"You're all apart of my world, which makes us all royalty."
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(Book has been rewritten and is previously known as All Hail the Queen)
Also, PSA! Cleo's room with Cory and Topanga's apartment is just like her old room with her aunt! That will further be explained/talked about a little bit later! Also,I submitted the story for the Watty's tho I won't win anything😭😂🥳
Also, there are a lot of different heights for Riele on the web so.... cause I wanna make her taller than Maya by a bit, she's now 5'1💀 I didn't have time to edit either so this a mess💀
OOTC:
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Farkle admired Cleo's room and the things around it. He even took the time to sit on the chair that was hanging from two hooks newly put in the walls. The lights now tapped to her walls slightly reminded him of the stars he saw in his room.
He gazed at he skillful paintings and drawings, lingering on the sketches of clothes. He caught sight of a what seemed like fabric in a nearby bin and found the most colorful thing in her room besides her clothes; which wasn't a bad thing to him.
A sewing machine sat in the corner of her room near the fabrics, along with 2 mannequins, one that already had a beautiful dress on it. On the wall behind it, a sketch on it with Cleo's signature it. Farkle's eyes widened in amazement as he found a stack of outfits and dress sketches next to the mannequins and stared in awe.
He looked around for the closet but his eyes instead found Cleo, a small smile on her face and her pajamas she changed out of while Farkle waited. A blush made its way onto his cheeks and put the stack of papers down. He rubbed the back of his neck and tried to form a sentence as Cleo finished getting ready.
Yet, before he could speak, he took the time to look at Cleo, REALLY look at her. The outfit she wore made her seem slightly older, which she already seemed because of how mature he believed she was. She was about to put on a tiny bit of make-up, but even her young face set her apart. He had taken notice to the tired and hurt look in her eyes from time to time and started to connect dots in his head.
"You're older than us, aren't you?"
Cleo dropped her eyeliner and quickly marched over to Farkle. Thought she was shorter than him, she looked fiercely up at him and grabbed a his shirt to pull him down to her height. "Only a year. How do you know i'm older."
"I connected the dots."
"There were no dots i left for you to connect!"
"You still never told me how you even ended up living with the Matthew's or why you were sad that day. I wouldn't have to figure out things if you would just tell me. You can trust me, Cleo."
