Riarkle One Shots

Shut Up

I go into the school in rush since I missed the subway. Maya needed to retake a test,  so I ended up waking up late. This isn't that unusual since I've had a hard time focusing on anything lately and sleeping at all. I'm not sure what's the problem, but I'll figure it out.

I wander into my first period, my dad's class, and take my seat. The second I'm in my seat all my friends  stare at me. They're probably wondering why I'm so late.

My dad rambles on and on about one of the wars, explaining how you need to fully understand things before you can come to a conclusion. I start to sone out when Farkle passes me a note.

It read: Riles,
              I need to talk to you after class.

I turn and nod, showing that I'll meet him after class which seems to take forever. Once we finally got out, he grabs my hand and leads me to a corner in one of the hallways where no one will notice us.

He smiles at me. "Riley," the genius says in a teasing way.

"Yes?" I respond.

"You're wearing my shirt."

I look down and my only thought is crap. How did I miss that this morning? That's probably why everyone was staring at me. It's not like me and Farkle are together, but wearing his shirt just feels right. Best friends do this kind of thing all the time, so it's totally normal. Right?

I blush. "I'm sorry. You probably left it last time you were at my house."

He nods still smiling. "You don't have to apologize. I think it looks good on you anyways."

I blush even more. "Shut up," I stutter.

"I'm being honest," he defends himself with a laugh. "I mean you already looks amazing, but my shirt on you is a bonus."

I smile and bump his shoulder with mine to ease my nerves.

And that's when everything seems to click.

At this second all the pieces fall together. I haven't been able to sleep because I've thinking about my feelings. I knew that much. But now I know that it's because I like Farkle. No. More than like love. If I can even say that at our young age. This is what I get for wearing the wrong shirt. My feelings finally becoming clear. I think I can live with that though.

I glance at my phone and sigh. "We better get to class."

"I'll walk you," he tells me.

We start towards my math class and I feel myself begin to sink a bit. Math is confusing enough without all these confusing feeling bottled up in me. I snuggle into his shirt a little more as we arrive taking comfort in the fact that no matter what happens I know he'll always be here for me.

{Be honest with me. Do you guys want a part two to this or nah?}