Girl Meets 7 Minutes In Heaven: Part 9 “Let’s Get This Bottle Spinning!”
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Continuation of a mainly Riarkle, slightly Joshaya, slightly Zaya angsty fic about the gangs first high school party.
The gang stands at Evan’s front door silently. None of them want to be the first ones to knock. Josh looks down at his phone, texting someone. “Well, I’m gonna head out guys. I have my own party to go to.”
Maya raises her eyebrows at him. “I thought you had an overdue paper to write, Boing,” she teases.
Zay frowns a little before Josh answers “I’m only gonna stay for an hour or two, so bye guys! I’ll let Cory know you guys got here safe and sound,” Josh turns around to leave. And the gang is still standing there not making a move. So, Josh turns back around and pounds on the door. “Bye kiddos, have fun!” and with that he runs off.
Riley screams after him “Not cool, Josh!” Now the gangs really anxious waiting for the door to open. Well, that is except for Maya who just looks sad, because Josh is gone and she really wanted to talk to him before he left, she doesn’t know what exactly she wanted to say, but she knows she needed to tell him she was wrong about the kiss. Completely wrong. She looks at Zay and shakes the feelings off.
And then Evan Willard opens the door and his bright white teeth gleam in their faces. “Lucas! Zay! Maya! Come on in! Join the party!” he greets them, screaming over the loud music coming from inside his house. But then he notices the rest of the kids standing in his doorway. “And Lucas’ girlfriend! And Zay’s other friends!”
Riley, Farkle and Smackle look uncomfortable and slightly hurt that they were just regarded as the losers of the group.
Topanga had lied to Cory earlier when she said that his entire class was going to this party. Only about half of them were. The rest of this party was mostly sophomores with a handful of juniors. Evan Willard was a freshman on the JV football team. What Cory didn’t know; this wasn’t just Evan Willard’s party, it was the entire JV Football Team’s party. Which meant Riley and the gang were in the big leagues now. This was real, this was why they were so nervous. Not that Lucas, Maya and Zay had anything to worry about, they were popular and cool, the two jocks and the beautiful rule breaker. They belonged here.
Riley, Farkle and Smackle…not so much. They were awkward, weird and nerdy, utterly out of place. But they follow Evan inside anyway, the three of them already kind of disappointed that the night has started off on an embarrassing note.
Evan leads them through his giant house and into the kitchen where theres chips and bottles of soda. Evan takes out 2 bottles of vodka from his mom liquor cabinet. One of them is already half empty. “This is all I can steal from my mom without her noticing. You guys want?”
Lucas, Zay, Smackle and Riley all shake their heads. But Maya bites her lip and says “Hit me, Willard.”
“You got it, Hart!” Evan laughs and pores the vodka in a cup and mixes it with soda.
Maya gulps it down all down in thirty seconds. Zay and Lucas look at her, mouths open wide, like she’s a mad woman. Riley fights the instinct to tell her that alcohol is bad and all it will do is get her to make stupid decisions and get into trouble. But Riley already has the reputation of loser. She doesn’t need to open her mouth and be the boring, killjoy loser.
“Hit me, too,” Farkle pipes up. And Riley feels like throwing herself at him and screaming FARKLE! WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING! But all that makes it out of her is a small whimper.
Farkle hears the whimper and it almost makes him want to not go through with his decision, but for some reason he feels obligated to be unpredictable tonight. Smackle also has a worried look on her face.
Evan hollers “Yaaaas, little dude, I got you!” Farkle’s expression turns sour at his new nickname. He tries to down the drink as fast as Maya but halfway through he feels the burn and coughs loudly. No one says anything they just stand there awkwardly for a couple of seconds and then Evan says “Um…everyone is downstairs in the basement,”
They all follow Evan. As they walk down the stairs Farkle looks angry and disappointed in himself. Riley puts her hand on Farkle’s shoulder, finally giving into her intense urge to touch him and comfort him. “I thought you were pretty…badass.” she whispers the badass part. A smile tugs at his lips and he meets her eyes. “I know you don’t approve of alcohol, Riley, and I know what I just did was an embarrassment,”
For some reason since Farkle’s been looking at her, Riley’s heart is beating faster. “You could never be an embarrassment, Farkle. How can the future ruler of the world be an embarrassment?”
