Shawn left after a while, he had suggested that Lucas tell the other that he may have feelings towards the other but the teenager just shook his head. He couldn't do it, no. So many things were tugging at him that he was just going to be rejected anyway. The other has only expressed interest in girls for as long as he known the other – then again; Lucas has been giving that off too. Lucas just stayed on the couch where he was, the quiet around him sending him into a depressed state of mind that he just decided to sleep off. It wasn't long before he was consumed by the hold of sleep, he was sent into a pretty dreamless world. He was awoken when he felt someone shaking his shoulder; he mumbled a few incoherent words as he shifted on the couch to and opened his eyes to see who it was. It was Farkle's sister, letting out a small groan Lucas sat up.
"What are you doing here?" Lucas questioned as he watched as she took a seat next to him.
"I could ask you the same thing." She retorted with a raised eyebrow. "This is my house after all."
"Farkle said I could stay here. Shouldn't you be in school?"
"School finished around half an hour ago, but I need something I left here."
"Then why did you wake me. You could have just gotten it and left."
"I wanted to tell you something, and well we are alone. I didn't want my brother listening in, or my parents. Or Riley or Maya."
"Is it that you like me? Because I know, Farkle told me, but there is nothing that will happen between us. You're fourteen and I'm eighteen. Plus, the only Minkus I plan on having a thing with is your brother."
And as if on cue, the seventeen year old walked through the door and made his way into the living area. He was about to say something when the younger Minkus child stood up in a huff, glaring at her brother before she said "I hate you Farkle."
"Bethany? Why? What did I do?" He asked confused as to why his sister said that out of the blue but he didn't get an answer as she stormed out the door, closing it with a slam. The brunette turned to look over at his friend on the couch. "What happened here?"
Lucas gave a light shrug and pushed off of the couch before heading to Farkle's room, grabbing up the opened bottle and taking a swig of the harsh liquid. Closing his eyes as the burning sensation made its way down his throat. He couldn't say that he just told his sister that he would have a thing with him instead of her. No, that wouldn't go down right. He was about to take another swig of alcohol when the bottle was taken from his hand, making the Texan produce a small whine.
"You are not drinking in my house, let alone my room. Where did you even get this? My father's liquor is in his cabinet, under lock and key." Farkle questioned as he held the bottle away from his friend, trying not to let out a disappointed sigh as he saw the unopened bottle of vodka. He went and picked it up, still waiting for an answer from the older. "This time you are going to answer me."
"I have a fake I.D. It's amazing how stupid some people are to believe it."
"Well….look at you. You do look older." The brunette commented off handily as he looked over at his friend, yeah the other always looked older then he really was. But as the years went by, it seemed to jump up a few years as well. "Anyway, how was your day?"
Lucas had said Maya came by and then he slept until his sister came along, though he still didn't say why she was upset with him. He will take that to his death. They just played some video games, Farkle talked about what happened at school while he did his homework, until Lucas fell asleep where he was lying as Farkle did his work on the other side of the bed. Farkle decided he should finish up his homework before going to make them both something to eat for dinner, and he did not even half an hour later. When he moved off of the bed, the brunette could have sworn that Lucas had said I love you Farkle. But he didn't believe those words would ever fall from the Texan's lips, and not in the tone that he had thought he heard from the older. There was no way that Lucas would ever love him like that. Right? No way. Lucas was, well was Lucas; Mr Look At Ya FreakFace and Farkle was just a little squeak of a mouse.