Girl Meets the Inevitable - a future GMW script headcanon (part 4)
A/N: Sorry this took so long I am the worst omg. Here's the first three parts: http://theory-of-riarkletivity.tumblr.com/post/148108162256/all-the-stuff-ive-written-so-far
(The New York Museum of Modern Art, Cory's entire history class are going through the security line)
Cory: Alright, here we are kids!
(Everyone looks around all amazed)
Smackle: Mr. Matthews, may I ask what we are doing at the Museum of Modern Art if we are supposed to be considering past civilizations? Doesnât the word modern imply⊠recent?
Topanga, who is chaperoning: Yeah, what is that about, husband?
Cory: Baby steps,Topanga, I donât think these kids are ready for actual Grecian urns quite yet.
(camera cuts to Lucas and Zay poking at each other out of boredom in the line to get in, Lucas pokes Zay so hard that he nearly knocks over one of the pillars to those line divider things, Maya catches it.)
Cory: Okay kids, listen up, no touching anything, no setting off any alarms, make sure you know where your partner is at all times, and try not to get lost cause if youâre not back here by three oâclock, youâll have to get a bus home cause we ainât lookin for ya.
Topanga: Correction, weâll look for you because we are contractually obligated to as teachers and guardians *glares at Cory*
Cory: But my show is on at 3:30!
Topanga: What show could possibly be on at 3:30? If you say Celebrities Underwater I swear-
Cory: Well then Iâd better not say.
Topanga: *rolls eyes and turns back to the class* Just be smart, kids.
(the class heads off in different directions in groups of two)
Cory: Yes, be smart! Smart and punctual!
(the class dissipates until on Farkle and Riley are left, staring at the ground. There are about 5 seconds of silence.)
Farkle: So I guess we should...
Riley: Go find some art to contemplate...
Farkle: Yeah...And I guess that means weâll have to-
Riley: -actually talk to each other?
Farkle: *looks up at her* Yeah...
Riley: *looks up at him* Okay then. Iâve been told we should do that.
(they stare at eachother for a sec, completely terrified.)
Riley: *breaks silence abruptly* So Art!
Farkle: Yeah art! Letâs go find some! (they panic walk towards an exhibit)
(Smackle, Maya, Zay, and Lucas walk together towards the exhibits)
Lucas: This place is huge!
Zay: Yeah, I feel like Iâve walked a mile and there isnât even any art yet.
Maya: *all excited* You guys donât even know the half of it, this thing goes on for days.
Smackle: Youâve been here before?
Maya: Are you kidding? Youâre in my house now, Smackle, and this, this is the song of my people *closed eyes, dramatic deep breath, as if sheâs about to sing or do some kind of tribal chant*... âooh look a pretty picture!!â *runs towards said pretty picture, dragging Smackle with her*
Smackle: *exasperated* Oh boy.
Lucas: *calling after them* Good Luck!
Zay: Alright well I guess we should find something to...wait...
Lucas: We have partners donât we?
(they both turn around, looking for them)
Zay: None that I can see.
Lucas: How did we already lose them??
Zay: *calling and walking in one direction while Lucas walks in the other* Daaave??
(camera cuts kind of abruptly to Farkle doing the same thing with Riley)
(camera cuts to Riley, staring, mesmerized in front of a painting the audience canât see, Farkle enters the room)
Farkle: There you are Riley, I thought I'd already lost you. [authorâs hint: THAT LINE IS IMPORTANT LOOK AT IT] What are you- (falls silent as he joins her to stare at the painting)...woah.
(camera cuts to Topanga approaching the entrance to the exhibit, and then stopping when she sees them standing in front of the painting, Cory approaches excitedly)
Cory: Topanga! You gotta come see this, they have Salvador Dali watches, the clocks look like theyâre melting! How do they do that? Itâs crazy!!
Topanga: *waves hand at him without looking and angry whispers* shushhhh!!
Cory: *whispers* What is it, darling? *joins her in the doorway to see what sheâs looking at*...ohhh...
Topanga: *smiley whispers* I think I see why you brought them here now.
