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

APBTL - *CHAPTER FIVE

Three weeks, it took me three weeks:
- To talk to Lucas again,
- For me figure my shit out,
- For three new problems to arise,
- For the entire Freshman year to find out about me and Smackle,
- For me to get over myself.

Mid November - Wednesday - 4.38pm

I sighed as I sat against the wall in my room, scrolling through Instagram on my phone.
When I heard the door bell. It took me a few seconds realise I was home alone. I rushed down stairs and opened the door, hoping it wasn't a salesman.

Well, the only thing he was selling was an unbelievable smile.
"Hi Lucas." He didn't respond, as he brushes past me into the house. "Please come in." I said sarcastically closing the door then leaning against it.
"Do you know what? I can't take all this thinking. I can't take over thinking everything. I can't take you. And your frickin' smug face." I smiled, as he paced back and forth through the living room. "Yeah, okay..." He said to himself, his hands gripping his messy hair.
He didn't seem like well dressed slick version of Lucas I had always known. His hair fell in curled waves across his forehead into his tired bag-ridden eyes. And he wore an over-sized football shirt and worn old jeans paired with his typical crisp white Nikes. Every thing about his appearance clashed, it cohered perfectly with what was so obviously going inside of Lucas's head as well.
"Lucas? What's going on?" I asked letting go of the door and drifting toward him.
"Explain." He demanded, I looked at him confused. "Explain what's going on in your head, everything. Then maybe I can figure out what the hell is going on in mine." I swallowed the lump in my throat and turned on my heel nervously.
"Well, I broke up with Smackle... And the-"
"That's not really news..." He cut in.
"Yeah well, no one knows why. I couldn't be with her anymore because everything in my head is so muddled, she just made it worse. And I really didn't handle the situation well. I just broke up with her, and I gave her no explanation. It was a dick move, I know." I sighed leaning against the wall.
"Well that doesn't surprise me." I glared at him.
"Well, I then sort have come to the conclusion. In the several Months it took me to un muddle all the shit in my head-." Lucas nodded still avoiding my gaze. "Lucas, You know what I'm trying to say right?" He nodded again pacing in the opposite direction. "I mean you have some sort of stupid charm about you because I'm the third one of your friends.."
"You like me." He sighed stopping in his tracks.
"Yeah, but I don't know, I mean it's not like I'm certain I li- , I - I mean I just, I - um -you." I shook my head at the muddle that fell out of my mouth. "I really liked Smackle. But it feels weird with you, it's different. Maybe it's cause you're you- or cause you're a guy or cause-" Lucas groaned cutting me off, I looked at him confused.
"Farkle, just stop talking." He sighed stepping toward me. I nodded and looked down to my feet. "Oh my god. Just come here." He said pulling me inward into a tight hug.
"Lucas?" I spoke into his shoulder.
"Don't."
"Lucas" I sighed.
"No."
"But."
"Oh my god, Farkle." I pulled away. He sighed and dropped his hands frustratedly.

Tuesday 17th of December - 3.34pm - John Adams High

I consistently tell myself everything I'm thinking is totally normal. And, yeah. Sure for some people it is.
But I don't think I've dwelled on a things as small as feelings to this extent before.
It's been a month and it's almost Christmas holidays. Which I am looking forward to emensly.
It'd be great to get away from everyone and everything.
And I can't wait to be away from him.
He's haunting my every step. It's like if I'm not bumping into him in the corridors or I'm sitting next to him in class, I'm thinking about him.
Every little thought in my brain is laced with a link to another thought of him.

I think it's my brain trying to tell me to figure this shit out. Otherwise it's never going to go away.

I turned the corner just as a flash of Lucas' backpack left the building.
I paused for a moment, and threw everything out the window. I walked briskly out the door and followed him down onto the front courtyard.
I caught up to him, and grabbed him by the strap of his bag pulling him around the corner of the building.

"Woah." As I pulled him to my view he registered the situation. "Farkle?"
I didn't reply. I just slowed my breathing and connected my line of view with his. His eyes darted between mine as we slowly drew closer and closer to each other.
His unsteady breath radiated onto my lips. I took a second to remember the feeling because I didn't plan on feeling it ever again.

"Why are we hiding?" Lucas whispered.
"We're not. It's called privacy." A smile tugged at my lips as I tightened my grip on his bag pulling him closer.
"It's an odd feeling." He joked.
"I'm sorry I'm stuffing everything up." I said looking down toward my hands gripping the straps of his bag.
"What are you stuffing up-" I cut him off as I pulled out faces millimetres from each other. His breath hitched. And we just stayed in that moment for what felt like hours.
All of my thoughts began to line up in my head like perfectly crafted bullet points.
And it terrified me. I pulled back a little, cautiously. I don't know if I can do this.
Lucas noticed, and concern laced his features. I pulled away from him and began to turn around.
Lucas grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me back toward him swiftly and our lips collided and I hummed into the kiss. My hands slid upward wrapping them around his neck.
He pulled away slightly, catching my eye, as his hands slid slowly around my waist.
I lent upward again and kissed the side of his lips. Before he lent back and kissed me on the lips once again.
I sighed happily. And looked into his eyes.
I took a photo in my head of their softness, of their beautiful texture, their dilation and focus.
I slowly pulled my hands back from behind his neck and lent them on his chest before laying another small kiss on his lips.
I couldn't say it. I had to but I didn't want to. So I just pulled away. And gave him an apologetic look.
"Farkle?" He whispered.
I turned on my heel and ran in the direction of the parking lot.

A/N

Need I do more than ask you a question?
QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER.
Do you think this revelation will change anything for the people around the boys? Will these problems become bigger than Lucas? 😕

- Row ❤️