Falling For An Ass - Riarkle

(15) christmas break begins

The rest of the term dragged on until finally we were packing to leave.
"Riley, what should I wear. I don't want to look bad for your parents," Farkle says.
"Farkle, I love you for you not for fashion," I say.
"How about this," Farkle says showing me a putrid vomit coloured t-shirt.
"Scratch that, that is disgusting. No one can make that look good," I say taking the shirt and throwing it towards the bin.
"Are you packed already," Farkle says turning around and looking at me.
"Yes. I finished yesterday, when I said we should. You said it will be fine to pack a hour before leaving," I say happily because I was right.
"Fuck, I hate it when you are right," Farkle says walking towards me leaning in for a kiss.
I lean in for the kiss but put my hands in front of my lips and say, "No kisses until you are packed."
"Ugh fine," Farkle says going back to his suitcase.
"So we have 6 weeks off, we are going to spend the first 5 at my parents and the last 1 at your parents," I say.
"Or, we could spend 6 at yours and 0 at mine," Farkle says. 
"Nuh uh not getting away from it that easily," I say smiling.
"Fine,"Farkle groaned as he zipped his suitcase.
"Done?" I ask as he sits his suitcase up.
"Yes, can I kiss you now?" Farkle asks walking towards me.
I kiss him and then grab my suitcase and drag it down to my car that I never really use.

I never use my car because I can't afford gas for just driving around campus.

"I always forget you have a car," Farkle says putting his suitcase in the trunk of the car.
"Honestly, me to," I say laughing.
"Anything else?" Farkle asks.
"Yeah couple things, firstly who's driving," I ask.
"Do you want to, because I don't mind," Farkle says.
"You can drive then," I say. "In that case though I need a few more things."

I run to my dorm and grab a blanket, a speaker and a bag of snacks. I lock the door and make my way back down to the car.

"Ready," I say going to the passenger seat.
"Cool let's go. Your parents live in New York right," Farkle says.
"Yeah Greenwich Village," I say.
"My parents live in Greenwich Village too," Farkle says with a frown.
"Oh cool," I say.
"I guess," Farkle says.
"Hey how come we didn't go to school together," I ask.
"I was homeschooled. I mean my parents wanted me to be homeschooled but I wanted to go to school," Farkle says.
"Oh cool," I say.

I do my seatbelt up, put my blanket on and put my feet on the dashboard.

After an hour of just talking to Farkle I crack open the snacks which mainly consists of lollies, chocolate and some savoury biscuits.

"Riley, how long do you think we will last?" Farkle asks.
"I don't know Farkley. I would love to stay with you forever. You know get married and have kids and shit," I say.
"I like that plan," Farkle says.
"Why do you ask," I ask.
"Just wanted to see if we had similar thoughts on our relationship," Farkle says.
"Are they similar," I ask.
"Yeah, identical actually," Farkle says smiling.