❝ Now you may think this story ends with a happy ever after but your wrong, it doesn't. I destroyed everyone I cared about, including myself. ❞
"Not bad, Farkle." She couldn't say her sentiment had changed much. At 13, his kiss wasn't bad. At 18, his kisses were actually good. His lips were moving skillfully against hers with the same amount of fervor that he'd given her on the train years back, but with a control that she'd have to thank Isadora Smackle for...
She was letting her hair out of the messy ponytail she'd tied it up in before they'd fallen asleep the night before. He lay mesmerized as her blonde tresses fell against her bare back. Today was one of those nothing at all mornings. Maya Hart may be an artist, but to Farkle Minkus, she's the masterpiece.
** WINNER OF "BEST MARKLE ONE-SHOT IN THE GMW CHOICE AWARDS 2016 ** He found himself staring up at the blank white ceiling of his dorm room wondering what went wrong. He remembered the party, the days they spent together that quickly turned to nights, and lastly that night where the sky seemed to have an eerie lilac t...
Farkle Minkus has always had a huge crush on his best friend, Maya Hart. Maya, on the other hand, only sees him as a friend. Basically, it was one sided: Farkle had the crush, but Maya didn't return those feelings back. Farkle's nemesis, Smackle, has a crush on him, but he doesn't feel the same way, since they're ac...
