When Farkle made his way home after school, he knows he gave Lucas his key, so if Lucas wasn't there he was screwed because that was his only key, and his sister was with his mother for the week. A sigh of relief left the brunette's lips as he found that the door was unlocked and that he could walk in easily. He dropped his bag onto one of the big couches in the living area and walked up to his room, Lucas was most likely in there. Farkle had thought, and he was proven right when he saw the older male laying curled up in his bed. Farkle looked around his room and noticed a few new bags sitting on one of the chairs in his room. Sighing, he went over to Lucas to find he was sleeping. Farkle took a seat next to Lucas, watching as the other shifted a bit at the movement.
Farkle was about to wake him up when there was a mumble from the older's lips. "Farkle." It was quiet, but it was heard.
"Yes Lucas?"
"I ran away today. I couldn't stand the noise anymore."
"You can move out, you are eighteen." Farkle pointed out, and it was true the other was old enough to do so.
Lucas shifted and sat up slightly so that he could look at the younger. A small sigh leaving his lips "I know, but it's hard when you don't have money. I'll have to go back eventually." He spoke with a soft sigh as he averted his eyes from his friend, instead opting for looking around the big room. Not much about the room has changed. But now pictures are hung up around the room, Lucas had noticed it the last time he was over at the boy's house. It was like a collage on the wall, a collage of a collection of many photos of the group of friends. The blond was fixated on the collage and trying to remember all the memories that the photos bring. He didn't want to go back home, but there was nowhere else for him to go, and his friends at most would most likely only be able to hold him for a few days at most.
Farkle reached out to place a hand on Lucas' shoulder but he had pulled away from the touch, making the younger frown a little. "You can stay here as long as you want. My father won't mind, and my sister is currently at my mother's until Friday, but she wouldn't mind. She likes you."
Lucas raised an eyebrow at his friend at the words, surely he didn't mean like that right? His sister was almost four years younger than the Texan.
"Oh yeah, I mean like that. Like Maya's crush on Josh."
"Well Josh is, well, he's Josh I don't blame Maya for her crush." Okay, so maybe Lucas was a bit out of it still and didn't realise what he had just said until it clicked a few seconds later and he moved to get out of the bed. "Let's just forget I said that, yeah?"
"Why are you in a rush? It's okay if you find guys attractive you know that right. It's the twenty first century for god's sake." Farkle said as he placed a firm hand on Lucas' chest to stop him from moving. He didn't get it; Lucas was always accepting of everyone yet can't accept himself.
"Don't touch me." Lucas spoke, almost pleading as he looked down at the hand upon his chest, closing his eyes tightly as he felt Farkle slowly remove his hand at the request. The Texan took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, lifting his head slowly to look at up at his best friend.
"What's up with that?" The genius questioned as he watched his friend and his reactions. He's thought it was just because of the state he was in last night as to why he didn't want to be touched, but this and now. It wasn't making sense to the brunette. The question was meet with silence as Lucas laid down again and turned on his side, turning his back to Farkle. The younger let out a small sigh and got off the bed and headed out to leave the other to his thoughts.
It was getting late now and Lucas hasn't left Farkle's room at all, and the boy wonder hadn't entered his own room, deciding to study in the lounge instead of his room. But Farkle decided to whip up something for the both of them to eat for dinner, it is a bit late for it but the seventeen year old had been too wrapped up in his homework to remember but finally did when his work was finished. Dishing up a plate for him and one for Lucas, the brunette made his way back to his room to see that Lucas had changed into some pyjamas and was playing one of Farkle's many video games. His bags were placed next to the bed, a few shirts and jeans hanging out the side. Farkle walked in and placed the plate next to the older as he took a seat next to him. Lucas paused the game and looked down at the plate and picked it up.
"Thank you Farkle." Lucas said before taking a bit. They had eaten in silence, Farkle taking the plates back to the kitchen before going back into his room and going over to his closet and drawers. He pulled out an oversized shirt and started to strip from his clothes that he had been wearing all day and pulled on the oversized shirt before picking out some pyjama bottoms. When he was done, he picked up his discarded clothes and put them in his hamper, he'll do the washing in the weekend. He then walked over to the bed and saw Lucas looking out the window, letting out a sigh the younger male placed a hand on the other's shoulder, making him jump a little. "I said don't touch me." The Texan spoke as he came back and pulled away from the touch, laying down on the bed and puling the covers over himself.
Another sigh left the brunette. "Lucas, what's up with you and the no touching all of a sudden?" The question came off harshly, more then Farkle had intended but there was nothing he could do about it now that it's happened.
"I just don't want to be touched okay." He had replied with an equally harsh tone that the other had used. His green eyes not looking at the other, instead looking at the sheets below him. Farkle let out a depleted sigh and went over to close the curtains before turning off the lights and TV's. After he was done, he climbed into his king sized bed next to Lucas. His blue eyes watching the other's figure in the darkness that now filled the room. A few moments passed before something was said in a soft voice. "I'm sorry Farkle. I just don't feel like being touched by anyone. Good night Farkle."
"That's okay. Good night Lucas." He replied with a light smile upon his face, he couldn't really hold Lucas on his attitude, not with everything that was going on in his home. Sleep slowly over took the pair and they slept until Farkle's alarm went off.