This chapter is rather uneventful, but there are some funny moments and I love writing Farkle and Lucas' relationship as best friends. Please please review and help me to know how I'm doing! Thanks so much for reading.

"It doesn't take a genius to recognize that you haven't slept in at least twenty-four hours."

"Yet, you are a genius and you are just now pointing it out?"

"I wanted to wait for us to be out of the way, I'm just as suspicious of being watched as you are."

Farkle hands me a mug of coffee and sits down on the sofa in his lavish penthouse, then clicks a button on a small remote that closes the curtains on every window surrounding us. Now in dim lighting, I feel as if my restless eyes are finally at ease. Since our moment of clarification, (after I kissed Maya) Farkle had been wanting to meet up with me and discuss Maya's safety.

"I've got loads to tell you."

"And I you." I reply, scoffing and sitting up as I recall last night's incident with Josh. Sighing and listening to Farkle, I try my hardest not to let my tired eyes fall shut.

"You might not believe this, but, I know what kind of technology is being used to start the fires. And considering his line of work, the probability of Josh being the arsonist is pretty much one-hundred-percent."

"His line of work?" I hadn't thought about that before.

"Yes." Farkle pauses and clicks a few buttons on his phone, then broadcasting it's screen onto the TV mounted on the wall. "See here...There is a theater called 'Meg's" where local performers can pay to advertise their talents and acts. Josh has worked there for three years now, along with attending college on campus."

"And?"

"And there is always advanced pyrotechnics at these shows for the new artists and performers! Smoke, lights, fireworks, and explosions." Farkle smiles at his own breakthrough. Though I feel as if I could have guessed that myself, my mouth gapes open in disbelief. I sit back in the sofa and cross my arms, staring at the ceiling now and trying to piece everything together.

"We still don't have a motive, though..." Farkle says under his breath, scribbling something on a pad of paper. Standing up suddenly, I throw my arms into the air and start ranting and raving.

"How on earth is someone so deranged and twisted that they start fires and try to kill people because of jealousy?" I pause and take a breath. Farkle lifts his pencil and nods his head, writing "jealousy" under the 'motives' category. "And I saw the way he grabbed onto Maya, he is clearly struggling with anger issues, self-control, and-"

I stop suddenly, remembering another detail from the day I rescued Maya.

"The...the holes in the wall. The day I was in Josh's apartment, there were holes in the walls. It all makes sense, he's probably gotten angry and punched through the drywall!" Realizing my 'breakthrough' is hardly one at all, I hold my hand to my forehead and exhale deeply.

"I'm so stressed. It's pathetic."

Feeling Farkle's hand rest on my shoulder, he pats my back a few times and then heads towards the closet in the back of the room.

"What are you doing?" I ask, lifting my head and watching him dig around in his over-stocked room full of clothing.

"We're going to need something nice to wear." Farkle's voice is muffled by the fabric that surrounds him, and so I stand by the closet's entrance and admire the endless rows of oxfords.

"For what?"

"For tonight."

"What's tonight?"

Farkle turns to me with a smile and then holds up a tuxedo, reaching out his arm to hand it to me.

"We're going to go see some fresh, hot new talent. At Meg's."

I immediately give Farkle an unamused glance.

"Your use of the word 'hot' is extremely insensitive, considering the fact that we will only be there to see Josh steal pyrotechnical supplies."

"I'm glad you caught on."

A few moments of silence ensue as we exit the closet and examine our tuxedos.

"You really should've high-fived me. It was clever word play."

"Shut up, Farkle."

I stare in the mirror and adjust my suit coat, dusting off it's collar and sighing deeply. Feeling like quite the double-agent, Farkle and I were definitely going to have a good time tonight. Of course we were there for one real purpose, but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy ourselves, now does it?

"Are we ready to go?" I say, walking out of the bathroom and into the living room. Farkle kneels down and fixes his leather shoe laces, a determined look on his face.

"Not quite yet. Someone else is tagging along." Farkle replies, standing up and turning to meet Riley at the door just as it flies open. Feeling my high spirits drop just a tiny bit, I know now that there will be no drinking or foul language on this particular outing, as Riley was strictly sworn against it and would scold us if we partook. Farkle and I hadn't planned on getting roaring drunk- just tipsy. Just to let me forget my feelings for a short amount of time. And when I was tipsy, I tended to to cuss.

A lot.

Riley takes a few steps into the apartment and tosses her coin clutch onto the floor, ripping off her coat with great speed and rushing into Farkle's closet. My eyes follow her with confusion, then fall onto Farkle as he provides as explanation.

"Do you honestly think Riley would go to a dinner theater club without wearing the latest fashions?" He laughs, motioning to her as he speaks. I nod my head and then furrow my brow again, turning back to Farkle.

"You keep clothes for Riley here, too?"

"Her father doesn't let her wear... certain things"

"Too much information, Farkle!"