Falling For An Ass - Riarkle

(16) roadtrips

We were 2 hours into our road trip. Halfway.

"Faarklleyy, immm hungryyy," I say stretching my words.
"You have tonnes of snacks," Farkle says looking at the road.
"I want actual foood Farkleyyy," I say.
"Fast food isn't actual food," Farkle says.
"It is better than eating this and ten putting on weight and not getting full," I say pointing to my snack bag.
"Fine, there is a McDonalds in 5 mins," Farkle says.

We have on and off conversation while I eat my McDonalds, I got 24 pack of chicken nuggets, large fries and a chocolate frappe.

"You going to be sick Riley," Farkle says as he watching me finish off my food.
"And I'll have no regrets about it," I say smiling.
"Okay, I'll say I told you so when you feel like you are going to puke and regret how much you ate," Farkle says.
"And I will let you," I say.

1 and a half hours later.

"Riley, where do they live," Farkle says while driving through Greenwich Village.
I give him directions and then we are outside the apartments I grew up in.
"Back at the childhood home," I say smiling up at the building.

We go in and get buzzed up. I knock on the door with Farkle standing behind me.

"RILEY," Mom shouts opening the door and hugging me.
"Hey Mom, wheres Auggie and Dad?" I ask walking in with Farkle following me.
"Your dad is picking up Auggie from school," Mom says but then her attention turns towards Farkle.
"Hi," Farkle says awkwardly waving.
"I take it you must be Farkle. I have heard a lot about you," Mom says smiling at Farkle which I can tell helps Farkle with nerves as his body relaxes a bit.
"What are you majoring in," Mom says as she leads us to the kitchen.
"Art, like Riley. We practically have identical timetables," Farkle says taking a seat next to me at the dining table.
"We are back," I hear dad say opening the door but then he says, "Riley!"
I get and hug him and Auggie.

We talk at the table for a while turns out Mom didn't tell dad we were having Farkle over so he was a complete weirdo over Farkle. I'm 100 percent sure that he now had enough personal information on Farkle to guess all his passwords. Ever.