Lucas was asleep next to him as he laid awake, blue eyes staring up at the ceiling in the dark that surrounded the room. His mind was wondering why he couldn't fix the relationship that he and Riley now had. Why can't it go back to the way it was when they were younger? He bites back any remark he has to the best he can, but sometimes it's too much. Maybe she doesn't even realise the things she's said? But he just doesn't know and this is the one thing he is scared to ask about. Letting out a soft sigh he pushed himself of the bed and headed towards the bathroom. Blue eyes found their reflection staring back, a slight blur but still there. His hands pulled at his face as he ran them down, resting them at his chin. Teeth showing a little to the side of his mouth as they go to bite down on his lower lip. Taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly as he opened up the cabinet above the sink. Pulling out a little box he shut the cabinet before looking back in the mirror, jumping a little when he saw a lightly blurred Lucas in the reflection with his. Tears started to brim his eyes as he turned to face his boyfriend and he bit his lip once again. The box dropped to the floor and it opened slightly, revealing a sliver shine. The blonde opened up his arms and Farkle moved to hug the other who wrapped his arms around the other.
"It's okay. You could have just woken me to talk." Lucas spoke with a calming voice as he rubbed the back of his lover. He saw what was in the box; he knew what it was and what was going to happen.
"I'm sorry Lucas. I know I promised." The brunette replied with a slight sob, he had stopped four years ago. He had stayed clean from the call for that long; always talking to Maya or Lucas when an urge of wanting came along. "I just don't get it, why does she hate me. So I didn't tell her I broke up with Smackle. So I didn't tell her that I liked you, or ask her advice on what to do about it. Why does that matter to her so much that she hates me?"
"I don't know Farkle, have you asked her?"
He shook his head, no he hasn't he's tried to do so. "How when all we ever do is argue and I walk out before I can ask because I can't deal with the arguing? I miss my friend Lucas; I just want her back as my friend."
"Maybe try to and ask her next time you see her, for now let's go back to bed. We do have class tomorrow, come on." He said and ushered the other back to bed, turning out the bathroom light as he did. They climbed into bed, Lucas curling around Farkle to keep him close during the night. His fingers lightly tracing little hearts upon Farkle's thigh were scars lay beneath the clothing. "I love you, Good night."
"I love you too." Farkle mumbled as he closed his eyes, trying to let sleep over take him. He soon fell asleep. And the night turned to day, and day turned into weeks. In the weeks, he noticed little things but he kept them to himself and he had tried to talk to Riley but she just turned away from him and so he left her alone. They did remain slightly civil when with everyone else, but that was it. Farkle just went about his days, but when he checked his bank account something seemed a little off which left him to wonder what it was.