He hasn't been in school for the past couple of days and it has gotten his friends a little worried. He cares about his education and it was unusual for him not to show up to his classes without an explanation and as far as they have heard there wasn't one. The rest of the hive five had decided to go over to his apartment and see what was up as he hadn't been returning any text or calls.

"It's a family problem, don't worry about it." Lucas said from his spot on his window sill. His green eyes not looking over to his friends, instead they are looking down at all the people walking by on the semi busy street below. A defeated sigh left all of his friends' lips as they looked at each other, exchanging worried looks between them, but knowing if Lucas wanted to talk any further, he would do so.

Riley was the first one to leave, giving the Texan a squeeze of his shoulder, Zay had done the same thing before leaving behind Riley. Maya was reluctant to leave, but she did but not without giving a reassuring smile to him, even if he couldn't see it. She wouldn't really admit it out loud but she really did care about him like she does the others. Farkle really didn't want to leave his friend like this, especially with a few things he's noticed about the room, and he's sure that Lucas didn't want anyone to notice what the genius had.

But Farkle did leave, saying a quiet goodbye to him, and as he passed Mrs. Friar he said a goodbye to her. Something seemed off with the whole family Farkle noticed and he's sure the other's noticed as well. In fact, they talked about it a bit at Topanaga's over coffee. Senior year was a rough year, and that is what they had thought might have been bothering the Lucas, clearly it wasn't.

It was late at night and Lucas was lying wide awake on his bed. A few empty bottles of vodka and jack lay underneath his bed. And maybe he had lied to his mother about feeling sick for the last few days. But he really couldn't be bothered with school, not with everything that was racing through his head and what was going through his mind. In the background, he could hear his mother arguing on the phone with his father.

The Friar household was not as perfect as he seemed to give off. In fact it was not perfect at all, but that was not something Lucas wanted anyone to know. He is Mr. Prefect after all right? And that should include his parents too right? But his parents have been arguing since before he was kicked out of school and moved here. He let out a small sigh when there came a knock at his window, who would be here this late at night. But slowly he got off his bed and went to his window to see Farkle, with another sigh he opened up the window, giving a slight shiver as the cold, winter is coming, air blew in, shutting it after Farkle had made his way into his room.

It was a few seconds before the Texan realised that his friend had made his way to his bed, but not to sit on it. Farkle was knelt in front of his bed and pulling out bottle after bottle, placing them on top of Lucas' bed. Lucas didn't know what to do; he couldn't exactly tell him that they weren't his because they were in his room and under his bed. There was no excuse for it, can't say it was his father's, he's back in Texas.

"Lucas what's going on?" Farkle asked as he looked between the bottles and his friend. His blue eyes carefully watching for anything out of place in his friend. He noted the sound of his mother arguing with someone in the other room and that was when something clicked in his head. Something he's dealt with before. "Are your parents arguing?" Was Farkle's next question when he realised the green eyed male before him was not going to answer the first question. He remembers what it was like when his parents would argue, they would try and keep it away from him and his siblings most of the time up until they finally decided on a divorce almost two years ago.

A scoff left the Texan's lips before he replied with a light shake of his head. "When aren't they? They've been doing it since for as long as I can remember. It's nothing new." With a small shrug he went to sit on his window sill, not meeting Farkle's gaze.

"O…kay. What about those? Why are they under your bed?" Concern was filling his voice as he made his way to sit next to his best friend. Was he drinking? And why was he, if he was? He wanted to know, he wanted to help. Farkle went to put a comforting hand on Lucas' knee when Lucas pulled away from the touch.

"Farkle don't. Please, I'm fine." It was a lie, they both knew it, and Lucas knows Farkle knew it was a lie but he can't bring himself to care about it. His thoughts were racing through his mind and he just wants to sleep them off, or maybe drink them away.

There was no doubt about the worry that formed in Farkle at hearing the tone in Lucas' voice as he spoke. He sounded broken, like he was on the verge of shattering. "Lucas…" His voice filled with worry and concern as looked over at his friend.

Lucas' brought his hand up to his mouth to cover it, as he closed his eyes shut tightly. He was was trying to stop himself from crying and Farkle could see it, and the brunette moved to wrap an arm around his best friend who didn't fight the touch this time. The Texan just leant into the touch and broke down into a fit of sobs as his best friend rubbed circles into his back, and making sure his friend knew that he wasn't going anywhere any time soon.