(camera cuts to reveal Farkle and Riley standing in front of Starry Night by Vincent Van Gogh, then back to Cory and Topanga)
Cory: *smiles* Well, would you look at that.
~commercial break~(I realize I havenât put them anywhere else in this script but this is a good place for one lol)
(Camera cuts back to a shot of Riley and Farkle staring at the painting with Topanga and Cory watching them from afar)
Topanga: Okay, letâs leave them alone
Cory: Leave THAT alone? I donât think so
Topanga: You have to let them have their moment Cory, letâs GO *playfully yanks his arm*
Cory: *points dramatically, he's panicing slightly* But thatâs the-
Cory: And theyâre gonna-
Topanga: Do you want a Dali watch or not?
Farkle: *looks back and forth between Riley and the painting a few times as she continues to stare* So... this one?
Farkle: Weâre not gonna look at any oth-
Farkle: So what are we supposed to-
Riley: *put finger on Farkle's lips while still staring at painting* shhhhhh
Farkle: *still trying to talk even with Rileyâs finger in the way* Weâve gotta do the assignment.
Riley: Yes, but we have 3 hours, and weâre supposed to talk about what we find beautiful about the art. If weâre going to do that, we need to experience the art. Correct?
Riley: Alright then, shall we? (quite abruptly sits down criss-cross applesauce on the floor)
Farkle: Riley- *starts to protest but then realizes that it wonât do any good, and sits next to her*
(more silent staring, this is where I would put a Ferris Beuller-esque art stare-off but I feel like that wouldnât quite fit in a Girl Meets World episode lol)
Farkle: Riley, if this is your way of getting out of talking to me-
Riley: (a little sarcastic and a little actually offended, still looking at the painting) I would never!
Riley: Very well then, Farkle, if you want to talk letâs talk. *Finally turns to look at him and pauses for a sec as her tone softens significantly. Gulp.* What do you find beautiful about the painting?
Farkle: *lingers on looking at her for a sec and then turns back to the painting as he answers* Well, itâs Van Gogh, right? Heâs pretty important. This is one of his most famous paintings so Iâm sure it means somethingâŠ
Riley: But what does it mean to YOU? What do you see? Why is it beautiful? *sheâs very excited to hear his answer and gets all smiley*
Farkle: ...well... the colors are nice I guess. They...blend well..
Riley: *unimpressed* They blend well?
Farkle: Yeah...good...blues...*looks at Riley and sees how unimpressed she is and giggles nervously* Iâm not very good at this.
Riley: *chuckles, she thinks itâs cute that he sucks at art talk (for now lol)* I can see that.
Riley: *deep breath* I feel like Iâm seeing this little town, this church, the night sky, the way Van Gogh saw them. The stars are swirling with the wind, the mountains are reaching up to touch the moon, the town looks...safe...like, the world may feel dark, but they look up and they see lights and they know theyâre gonna be okay. I think thatâs beautiful.
Farkle: *pretending he gets it* yeah... totally...
Riley: *doesnât buy it* What?
Farkle: I mean, itâs nothing-
Riley: No what is it? I want to know what you think!
Farkle: You might not like it.
Riley: I can handle it, I promise.
Farkle: *sigh* It just doesnât look an actual night sky. Itâs pretty and all but, what is that? Is that supposed to be the moon? Cause Iâve seen the moon and the moon looks nothing like that. And he completely ignored constellational-
Riley: He wasnât exactly going for accuracy here, Farkle.
Farkle: Then what was he going for? Because sure, itâs beautiful, but what about âBeauty is Truth and Truth is Beautyâ cause this *points at painting* is not telling the truth.
Riley: He was showing us HIS truth, HIS reality. The way he experienced the world.
Farkle: But there isnât a âhis truthâ and âher truthâ, thereâs just what is real and what people pretend is real to make the world seem prettier.
Riley: He just painted what he saw!
Farkle: But he didnât actually see that. Famous painter or not he had two regular human eyeballs and they did not actually witness the stars as huge orbs âswirling with the windâ *laughs a little* cause if he had weâde all be dead by now!
Riley: He was an impressionist...
