In the morning, Farkle had gotten up earlier then Lucas and got himself ready for the day. Actually, he got his things ready for the next few days. He wanted to help Lucas with his problem back home, so getting up early was part of that plan. In the hour before Lucas woke up, Farkle had showered, got dressed, packed a few of his clothes and things into a small suitcase before sorting out a way down to Texas, and a place to stay in case they can't stay at his father's place. But that was just a backup plan. Farkle was in the kitchen setting up a quick breakfast for the pair as Lucas woke, slowly getting to his feet and making it to the kitchen.

"Why do you have a suitcase out?" Lucas asked, pointing towards the small case sitting by one of the couches. The Texan leaned against the counter as he looked up at Farkle. "Also, what are we now?"

"You said you'd get to Texas to stop your father from chucking things out. I went ahead and got us a way down there today. And I would say we're boyfriends." Farkle spoke as he handed Lucas over a plate with a few pieces of bacon and eggs. He grabbed out a fork for both of them before he started to eat his. Blue eyes looking over Lucas who seemed to be thinking of something; something that the brunette could not see.

"You said us. You got us a way down. You're coming with me?" He questioned as he played a bit with his food.

"Yeah I did. I hope you don't mind, I just knew you wanted to get there quickly and I knew I had some money to do so. And I want to be there for you because I really do care about you Lucas."

A huge grin spread across the older's lips before he moved over to Farkle, giving him a kiss upon his cheek. "Thank you, I appreciate that."

All Lucas needed to do was; have a shower and get changed and then he was ready. His things already been packed from the day before when he was going to leave. It was around lunch time and Lucas had fallen asleep against Farkle on the bus. Lucas' sleeping habits were starting to worry the brunette, he has noticed that the older sleeps a lot more often then he should but he was going to just leave it for the time being. First they needed to sort out what was going on back in Texas. Farkle just continued to read the book he had started as he listened to the music that played through his ear buds. By the time they arrived in Texas, they were starving and grabbed something to eat from the first store they saw before finding their way to Lucas' father's place. Lucas drove the rental car seeing as he knew how to get there. Once they were there, Lucas killed the engine and just sat in the car. He wasn't sure if he wanted to move anymore, but the reassuring squeeze of his hand made by Farkle got him the energy to go through with this. Plus, he had gotten this far already right? He got out of the car, followed closely by Farkle who came up behind him, giving him a light hug from behind him.

"Come on, it's now or never." Farkle said as he grabbed hold of Lucas hand and headed towards the porch.

Lucas nodded his head a little before tailing a little behind Farkle, he sucked in a deep breath before he knocked on the door. The wait was only a few seconds but it felt like an eternity before Lucas' father opened up the door.

"Lucas, what are you doing here? And who is that with you?" His father questioned as he crossed his arms against his chest as he looked over his son in front of him.

"I heard you were going to get rid of Nick's things. I don't want you to do that, you can't." Lucas spoke, trying not to let his voice shake. "And this is Farkle. He's a friend of mine."

It kind of hurt when Lucas introduced him as a friend, but then again he remembered that older has only just come into accepting himself as he was so that took a bit of the sting away. Some, not all of it. Farkle gave a smile, and a little wave and a "Nice to meet you sir."

"It's time we all finally move on from him. Plus, we could be using that room and the money that would come from his things."

"NO! Don't sell his things."

"I am going to Lucas, not you or your mother can stop me."

"But that's all I have left of him."

"I'm sure you still blame yourself for his death, you have that to hold onto."

Lucas froze in his spot, his hand tightening around Farkle's. What was going on? Farkle didn't know but it seemed to have shocked the Texan pretty hard, the grip around his hand was starting to hurt from the pressure.

"Lucas, you're hurting me." Farkle spoke, the words snapping the other out of his frozen state and releasing the grip on the other's hand. Farkle rubbed a bit at his hand as he looked over Lucas, studying his features. Wondering what was going through the other's mind right now.