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[farkle]

Farkle J. Minkus. 14. The genius that is loyal and kind.
Future world dictator. Pippin.
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[farkle]

[BECAUSE WE'LL NEVER GET THIS OTHERWISE. Shortly after leaving the campfire, Farkle and Riley find their way to the ice cream parlor. Probably in silence, because Farkle will wait for her to talk. And probably inevitable gets up to buy their ice cream when they arrive.]

[plutonicideals]

[Riley, meanwhile, has been abnormally silent. After the campfire thing, she's been thinking over what's happened... and she doesn't regret it, because she thinks it had to be done. But something about it still hurts, even as she tried to wipe away the tears that had been starting.

When Farkle brings her her ice cream, though, she smiles.]

Thanks, Farkle.

[farkle]

[He knows what to expect. He's watched them all long enough, and has known both of the girls much longer than he's watched. It didn't take a genius to see where everything was headed, but it wasn't something he could interfere in. This was something they had to get through on their own, even if it hurts to see all of his friends so upset.

He smiles in turn when she takes her ice cream, sliding into the booth across from her. Nodding, he takes a lick of the icecream.]

I figured you could use some extra sprinkles, too.

[plutonicideals]

[She smiles a little, a giggle that isn't quite her usual happy giggle.]

I noticed. You know what I like, Farkle.

[And its awkward. She knows Farkle heard everything she just did with Maya and Lucas.]

[farkle]

[ He did hear. He expected something soon, though maybe not like that. Still, he can't smile at that sound. That's not the giggle he's used to and certainly not the sound he loves more than anything else. ]

I also know you're pretending right now. And you don't have to pretend with me.

[plutonicideals]

[She sighs, because of course Farkle would know. If anyone would know, it's him.]

Then I won't. They're sorting it out though, so it'll be okay.

[farkle]

It's not just about them-- it's never been just about them.

[He says it easily, even if he doesn't add more. Even if he doesn't know what else to say regarding the whole thing. Because of course he doesn't. He's not good with emotions. Recognizing them, sure, but he doesn't know how to handle them. There's a reason he doesn't say things or help his friends deal with them, that's Riley's thing. And all he can do now is bring them to the surface. Or direct logic, but...

Well, that's not easy right now. So for now he takes a bite of his ice cream and waits.]

[plutonicideals]

It is now.

[Because she has NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS aside from pushing down her own feelings in favor of supporting Maya. That's more important than her own feelings, and she is trying to stay as uninvolved with that as she can, aside from pushing people where they needed to go.]

[farkle]

It's not.

[He continues to say it just as firmly, certain neither of them would want Riley to shove her own feelings aside. But he can't force her to say anything, not yet, not when he's not really sure what anything is. So he just says what needs to be said and goes to his ice cream again.]

[plutonicideals]

[She's pretty stubborn about shoving those feelings aside, though, and she frowns intensely at Farkle.]

It is. It really is about them now.

[farkle]

[He frowns at her intently, pinching his face, wandering if it was his place to push right now or not.]

Your feelings still matter too.

[plutonicideals]

Not right now. It's all worked out, Farkle.

[Because while her feelings say something else, she has her brain stuck on 'this is okay, who needs feelings, certainly not me']

[farkle]

If it's all worked out then why were you looking like you wanted to cry a few minutes ago?

[plutonicideals]

—I didn't. It was just...

[She doesn't have an answer, actually. She just shakes her head instead.]

[farkle]

You did. And it's okay to not be happy, Riley. I wouldn't expect you to be.

[farkle]

Do people often get dreams about home here?

I mean, I'm sure they do. Dreams are doors to your subconscious and all that so sometimes it takes you to familiar places. The ones I usually remember aren't like this, though. It was kind of like remembering a whole lot of stuff? Or going through a whole lot of it. And it's weird because I usually know everything, but this wasn't anything I expected. I slept a whole lot longer, too.

So it's just weird.

The me in those dreams is kinda different than how I am here. I know it's growing up, in either place. It's harder here, but I wonder if somewhere down the line here I'll stop making the same decision I made there. We change all the time, every day. I don't think either me is at all the same from the me I was last year.

Which has me thinking about something my teacher taught me. His name was Cory Matthews, some of you might remember him. He arrived with us. He's not here anymore and maybe that's why I thought it was important to share this.

He taught us the secret of life is people change people. Sometimes it means you're brought to a specific place with certain people and you learn from each other. That it's what we do for those around us and those less fortunate. But the me last year wouldn't have agreed with that. The me in that dream was learning what that meant and I think the person I've become here already agreed with it.

So if that much can change in such a short time, do you think we'll be able to be the same people we were if we go home? I don't think so and I'm not sure if in the end the changes will be for the better.

But I'd love to hear all of your thoughts. Enlighten me.