a problem bigger than lucas //GMW - LucasXFarkle//

APBTL - CHAPTER ONE

SEASON 3.
JOHN ADAMS HIGH SCHOOL. WEDNESDAY. 12.45PM. PERIOD FOUR INTERVAL.

They had to give me space to grow, to find myself. After years of forcing my over-the-top personality and chasing every opportunity to make anything about me, I wanted to stop.
To stop being 'Farkle' and start being just Farkle. Just me, myself and I. Nothing could change my mind about that. It was time to drift off from the ever-growing anchor of friends and find myself. And maybe one day I'll find my way back to them and be as close to them as I was again.

I shut my locker and took a deep breath. Me, myself and I. No one to ask why. No one to need me, but me.
I walked into history class and sat down behind Riley's seat. A moment later Riley and Maya walked, in clearly arguing about something, probably not of the slightest importance. Lucas trailed behind and smiled at me before falling into his seat.
"Hey Farkle man." Maya taunted sliding into her seat. I smiled warmly.
"Where's your books?" Riley asked, Maya finally noticing the absence.
"Let's be realistic, Mr Mathews isn't going to make us do any work, he's just going to solve your problems, like always." She shrugged pulling her knees up into her chest.
I looked over to Lucas as the rest of the class continued to talk. 'Are you okay' he mouthed, concerned.
'I'm fine.' I mouthed back, forcing a smile. He looked down to his desk and pulled out his phone.
'New Text, from Lucas: talk to me later' I sighed resting my head on my hands, I stared at my phone.
'Okay.' I replied.

2.30 PM, END OF PERIOD FOUR.

"So are you gonna talk to me? Or?" Lucas' voice appeared behind my locker door. I frowned, closing the door revealing his smug face.
"Yeah." I said simply walking passed him.
"You've go to stop doing this." He sighed following me down the hall. I sighed and re-adjusted my beanie on my head.
"Stop what?" I asked blatantly.
"Cut the crap. You have to talk to me." I stopped and turned round to face him. I glared up at him.
"Um, no. I don't actually! I don't have to do anything!" I looked at him, waiting for a reply. He bit his lip and puffed, clearly pissed.
"You're acting different lately. You need to talk to someone, and for some reason it's not Riley, or Maya worthy. So, why can't you talk to me? I'm your best friend, it's kind of apart of the deal." He shifted, and pressed his lips together impatiently.
I groaned and walked into the classroom behind him.
"Oh my god, Farkle!" He groaned and followed me into 5th period English.

TWO DAYS LATER. AFTER SCHOOL. TOPANGA'S CAFE. 4.30PM.

I twisted my straw in my milkshake that I did not intend on drinking, and stared at the 'Topanga's' sign. Even the god-dammed store knows who it was.
I have no clue.
It's a weird wishy washy feeling. It's like that feeling right before you knock on a door or that odd feeling when you yawn. But it never stops. Not knowing who you are is terrifying. It's like jumping into a pool not know how to swim and expecting to not drown. It's like a lot of things, but nothing can truly describe the feeling of being empty.
It's hollow and dark. And I know it's common, so many people don't know who they are, or haven't known before.
It is a little bewildering when someone asks you who you are. Sure, you could just spit out your name like a normal person but truly, when you don't know who you are, really. A million questions flash through your head before your name actually is verbalised. And those moments are yet another sad reminder to get your sleuthing kit and start searching.

I attempted to swallow the permanent lump in my throat yet again, when a familiar bright green backpack flashed out of the corner of my eye. I took a second to prey that it was someone else who owned the popular sports bag.
But knowing my sweet luck it had to be-
"Lucas, what can I getcha?" The waitress chimed behind the counter.
"Uh, I'm fine for now, Amanda. But thanks." He smiled gripping - the bag I loathed so much - on his shoulder.

"Far-"
"Great." I cut him off staring down at my sad looking drink.
"So, how are you dude?" He dropped down into the seat across from me.
"I'm great. Dude." I mocked.
"Are you going to tell me, what's going on up there?" He smiled,
tapping my head.
"Stop, I'm not a toddler.
Okay?" I flicked away his hand. He held his hands up in surrender. "I actually have no idea. No idea what the hell is happening with me. I'm empty. And before you ask why. I don't know that either. I just, I don't know."
He gave me a sympathetic look and I glared back. "Don't give me that puppy-dog-eye-shit. I don't need sympathy especially not from you."
"So what's it like?" I raised my brow. "Being undetermined of your being?"
"We live in New York, the place is filled with soul-less people. I actually feel accepted."
"Stop with the shit. I'm being serious here." He sighed and slouched, defeated.
"And so am I."

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A\N

So the writers of Girl Meets world were taking way to long to write and produce season three, so I wrote it myself.
But from Farkle's point of view.
I thought it'd be nice to give Farkle his own drama, since his usually is just based around Maya, Riley and Lucas so...

Here goes nothing!

Also, I love writing new stories it's so exciting!

New update soon I hope!

- Row ❤️