Riarkle One Shots- Girl Meets World

04| too late (pt. 1)

this'll be set seven years after high school.

*also, part of this is inspired by my book that's in process at the moment. (i'll make sure to bring it up when i decide to start publishing it.)

**double also, this will be a two part thing again... maybe i'm not cut out to make one-shots lol. i keep on writing too much, haha.

***triple also, i will be using the suggestion of a twist on 'girl meets texas' in the next one-shot, after these two parts, because i already started this one before it. thank you for the idea, my pretty much only reader lmao. 

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"You're invited to Riley Matthews and Lucas Friar's wedding," Farkle read aloud, his jaw tightening as he read the names.

He stood by a large, squeaky-clean window that looked over New York's bustling streets, grimacing as he scanned through the invitation in hand. The colorful letter brought only painful memories through the man's mind. Was this some sort of sick joke? 

Farkle looked back to a date that was only four years ago, two years after high school graduation. That day was the last time he'd seen Riley Matthews, up until now with this letter filled with pictures of her and him.  Why him, of all people, Riley? Why him?

Groaning, he fell back into his leather revolving chair and let out an exasperated sigh. Maybe he should've expected this. He rubbed his eyes and raked a hand through his unkept hair, reading through the wedding invitation over and over, as if looking at it again and again would make it disappear.

He knew he messed up with Riley, and he thought it was all over after what had happened between them. He thought he'd never have to deal with her again, at least in person. Memories of her bright smile and airy giggle still invaded Farkle's mind when he really didn't need it there.

Her face never left his mind, unfortunately. And sure, they'd been friends before- best friends- but he didn't think she'd have the heart- or the guts- to send a wedding invite to him. It had been four years, goddammit!

 Farkle has just begun to get over the thought of her, and here she is, sending a slap to his face right when he was recovering. Was this meant to be revenge on him? Had Riley really become this spiteful?  

He was unsure, of why Riley would want to have him at her wedding. Sure, she was always a kindhearted girl, but was she really nice enough to think of him? Maybe she wanted to rub it in his face, or maybe she hoped to just be nice, but didn't actually want him there.

Whatever it was, Farkle decided against his aching heart. He would go to that wedding, watch her give her life to another man, and he would get over her. It couldn't be that hard, right? This was a real goodbye- a wake up call. And it was much needed.

Farkle screwed his eyes shut and just sat silently, propping his head on his hand over the cool wooden desk. He tried preventing it, but the recollections of the events leading to the separation of Riley and him overcame him, sending him back to good ol' memory lane.

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"What the fuck was that, Riley?" An extremely angry Farkle demanded, his hands clenched so tight on the steering wheel that his knuckles were turning colors. He and Riley were in his car, and the tension rising in the air was thick- and it wasn't heading anywhere good.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Riley insisted, though she sat quietly, her hands folded in her lap. She looked down at her feet, an obvious sign that either something was bothering her, or she was lying. In this case, it was the latter. The uncomfortable brunette had her eyes shut tightly, like she was wishing it was all a dream.