Summary: Something happens between Lucas and Farkle on New Year's Eve
A/N: I had a small spark of inspiration just before I went to sleep last night, and so here's the resulting fic...it's short, but I think it's very cute :)
Farkle had learned a lot about himself ever since the yearbook came out. He knew he would when he began his journey to find who Farkle really was. Some things of the things he learned he already knew on some instinctual level. But some things came as a complete surprise to him, like the biggest realization he came to (one that ended involving one "freak-face" cowboy).
It had hit him a month ago, and now it was New Year's Eve. He was in the Matthew's living room, sandwiched on the couch between Lucas on his left and Riley on his right. Maya was practically sitting on Riley's lap, and Zay had sprawled out on an armchair. Ten minutes to the ball drop, and they had spent the last five minutes going around the room, telling each other their New Year's resolutions.
Farkle didn't know whether he wanted to share his real resolution. He knew that if he did, it would raise questions, open a Pandora's box that he couldn't close, and he wasn't sure he was ready for that. But Farkle didn't know if he'd ever truly be ready to share this with his friends anyway, and it had been killing him to keep this from his friends, so Farkle knew that he really should just tell them and deal with the all the questions his friends would have about his resolution.
"What about you Farkle?"
Lucas' voice pulled Farkle from his conflicting, back-and-forth thoughts. With all eyes on him (or so it seemed), Farkle felt his throat dry up and his heart thud up against his ribcage. Farkle kept silent for far too long, still mulling over his options. Maya impatiently cleared her throat.
"Myresolutionistofindthecouragetobemyself," Farkle said quickly in response. If all eyes weren't on him before, they were now. Zay, who was largely uninterested in the whole affair of resolutions and hadn't hesitated to vocalize that when they began, had even sat up to study him intently. With the attention of everyone in the room on him, Farkle was finding his nerves were making it hard to breathe.
"Why does that make you nervous?" Riley asked him softly.
"Yeah, what makes you think we wouldn't want you to be yourself?" Lucas added gently.
Farkle knew the answer to that question. He knew what could go wrong. He knew what they might say. But still, the words sat on the tip of his tongue, threatening to bust out of his mouth. God, how he wanted them to. He wanted to finally tell someone, to stop holding this inside of him, but he felt as if his throat was blocked. He could open his mouth, but nothing would come out, the air sitting unused in his lungs.
"Farkle, what's the matter?" Lucas questioned, putting a hand on his shoulder, stilling his body (Farkle hadn't even realized he was shaking).
Lucas' concern made Farkle feel like he was going to burst. He didn't want to hide from his best friend. He just couldn't hold it in any longer.
"I'mbisexual!" Farkle blurted out, immediately burying his face in his hands so that he didn't have to watch his friends' faces and see how they reacted.
"Good for you man," Zay remarked, his tone making it clear he was annoyed that he had been interrupted by something he found inconsequential.
"I'm proud of you," Riley said happily, embracing Farkle tightly. Maya didn't say anything, but Farkle figured that if Riley didn't mind, Maya wouldn't mind either.
"Hey look, it's almost midnight!" Riley cheered, drawing everyone's attention to the TV, where the ball had begun to drop.
Everyone had said something to him. But Lucas had been shockingly silent. Of the people in the room, Farkle cared the most about what Lucas had to say, and his silence was unnerving.
Farkle was about to look up, see the expression on Lucas' face, when he felt a familiar strong arm wrap around his shoulders.
"Wanna know something Farkle?" Lucas finally asked. Farkle nodded, keeping his face planted firmly in his palms.
"I am too," Lucas continued. Farkle's head snapped up, looking at Lucas with a confused expression. What the hell did that mean? Lucas didn't say anything further, just giving him a smirk in return.
"5…4…3…2…1," Riley, Maya and Zay counted down in the background, but Farkle didn't notice that. Instead he was trying to figure out why Lucas' face seemed to be getting closer to his. He was tired and up past his bedtime and Farkle wondered if maybe he was starting to hallucinate. Their friends began to hoot and holler as the clock hit midnight, but all Farkle could focus on was the fact that Lucas had pressed their lips together. That, and that he suddenly couldn't remember how to breathe.
"I—you—but—huh?" Farkle stammered. He must have been hallucinating. That felt real, but it couldn't have been real. Lucas wasn't—
"I'm bisexual too. In fact, you were actually the one who gave me my identity crisis," Lucas shrugged and smiled.
Farkle didn't know what to say (mostly because Lucas had rendered him incapable of thought and speech), so instead he decided to throw his arms around Lucas and bury his head in the boy's chest to hide his flushing cheeks, thinking one thing.
No other New Year's kiss could ever top this one.
