find out what's wrong, the only person that would set time aside to help me overcome my dyslexia, the only person that while he manages to be a complete dork, steals my heart. That's what you do Farkle."

"Are you saying you like me, as more than a friend Y/N/N?" You nodded and smiled at him, he let out a sigh and pulled you close into a bear hug. "Oh thank God, I was so scared you wouldn't return the feelings" he stressed you laughed softly and slowly placed your lips near his, he leaned in pressing your lips to his and pulling you close.

"Does this mean we can have kissing breaks while you help me?" He let out an angelic laugh and led you to the desk, only if you do well Ms. Y/L/N."

A/N: again, this isn't mine but idk it's super cute.

QOTD: What's your favorite show other than gmw?

My answer: Gossip Girl all the freaking way. I've started The OC and One Tree Hill was pretty good but neither of them are as good as gossip girl to me. (Mainly bc they don't have Chuck bass but oh well)