Farkle: Well then I guess itâs just not a very good impression. *heâs still pretty nonchalant as he makes this statement, still looking at the painting, Riley doesnât respond, he turns to look at her, and finds her face in full on rage mode, about to bust, heâs terrified.* Oh boy.
(Hard cut to Zay and Lucas crossing paths in the hallway, but not noticing each other, while still searching for their respective partners.)
Zay: I have corn chiiipss! *Waves around bag of fritos or something*
(They end up entering the same large exhibit room through two different doors and both stay in their doorways to observe Smackle and Maya standing in front of âChristinaâs Worldâ. Maya is mesmerized, Smackle is intrigued but perplexed.)
Smackle: What do you think sheâs doing?
Maya, who is deeply affected by this painting: I think...Sheâs running away. (look up the painting if you arenât familiar with it, youâll probably notice that ârunning awayâ might be a bit of a stretch but this is how Maya interprets it nonetheless)
Farkle, from far away: Come on, Riley, you know I didnât mean it like that! (the camera stays on Smackle and Maya long enough for us to hear Riley and Farkleâs voices get closer and closer and see Maya and Smackleâs confused reaction as Riley angrily flies into the room through the remaining door followed closely by Farkle, still arguing)
Riley: It doesnât matter what you meant, it matters that you think Van Gogh is a bad artist-
Farkle: I never said that!
Riley: -just because his painting wasn't exactly scientifically accurate?!
Farkle: It just doesn't make sense, it contradicts the assignment!
Lucas: So they ARE fighting?
Riley: Forget the assignment this isn't about that! This painting is a masterpiece I don't understand how you can't be affected by it
Farkle: I can't just forget the assignment, it's why we're here! We haven't even started it yet because youâve been too busy âexperiencingâ-
Maya: Here we go. *she knows Riley will not like this*
Riley: Well the ASSIGNMENT is to understand what we each find beautiful about the art *grabs Smackle's papers out of her hands and shoved it in Farkle's face* and apply it to our OWN PERSONAL EXPERIENCE!
Farkle: *takes paper and points to it* and to use that to explain what the Keats quote means, I'm just saying it doesn't match up with the quote!
Riley: That's not what the poem is about at all! Youâd realize that if you would just get your head out of your microscope for two seconds and let yourself-
Riley: FEEL something! Be affected!
Smackle: Here we go. *she knows Farkle will not like this*
Farkle: (this is a sore spot for him, he's mad now) You think I don't know how to feel stuff?
Riley: That's not what I meant I just-
Farkle: As if IâM the only one who has a hard time communicating how they FEEL
Farkle: You know what Riley, I DO have a hard time! Do I have a hard time doing much of anything with what I FEEL when what I FEEL has the potential to destroy the relationship with someone who is arguably the most important person in my life? Yeah, I have a hard time! Especially when that person is so emotional that she can hardly even think straight and she's just as scared as I am so she won't even look at me? Yeah, I have a hard time!
(Zay, Maya, Lucas, Smackle, and a few other classmates have been gathering around them, paying more and more attention, and by the end of Farkleâs little explosion here, everyone is completely silent and staring at them. Riley is visibly pissed and hurt.)
Riley: Is that really what you think about me Farkle?
Riley: That I'm too emotional to think straight?
Farkle: I didnât mean to say it like that..
Riley: But you meant it. You think Iâm naive. Am I too dumb to understand you? Is that it?
Farkle: No, Riley, of course not, I just...
Riley: *gets all up in his face like she did in GMHS1* You wanna know how I feel Farkle?
Zay: *whispers* Itâs a trap! *Maya hits him*
Farkle: *gulp* Yeah, I think I do. *heâs somehow hoping this is gonna be a good thing*
Riley: I feel like I give up. You donât have to worry about me and my emotional self destroying us anymore because you just did. Congratulations. (She walks out of the room and Maya follows her while Farkle just stands there, totally numb. Everybody looks around awkwardly, Lucas and Zay are looking pretty mad at Farkle)
Smackle: *walks up to Farkle and pats him on the back condescendingly as they both stare at the door Riley just left through* You done goofed, buddy.
Feel free to let me know what you think and thanks for reading!!đ
