Small Town Girl (Farkle Minkus)

Chapter Twenty-Five: Girl Meets Paul

I sat on the floor of my bedroom, my back against the bed, watching a movie. Farkle laid in front of me, his head on a pillow in my lap, as I ran my fingers through his hair.

"Your hair is so soft." I told him, lightly massaging his scalp. He closed his eyes, and I laughed. "You like me playing with your hair, don't you."

"Uh-huh." I smirked at him. I looked up as I heard a door close downstairs.

"No. Paul, you need to go." Lucas's mom said. I froze. Farkle sat up.

"Paul, isn't that your..." I nodded.

"She's my daughter, Jess. I have a right to see her, and you don't have a right to stop me."

"No, you lost that right when you walked out on her in Texas and left her in New York City, with no idea on the whereabouts of the only family she's got left." She argued.

"I had to. I just...I needed a break. I couldn't take it any more."

"No, because see, you don't get to do that. As a parent, your job is to pull yourself together for her. But you didn't do that, so you need to get the heck out of my house before she knows you're here."

"Just...Can you...Can you tell her I'm sorry?"

"Yeah. I'll do that, now you need to leave." I heard the front door close and open again.

"Skipper?" I shook my head.

"Let's just...watch the movie." He scooted up next to me and wrapped an at around my waist, kissing the top of my head. The door opened and Mrs. Friar opened it.

"Hey guys. Are you guys hungry?" I shook my head.

"No, we're fine. Thank you though." I told her. She watched me, warily.

"You heard all that, didn't you?" I nodded. "Did I do the right thing, or-"

"Yeah. Yeah you did. Thank you." She nodded, closing the door lightly behind her.

"Do you think you'll ever forgive him?" Farkle asked. I sighed.

"I don't know. Maybe some day. But he'll never really be my father. Not now."  I leaned my head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry." I looked up at him, putting a hand on his face, turning it towards me and kissing him. He kissed me back, bringing his hand up to cover mine. I brought my other hand up to his hair, running my fingers through it again. This was the longest we'd ever kissed. I pulled away, leaning my forehead against his.

"Thank you."

"If that's the response I get, maybe I should apologize more often." I laughed, settling in beside him again and continuing to watch the movie.

"Do you want to stay the night, Farkle?" He looked over at me.

"What?"

"Do. You. Want. To. Stay. The. Night? I'm sure Jess won't mind." He nodded.

"Oh. I'll have to call my parents, but yeah." I grabbed the remote, pausing the movie.

"Ok, cool. I'll go ask." I got up, walking downstairs, where Mrs. Friar was in the kitchen. "Hey Jess?" I asked.

"Hmm?"

"Is it ok if Farkle stays the night?"  She looked up at me.

"The door stays open, and no one shares a bed. Is that understood." I nodded.

"Yes ma'am. Of course." She nodded.

"Ok, then it's fine with me. How're you doing?" I smiled at her.

"I'll be ok. When Lucas comes home, could you let him know he's free to join us?"

"Of course." I nodded, and went to go downstairs, before running back and hugging her, then heading back upstairs. I was almost at the door when I heard Farkle talking.

"Yeah, I'd stay the night. No, we won't sleep in the same bed. She's ok, I think. A lot better than she was.  Even so, I feel bad. I just wish there was something I could do. I hate that she's upset I can't do anything to fix it. Yeah. Yeah, I'll try. Ok. Love you too. Bye." He hung up and I entered the room. "How much of that did you hear?"

"Enough. I'm fine, Farkle. Honestly."

"Are you sure?" I nodded.

"Yes. Is there anything you need to get from your house?"

"Yeah, I was just about to head there. I'll see you in...ten minutes?"

"Yeah, sure."

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Farkle returned and we ended up sitting on my bed, across from each other, both of us cross legged. I had his hand in my lap, tracing the lines on his palm with my fingers while his other hand resided on my knee. We were just shooting rapid-fire questions at each other.

"Favorite food?" I asked, not looking up from his hand.

"Ribs." I smiled. "You?"

"Um...Meat loaf."

"Nice. Favorite Color?"

"Turquoise."

"I don't really have a favorite. I like all colors."

"That doesn't surprise me." He ran his thumb over my knee. "Favorite...person."

"You." I paused, glancing up at him. He smirked at me.

"Aw, you stole my answer." He rolled his eyes, and I laughed. "I was going to say you, as well."

"I'm glad." I bit my lip, looking back at his hand.

"You're adorable, you know that right?"

"You're beautiful, you know that right?"

"Well, thank you." There was a knock at the door. "Come in!" The door opened to reveal Lucas.

"Hey." He came in, shutting the door behind him. "Did I...interrupt something."  I turned sideways on the bed.

"Nope." I said, popping the 'p'.

"It was just...Mom said that...your dad came by." I nodded.

"I'm great, I'm fine. Lovely." I assured him.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Positive." He nodded.

"Great. Well, I'll let you get back to...whatever it was you were doing. Hey, Farkle."

"Hi Lucas." He left, shutting the door behind him. I stood up, walking to the end Farkle was seated on and sat beside him on the edge of the bed, my back facing him. I grabbed a ponytail holder from the table, pulling my hair into a ponytail. Farkle put a hand on my shoulder, pressing his lips to the other one, on top of my shirt. I got on the bed, crawling over him so that my back was against the wall and my legs were draped over his lap. He started tracing lines over my legs, causing me to shiver.

"I'm glad I get to spend all day with you." I told him.

"That makes two of us." 

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So, just a cute little chapter. Probably going to continue this whole thing in upcoming chapters just to take a little break from the story line of the show. Thank you for all the reads, votes, and Comments! This book is WAY more popular than I imagined. Thank you all!

-RED0823