“She’s right, Dearest, one day guys like Evan will be cleaning you’re huge office,” Smackle chimes in.
That’s not exactly what Riley meant by ruling the world. But she takes her hand off his shoulder anyway, then catches back up to Lucas. Once they’re at the bottom of the stairs. Evan shouts “You guys started spinning the bottle without me!”
Riley’s heart almost jumps out of her chest at the thought of having to kiss a stranger, but then she remembers having Lucas probably means they get to skip out on the game.
Meanwhile, Maya smiles and for the first time today she doesn’t regret kissing Josh. Zay’s heart jumps in a good way because this is his chance with Maya.
All of the partygoers sit on the floor around a plastic bottle. Evan invites them over “Take a seat in the circle guys!”
Lucas laughs nervously “Riley and I are together so we’re not gonna-”
“Couples are not exempt. Makes the games more interesting,” Evan insists.
Lucas sees the fear Riley’s eyes and says “Come on, man!”
Riley speaks up for herself, “It’s fine, Lucas. We’ll play,” her eyes plead with Lucas. She cannot be the loser. Lucas gives in and they take a seat in the circle.
Farkle looks at Smackle “You okay with this?”
Smackle seems like she’s gonna back out before Evan screams out the rules of the game. “So we’re gonna play a classic, 7 Minutes In Heaven, whoever the bottle lands on when you spin, you gotta spend 7 whole minutes in that closet,” he points over at the tiny closet at the corner of the room.
Isadora says “It’s fine,” knowing now that she won’t actually have to kiss someone.
Farkle rubs her shoulder and sits down next to Lucas.
“Let’s get this bottle spinning!” Evan shouts.
Evan spins first and lands on Smackle and he grimaces. Smackle looks worried and Farkle let’s Smackle know before she goes off that it’s okay if she wants to back out, but Smackle refuses.
The rest of the circle sings along to the radio and eats and talks. It feels like an eternity before they come out of the closet.
Now Smackle spins the bottle and as it twirls around she crosses her fingers and whispers audibly “Lucas or Zay, Lucas or Zay,” Farkle just shrugs this off. Thinking of her crush’s as jokes. The bottle lands on Sarah, one of the only people here from Cory’s class. Smackle say “This works too,” and they’re off.
Two songs and a bowl of chips later it’s time for Sarah to spin. The bottle now lands on Farkle. Sarah frowns a little which Farkle catches, then feels like garbage.
Meanwhile, Riley’s stomach plummets like she’s going down a rollar coaster and internally screams NOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Smackle actually shouts “NO!” Everyone looks at her like she’s crazy.
“We’re not really gonna do anything Smackle,” Sarah assures her.
Evan shouts “Booo! Go in already then, some people actually want some action!”
Riley is again perplexed by her own emotions, wondering why the thought of Farkle making out with someone is so unsettling. She feels on edge the entire time he’s in there. She just keeps thinking of Sarah’s lips on his and she starts to feel bile rising in her throat.
“You okay, Sweetie, you look like someone just kneed you in the crotch?” Maya whose sitting beside her asks.
“Does that even hurt for girls?” Zay asks. Maya shoots him a look.
“I was curious!” Zay defends himself.
“i’m just nervous,” Riley lies, but when she thinks about it she doesn’t even know the truth about her feelings.
“It’ll be okay Riles, I’m not kissing anyone but you tonight,” Lucas assures her, the perfect gentleman. But it’s not Lucas Riley’s worried about, it’s Farkle and she automatically feels bad for thinking that.
When Sarah and Farkle get out of the closet a wave of relief roles over both Smackle and Riley.
It’s Farkle’s turn to spin now and as the bottle goes around and around. Riley’s heartbeat beats faster and faster and she’s not sure why. The bottle stops and so does Riley’s heart, it’s pointed right at her.
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