What's The Point (gmw fanfiction)

Girl Meets Truth

Lucas' POV

"Eyes, look your last. Arms, take your last embrace. And, lips, oh you the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss," I say my lines, walking towards Riley, who is lying on a stone table, playing Juliet and pretending to be dead. I'm supposed to kiss her in a few moments and I'm not by far as happy as I expected to be when I first came here. I have no idea why. 

Then Farkle, for some reason completely unknown to me, jumps out from his place and steps into the scene. "Back off!" he exclaims.

I'm confused, what am I supposed to do now? This definitely wasn't in the script.I try to go with a bit of improvisation not to break my character, "What meanest thou? Spear carrier... who havest no lines?" Okay, someone save me, I am out of ideas.

"You tried to kiss my woman. This I cannot allow. Prepare to die!" Farkle somehow explains his not so great reasons. 

"Farkle, what are you doing? It's 'Romeo and Juliet'," I try to explain to him patiently just so he understands and I don't have to look like a crazy person up on the stage. But secretly, I'm kind of relieved that the kissing scene will not happen. 

Somehow, Maya ends up onstage too and then the play finishes. Finally, the torture is over. We step out of the school auditory. 

I wonder if the same thing would happen if Rhiannon had been there instead of Riley. To tell the truth, I cannot imagine her ever wanting the role of Juliet, especially if I am the one playing Romeo. But nothing like what happened definitely wouldn't happen. Firstly, Farkle probably wouldn't have dared to have any crazy ideas of this sort if Rhiannon had been the one onstage. And if he had, Rhiannon would have probably killed him. That is, if I wouldn't have been the one to do so first. 

Me and Rhiannon are back to our I-try-to-talk-to-her-and-she-ignores-my-existence-altogether kind of relationship. I should just give it up and I have no idea why I care so much, but after that dance, after being able to be so close to her for once, I cannot get her out of my head and I don't think I could ever give up trying to get close to her again. 

Rhiannon's POV

I stand in the school hallway with my back pressed against my locker, finishing some reading for school. I won't have time to do that later and since it is quiet because everyone is watching the probably lame play, I won't to use that opportunity. 

Then, the hallway becomes too crowded and too noisy for my liking. I look up from my book and I see mostly everyone line up next to the door to the auditorium and Riley, Maya, Lucas and Farkle in that exact order come out. Everyone claps for them, well except for Farkle. I can very well imagine what happened and from what I hear from people around me talking among themselves, it just confirms my assumption. 

Later, Lucas stops by me, acting like everything was okay between us and it was nothing unusual for us to talk to each other. Just because of that one dance, that doesn't mean I'm going to forget what he did so easily. That was just my moment of weakness, I was way too upset with my father ignoring me to think reasonably. It shouldn't have happened. 

"Did you see the play?" he asks.

"What makes you think that it is okay for you to talk to me and I'm no longer angry at you for what you did?" I snap at him. "And for your information, I think Romeo and Juliet is kind of lame and from what I heard, I'm glad I didn't see the play," I refer to Farkle ruining the plot. 

In history class

"If history's about discovering the truth of what happens in the past, we should spend some time finding out what truth is," my father teaches one of his 'extremely smart' lessons. It's not that they're exactly bad, but they sound a bit too naive for someone like me, who has seen things much different from what he teaches. There is also the fact that my father has ignored me for longer than I can remember and does not act on most of his lessons, at least from my point of view.

I do not think he could stand the real truth,if he were to actually see it. All he sees is Riley as his one and only perfect daughter. 

"All through history, people have suffered for telling the truth," father continues, acting as if he didn't notice that Riley and Maya keep interrupting him, but everyone has noticed that by now. "They all suffered dearly for having the courage to tell the truth."

I had the 'honor' to actually speak up and tell the truth once and I got nothing for it, things just got worse, I doubt he has any idea what that was like, especially because he was present. 

"So sometimes it's better not to?" Riley pipes up.

"Bu aren't there consequences for that too, sir?" Lucas speaks up with his own question, but he's asking the wrong person.

"Yes, there are, Mr. Friar. But in my experience with the universe no matter what you do, truth always finds a way of coming out." Yet, he's still unable or unwilling to face it.

The bell rings to end the class and I quickly take my things to get out of the classroom as fast as possible, but Lucas stops me. "Why do you act as if you weren't a part of your family?" he poises an absolutely inappropriate question.

I give him the type of answer he deserves, "That has nothing to do with you and you don't have any right to ask that. Besides, you're apparently only looking at one side of the coin." 

"But didn't you pay attention on the lesson at all? Mr. Matthews taught us that we should always tell the truth. All I'm asking of you is the truth," Lucas demands.

"Don't you get it? This particular truth has nothing to do with you. Oh, and also, I do not care about what my father teaches. And now, if you excuse me, I am in a hurry." I attempt to slip through the door of the classroom. Everyone is gone by now and it's just me and Lucas. I do not want to spend any more of my time on this pointless conversation.

"Why don't you care about your family at all?" Great, just when I thought that he couldn't ask anything less appropriate than what he already started with. Apparently, he can.

"Look, I don't know what you have been told, but I'm not the one who was guilty of not caring."

"But-" he starts, but I don't give him the chance to speak. I quickly interrupt him. 

"Fine, you want the truth? The truth is you're too nosy for my liking and for your own good." With this, I finally flee from the classroom.