summer is like. three days away im so close to victory! i just finished my first AP exam ever and i think i did pretty well so i'm happy about that! and i've been thinking about this for awhile but my page is getting messy because of all of the one-shots i write. this is a guaranteed story that will go on because i never run out of oneshots. i always write them but never post them because im mad at myself for not finishing my multi chapters. so! that means good news! im done with volleyball for a month until summer rolls around with camps et cetera et cetera but i wont be nearly as busy! also i have BUNCHES of oneshots in the works that im sure that you guys will enjoy! also, it's much easier for me to write when i get requests/templates or whatever so if you can, request a one-shot that you would like for me to write and i'll try to get to that business as fast i can. just know that in the school year, it's harder for me to budget my social life, social media life (my internet friends), school, volleyball, school volleyball, club volleyball, et cetera into one time table but now it's easier since i dont have to worry about SLEEP or STUDYING or failing my classes! yay :D sorry for this super long A/N but yay! enjoy this chapter :)


title: find someone you love
pairs: lucas/maya
characters: farkle, riley, zay, lucas, maya
summary: looking at a photo of a loved one reduces pain by 44%
word count: 1215


Farkle, he usually wasn't one for statistics and non mathematical stuff he found on the internet, because he wasn't sure it was entirely true unless it came from a professor with outstanding caliber or if he tests it for himself. Sure, he means well, but after Maya convinced him the year prior that socks were made out of horse hair because of something she read on the internet, he's not quite sure he can trust anyone, anymore.

But seeing his best friend—the best one he had ever had, too—writhing on the ground like a broken puppy, he had to call for drastic measures before the paramedics got to him. Sure, the paramedics would likely stock him up on morphine to pass the time so he wasn't in complete agonizing pain, but that wouldn't be for awhile. The paramedics had to actually come to his aid, first, and Farkle had to tap his foot impatiently waiting for them.

He was stalking this girl's twitter account, the other day, probably Riley's. He managed to stumble upon an account that was apparently Facts Only. Looking through the page, he had come to realize that more than half of the facts were probably fake, and the other half were probably only half true. People on the internet were really, truly, gullible sometimes.

"Farkle!" Riley screamed as Farkle's attention snapped towards his brunette beauty of a friend. She was leaned over Lucas, inspecting his injuries carefully, completely ignoring the big bulge on his right leg. Right where the bone was sticking out. "Is there anything you can do?" she begged for an answer.

Lucas was good at football, you know, like really good. Star quarterback only his Sophomore year, even his pa would be proud. Which, of course, always granted the possibility of an injury. Nothing more before, luckily, other than a few sprained wrists and a lot of concussions.

But—this—this was disgusting. The bone was poking out of his skin in ways a bone shouldn't poke out. Farkle was struggling to look at the face of his best friend, surely he was in immense pain.

People bustled about and Farkle made his way to the front of them whom were huddled around the star athlete. The coach was more concerned with losing his best player rather than his healthcare, and Farkle frowned.

When was this school going to get people that actually cared for their students? he wondered.

Zay was to his right, matting down his sweaty hair. Riley was singing the theme song to one of her favorite TV shows in attempt to calm him down.

Farkle peered down at his friend and knew no other method to use other than wait for the paramedics to come and morphine the kid, and that would take too much time. "Okay," he said, rubbing his hands together. "I think I have an idea to reduce the pain. Where's Maya?"

Riley rubbed her temples slightly, thinking of the location of her best friend. "I think she ran off to get some water for Lucas, but what does the location of Maya have to do with Lucas being in immense, horrible, excruciating, awful—"

"I'm here too, you know," the boy with the grossly broken leg grunted.

"—pain?" she finished with a tight lipped smile, looking sadly at him. "Are you okay?" she asked him.

"Do I look okay?" he asked her right back, and then groaning in pain as someone shifted his severely broken calf. Agh, Riley couldn't stand this. First the blood, then Lucas being in pain. Farkle needed to come up with something quick!

Farkle breathed out heavily, and ran his fingers through his hair. "Does anybody have a picture of her?" he asked. "I need a picture of her," he insisted, pawing at any of his friend's phones. Riley shot him a look of confusion, but threw him her phone anyway, scrolling through her camera roll until she came upon a flattering picture of her best friend.

"Will this do?" she asked curiously.

Farkle nodded, giving the phone with the picture of the blonde beauty to the grunting football player on the grass. Where the hell were the paramedics? "I'm not sure this is going to work, I read it on the internet on twitter. Which, really, isn't the most reliable—"

"Farkle, please," Riley pouted, begging for Farkle to somewhat relieve his pain.

"Sorry, right," he said solemnly, looking at Lucas. "Do you feel less pain?"

"By looking at a picture of Maya?" he seethed. "What is that supposed to mean? Do blonde's make you feel less pain? Get that referee over here, then, why do I need to look at a picture of Maya?"

Farkle cleared his throat awkwardly, threading his hands together. He knew a picture of Riley wouldn't work, since she was already right there. Plus, he had known things about Lucas and his feelings towards the blonde one (even if the poor bloke didn't know himself), and Maya would be the right candidate for this to work. "The—the tweet said that looking at a picture of a loved one reduces pain by 44%! I don't know if that's true, but it didn't work with Riley since she was—she was already here. Maya isn't around, so I figured that looking at a picture of her would relieve some pain, according to this tweet."

"What?!" Lucas screamed. "I don't—I don't love Maya! I mean I do, but I'm not in love with her," Farkle gave him an expectant look, as if he wasn't fooling anyone.

He had to roll his eyes. "Look at the photo, you dimwitted mongrel. Let's hope this works, or you'll be in this kind of pain for at least the next five minutes."

Suddenly, a loud voice erupted from outside the crowd and the crowd of people parted like the Red Sea, letting a small blonde through with a clear water bottle. "Hiya, Cowboy," she said, looking curiously at the picture of her the football player had in his hand. "What's this?" she asked him, picking the phone out of his hand.

"Nothing," he quickly said, taking the phone from her and handing it back to Riley. It was visible how much Lucas softened when he saw Maya in the flesh, his grimace of pain clearly giving up a little bit. "Hi," he breathed out, completely ignoring his friends around them—or rather, forgetting about them.

She smiled widely, handing him the water bottle. "You look a bit out of shape," she stated bluntly with a soft smile.

"You could tell?" he joked, sipping down the cool water. "At least when they stitch me up, the scars will look cool. I could say I'm a war hero or something."

"That's what gets all the girls," she smiled widely, moving his sweaty hair out of his eyes.

Finally, when the paramedics came, they said only one person could ride in the ambulance with Lucas. Farkle insisted Maya first, before anyone could protest. Lucas shot the boy an annoyed look, but Maya was merely confused; however, Farkle knew it was the best way to get Lucas through a bumpy ambulance ride with a broken leg.

In fact, the Only Facts account seemed to have just one right fact.


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