It's 3 am, and Riley Matthews is lying on her floor, arms and legs spread out wide. She hears the car horns, the wind quietly hitting the windows. She knows she should close the windows, New York is a scary place.

Maybe she's simply hoping that he would show his face. It's late, it's 3 am. Riley Matthews is legitimately in love with Farkle Minkus.

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Prom was earlier that night. She went with Charlie, he always seemed like the soft option for her. They had entered a steady friendship, as she had with Lucas.

Farkle had brought Maya, which was a surprise to both her and Lucas (who was still undoubtedly in love with Maya). Riley, confused, asked him what happened with him and Smackle.

Smackle was leaving for college early, and they thought it would be best if they were just friends.

Riley's heart soared out of her chest.

/

"Forgot your umbrella?" Farkle whispered in her ear, holding it up to cover Riley. She had just gotten out of cheer practice. He always waited for her, right outside of the gymnasium. It was a habit. Riley shivered. It was the cold, it had to be, but his eyes were a perfect shade of brown and his hair was messy and Riley's thoughts are so scattered-

"Uh, yeah. I'm so forgetful." His nose crinkled up happily.

"That's why I'm here."

No, that can't be right.

It can't be Farkle.

/

"That was a great speech, Farkle." She told him, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug.

"Yours was too, Riles." Her body was warm, her face was warm. She had just got done telling Lucas they will always be friends and then watched him stare at Maya longingly while she talked to Josh.

"Promise me high school won't change who we are, Farkley." She wiped tears from her cheek. He took one of his thumbs and wiped a tear.

"I promise, Riles. Wherever you are, I will be. I guarantee it."

/

He climbs through the window. It is 3:05 am.

He lays down beside her. "I miss dancing with you." He whispers, and her body gets chills because she loves him, god she loves him,and his hair is done up from earlier.

"I got tired." She chides, tired but happy.

"Your dad will kill me if he finds out I'm here. It's also 3 am." He whispers back, his hands intertwining with hers gently.

"I love you, Farkle." She whispers lovingly, and she feels like she is drowning in love and she never wants to swim back up. This is what her parents felt. This is what she feels now.

His face is millimeters from hers, "And I love you."

His lips captured hers slowly, then passionately.

It's 3:10 am and Mrs. Farkle Minkus is repeating itself in her head.