Larkle Oneshots

Your Nothing, My Everything

Summary: Farkle is shutting Lucas out, and Lucas doesn't know what to do

A/N: So I wrote this instead of writing the next update to "Starstruck" lmao...I was having severe Larkle feels (blame LadyofDecember on tumblr for that) and I just needed to write something for them. Anyway, I hope this turned out well...it was challenging to write, but I really enjoyed it. Please leave your thoughts on the story/character's voices  in the comments :)

Shoutout to alwaysjonnorlove.tumblr.com for the title!

Lucas faintly remembered being warned that junior year of high school was a bitch. But frankly, he was feeling far too overwhelmed at the moment to really care whether he was warned or not; all he knew was that it was one hundred percent true. ACTs. SATs. 2 AP classes. Lucas could've sworn that he was on the edge of having a mental breakdown every single day.

Today was no different—well, it was different, but not because he wasn't on the verge of a breakdown. Lucas was still hanging by his fingertips, but Farkle—his boyfriend and the person who turned out to be his only source of sanity—was acting quite strangely. Lucas couldn't remember Farkle ever acting like he had all day, at least not since before they started dating at the end of eighth grade.

They were sitting in Lucas' bedroom, doing their homework like they usually did. When they walked into the room, Lucas had flopped down on the bed, automatically scooting over to make room for Farkle to sit next to him, but for some mystifying reason, Farkle had chosen to sit at Lucas' oft-ignored (and therefore quite messy) desk instead. And that wasn't all; Farkle—wouldn't-ever-shut-up Farkle—wasn't giving him more than one word answers to his questions, ignoring all of Lucas' attempts at conversation.

Lucas gazed at the other boy, his six foot, two inch frame hunched over the desk, lips stretched taut across his face, eyes narrowed and eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Lucas had seen that look on Farkle's face many times—it was exactly the same—and yet it wasn't. Lucas didn't have a clue to what was going on in Farkle's head, but he knew Farkle wasn't himself, and he needed to find out why.

"Farkle, what's going on?" Lucas finally asked, trying his hardest to bust through the wall Farkle thrown up between them.

"Nothing. I'm fine," Farkle quipped, not once moving his eyes from the paper in front of him.

"Bullshit," Lucas said, carelessly tossing his textbook aside and walking over to Farkle's side, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"What?" Farkle replied blankly, thrown off balance by Lucas' callout. Lucas smiled softly at the boy, grabbing his hand and pulling him on his feet and to the bed.

"C'mere," Lucas mumbled, holding his arms out for Farkle. Farkle hesitated and then stiffly sat down and let himself be reeled into the embrace. Lucas pulled Farkle into his side tightly, frowning when Farkle didn't curl up around and into him the way he usually did.

"You've been acting weird and closed off ever since this morning," Lucas sighed, gently nudging his head up against Farkle's. "Please just talk to me. I'm worried about you."

"I'll be okay Lucas, I'm just uhhh—stressed out about a class. I'm um—um struggling," Farkle answered, speaking a little too quickly for Lucas' liking, despite his hesitations. In fact, Lucas wasn't buying a single word Farkle had just said. Lucas briefly considered pursuing the matter further, but Farkle's resolute façade showed no signs of cracking, and Lucas knew he couldn't force anything out of Farkle, regardless of whether he wanted to.

"Okay," Lucas said resignedly, giving Farkle a quick peck on the cheek before releasing him. Farkle didn't hesitate to scurry back to the desk, immediately re-immersing himself in his homework. Lucas leaned his head against the headboard, exhaling loudly, frustrated that Farkle's wall stood just as tall as before. Farkle was clearly hiding something. He wondered why Farkle was refusing to open up to him. Had he done something to break Farkle's trust that he didn't realize or remember? Was Farkle mad at him for some reason? There was only one way to answer those questions without dragging the response out of Farkle himself.