Lucas was going to go to school with Farkle when he was hit with the harsh news that he had been suspend for a week for beating up someone. The Texan should have seen it coming, really. He's just glad he wasn't expelled from school because that would be just horrible, getting expelled in his senior year. Around an hour after Farkle had left for school, Lucas left the apartment and headed down to the nearest liquor store. It's amazing how much alcohol he's brought with the fake I.D that he owns, his looks and posture probably help sell that he is older then he is. He had brought a bottle of Jack and some Vodka before heading back to Farkle's apartment. Opening one of the bottle as walked in the door and shut it behind him. By the time lunch had rolled around he was almost finished with the bottle, and there was a knock at the door. Letting out a sigh, Lucas put the bottle away in Farkle's room, next to the full bottle before going and answering the door.
A playful smirk spread across his lips as he looked down and saw the petite blonde. "Oh look, it's the Short-stack." He greeted, using an old insult that he has not used since it almost caused a rift in everyone's friendship. Maya gave him a glare but just pushed her way into the apartment. "Hey, I didn't say you could come in."
"No, but Farkle did Ranger Rick. It's his apartment, not yours." Maya retorted back quickly, crossing her arms against her chest after she dumped her school bag on one of the couches in the living room. Her blue hues looking over Lucas like she was studying him as he shut the door and went to sit on the couch.
"Whatever. What are you doing here?" Lucas asked, crossing his arms against his chest, copying her in her way of doing so, earning him a roll of the younger female's eyes before she sat down next to him, facing him.
"I have a free period after lunch, and I do care about you Lucas. You're my friend. And I, along with everyone else want to know what's going on with you. Why did you beat that kid up? Why did Farkle say that you were drunk? You're eighteen; you shouldn't be drinking at all." Maya spoke in a voice that was rare from her, that only her friends hear. The Texan didn't say anything in reply, earning a light sigh from the petite blonde "Lucas?" She questioned as she placed a hand upon his knee to give it a squeeze, so that she knew she had his attention.
"What do you want me to say Maya? That I'm happy at home with my mother arguing with my father every other night? That I'm okay with being this Mr. Perfect for everyone? That I like being the moral compass of my friends, when I am just as confused and inexperienced as they are? That I never have bad thoughts because I have a dollhouse like family? Well I don't Maya. My family is just about as screwed as yours was. My parents argue as much as Farkle's did, no they did more then his. But they won't divorce because my father doesn't believe in them. I've been stuck in the cycle for years. I am not Mr Perfect, never have been."
"You could have come to anyone of us about this, you know that right." Maya said as she gave his knee a comforting squeeze. A soft sad expression falling upon her face as she took in her friends words, trying not to feel upset that he hadn't come to any of his friends to talk about it. Especially when he knows Farkle and her had been in somewhat similar situations. "Lucas, about the being called drunk bit, please, are you drinking? Tell me honestly."
The green eyed male didn't say anything, just looked away from his friend. Maya then fished out for her phone, she was dialling a number, keeping her eyes upon her friend as she waited for an answer. "Hey Shawn, can I ask you something?" Maya gave a small nod of her head before speaking. "I have a friend, I think he's been drinking…I remember you saying something about it, about your past." A semi long pause from Maya. "Yeah, we are at Farkle's apartment. Can you come over and talk with him; I only have so long before I go back to school." Another pause "Okay, I'll see you then."
"I don't have problem Maya." He said and pushed her hand away, it was actually quite harsh in the way it happened. But Maya took in a deep breath and let it out, her hand reaching for bag. It seemed his grouchiness was seeping in now, and Maya didn't really want to be around for it, but she would wait until Shawn arrived.
As soon as Shawn had entered the apartment, Maya left and headed back to school. He looked over to the teenager sitting on the couch and let out a small sigh before he walked over to the blond kid, taking a seat opposite him. "Lucas what is going on?"
A scoff left the eighteen year olds mouth before he replied with. "Why do you care, you're just Maya's step father." He was looking anywherebut at Shawn, why did Maya have to bring him into this. Just another adult to growl at him for not being Mr Perfect, just great.
"I care because Maya cares about, because Riley cares about you. I care because you are doing something destructive to both you and your friends. I heard you punched a guy yesterday."
"More like a few punches, not just one." Was Lucas reply as he took a glance at the older male, seeing a frown form upon his lips. Lucas doesn't know why he felt a little guilty at seeing it, but it did.
"Yeah, that is not a good thing to have done because of being influenced by alcohol."
Another scoff left the teen's lips. "You don't know me. I wasexpelled from my school in Texas for creating a big fight." Though under different circumstances, back in Texas he was doing it because someone was hurting his friend, and this time - he was doing because of the influence of alcohol. He was always good at taking hits to him, he has Maya as a friend who always takes jabs at him.
"Yeah, I don't know much about you. But I do know that all your friends are worried about you, that Cory is worried about you as well. I've been through a lot, and yes at one point I drank a lot. In my senior year in fact, like you. But I wasn't good drunk."
"That's you."
"Lucas. I know this attitude of yours is new. And you need to tell someone what's going on, why you are doing this to yourself. Because if you continue you will push your friends away."
The Texan rolled his eyes a bit. "I have parents that argue most of the time over the phone because my father still lives in Texas. I have this pressure to be Mr Perfect all the time. And to top it off, I think I am in love with my best friend but I can't say that. Not to anyone, not even myself. Because then it's real. And maybe when I have downed a bit of alcohol I feel those burdens wash away. Nothing wrong with that."
Shawn let out a deflated sigh as he over looked the Texan on the other end of the couch. "Yes there is because you are pushing these down and it will make it harder to deal with later."
"I'll keep pushing them down until they go away."
"They won't go away. I know they won't. They'll haunt you for a long time." Shawn inhaled a deep breath. "What about your friend? Why can't you tell them how you feel?"
"Because…It won't be returned." Lucas pulled his hands together and looked down at them, picking a bit at his nails. He then mumbled something that wasn't able to be heard, making the older ask Huh?.Now it was Lucas' turn to let out a sigh. "He doesn't like me like that, and I'm trying not to feel that way towards him."
"Oh….oh." Was all that fell from Shawn's lips as he came to the realisation of what the younger male had said. "Do you know for sure that he doesn't?"
Lucas gave a shake of his head, not looking up from his hand at all. Lucas was too scared to say so, too afraid to even admit to himself that he had feelings for the other. So knowing if he feels the same way is of course unknown to the Texan.