Riarkle: How love evolves

12

Riley Matthews
I woke up with Farkles arms wrapped around my waist. I slowly get out of bed. I put on Farkles shirt and go sit on the balcony. I need to do something. I take a deep breath and hit the call button. It connects and I see her face with the biggest smile.
"Riles I missed you so much. I am the worst person to ever live."
She yells.
"I forgave you days ago. I'm just to stubborn for my own good sometimes."
I shyly say.
"Oh thank God. I have so much to tell you."
She exclaims. I smile.
"So do I."
"Wait your accent is thicker. And your not home. Where are you."
"I'm in London."
We spent a lot of time catching up.
"Wait your wearing a guys shirt. You had sex with Farkle."
She exclaims.
"Just because I'm wearing his shirt doesn't mean we bonked."
"First of all never say bonked again. And honey if your wearing another guys shirt at 7 in the morning your time it means you had sex."
She laughs.
"Fine. Your right we bonked."
I put emphasis on bonked to drive her crazy.
"You trigger me"
She laughs.
"Tell me everything."
"What no. What happens in the bedroom is private. You don't tell me about your sex life."
"Because my sex life is with your uncle. You don't want me saying how hot he makes me or how good it feels when he-"
I covered my ears.
" Lalalalalalalalalalala."
I yelled. How is Farkle still asleep.
"Okay okay."
She laughs.
"Thank you. But I'm not telling you anything."
She scoffs.
"I gotta go my mom needs me. Call you later."
She waves and I hung up.
That felt good. I decide to make Farkle breakfast. Bacon and eggs for my love. And waffles and fruit for me. I finished cooking and ran in the bedroom. I jumped on him. He loudly groaned. I attacked his face with kisses.
"I made you bacon."
I say in a sing song voice.
"Bacon."
He sits up causing me to fall backwards. He grabs my hands and pulls me in the kitchen. He sits at the counter and waits for his food like a little kid. I put it in front of him.
"Thank you."
He pecks me on the lips. I put my food on a plate and sit next to him.
"Guess what's in a month."
I question. Hinting at my birthday.
"July 27th."
He sarcastically answers. I scoff and look down at my food.
"I'm kidding. In one month it will be Ms. Riley Eleanor Matthews 18th birthday."
He says in a brittish accent. I laugh and nod.
"What are we gonna do for my birthday."
"I have it all planned. Don't you worry a pretty little hair on your head."
He kisses my forehead and rinses his plate.
****
I show Farkle around the city. We go see big Ben. I show him my old place, my old school. As we're walking we pass it. The place that took the most important person in my life. The police tape is still up. Chalk outlines. I stop walking and just stare.
"Riley?"
He asks.
"This is it."
I say. He realizes what it is.
"Come on. Let's go somewhere else."
I get an idea.
"Can we go to the police station."
I ask. He looks confused but nods. We walk there in silence.
"Wait outside."
He nods. I walk inside. For six years I spent at least five hours a day here. A close friend of my mom's was chief. And they all got used to me coming in. They'd bring me donuts or on joyrides. Or I'd take care of the Sheppards. Or I would organize the front desk. And they would give me inside information on the case. The place hadn't changed nor the staff.
"Everyone's favorite junior detectives back."
I exclaimed. Everyone looked up from there work. They cheered.
"I know a Matthews when I hear one."
A familiar voice says.
"Aunt Rachel."
I exclaim. I envelope her in a hug.
"Meet me in my office in 5."
I walk around.
"How ya doin frank."
"Hey it's Matthews. What are you doing back in the UK."
"Visiting. With my boyfriend."
"Boyfriend. No boyfriend for you. Your a little girl. Only 10."
Frank yells. Frank was always most protective of me. He knew my father. Frank was my dad when I needed him to be 
"I'm almost 18 Frankie."
I laugh.
"No. Your still this tall. And a little girl who loves unicorn stickers and singing."
He winks.
"Cheif wants me in her office."
I hug him and walk in aunt Rachel's office.
"Sit Ri Ri."
That was my nickname as a baby.
"How's the case."
"It's the only one we all care about. We have new evidence." She said. I moved forward in my seat.
"A gun. The same type Cory was shot with. It has the same amount of bullets that he was shot with missing. And there's prints on it that match a few on file. We've called them in."
"How'd you find the weapon."
"It was sent in. Anonymously."
I sighed.
"I want to be here. When you interrogate them."
"One of them is on they're way in. Are you sure."
"Yes. Absolutely. I'll be right back."
I ran out to Farkle.
"They're' been a breakthrough in the case and I get to stay when they interrogate a suspect. You can come in or I'll meet you at home."
I say in a rush.
"I'll stay here. In case you need me."
I nodded and pulled him inside.
"Where are you going."
Frank and a bunch of guys stopped Farkle and I.
"We're gonna need to speak to you. Paul reserve room 5."
Frank yells.
I sigh.
They take Farkle to an interrogation room. He looks back at me. I give him a sweet smile.