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Larkle Story (One Shot List. (Lucas tells Farkle he's applying far…

- - - - Farkle asks him to meet up at Topanga's, and Lucas doesn't see the harm in saying yes. He's been avoiding too much alone time with the girls both because of the ever-present awkwardness and Riley's impressive radar for when something was wrong with her friends - not that anything was wrong with Lucas. He was just...processing some stuff. Homesick, maybe. It turns out that Farkle has a friend-radar too, and that he's noticed there's something up with Riley and Maya. Lucas feels terrible that he didn't notice and promises to be all in on helping them, even volunteering to do research when he goes home. And he does - he goes home and spends hours scouring the net.
        
        It's the same dream. This time the figure smells like sandalwood and Lucas' stomach is churning when he finally wakes up, sweat-soaked and shaking. It's only 4 am and he can't seem to go back to sleep - or maybe he's just too scared to try. When he gets into class he's exhausted, eyes wearing and posture broken down. Even beyond that he's ducking his head, taking notes quietly and only speaking enough that he won't be noticeably silent. The lesson on the board is about JK Rowling. He's not sure how it fits into history, but Mr.Matthews wants to insure that Riley doesn't stop believing in magic and Lucas appreciates that.
        
        They meet up to work on their latest history assignment. Lucas is pretty sure he's supposed to be there for when Riley has her big revelation, to offer more aid with French class. Instead, he's there to be stuck in his own head, frowning at his notebook and trying to remember what exactly Mr.Matthews had even talked about in class today. Maya of all people notices, and offers to walk home with him before he manages to wander straight off the sidewalk. He tries to refuse, but it doesn't work out all that well - they walk silently, for the most part. The only words Maya offers is something along the lines of "hey - I know I'm not sunshine and sparkles like Riles, but if there's something going on...I'm here. You got that, right?" For her part, Lucas manages to smile a proper smile for the first time in days.
        
        For a minute there, Lucas thought it might get better. That minute ends right about 3am, when he wakes up shaking. He thinks he might finally pick up his phone and call for help - but hey. No reason to bother anyone. Riley has never seen this side of midnight, Farkle is probably sound asleep, having sent himself off with hours of studying, and Maya already did her part for the day. It's not that much of a problem anyway. Maybe he'll read ahead for once. It can't hurt, right?
        
        Lucas falls asleep in class and when he wakes up, he can't tell if Mr.Matthews is concerned or infuriated. He thinks concerned. Mostly. He's pretty sure he would've preferred infuriated. There's a reluctant detention sentence and Lucas is sick to his stomach - this is the first detention he hasn't intentionally gotten. His friends offer to get themselves thrown in with him but Mr.Matthews shakes his head. "I've got this one, guys." That doesn't bode well for him - it's been a long time since he got an individualized lesson. Is it time again? It's a miracle he stays conscious long enough to even make it to detention. When he gets there, there's a pillow waiting. He's not even sure where Mr.Matthews got a pillow, but he's grateful. Up until he throws out the condition. No pillow until Lucas explains what's going on. Or, at least, until he promises that he's alright. It's not a promise he can make. It's not a question he can answer. But no one in the Matthew's family is cruel - if it gets any worse, Mr.Matthews won't have any choice but to step in. For now, though, he can be flexible. There's a pillow under Lucas' head and he's exhausted enough that for once, there is no dream. (When Lucas sees the pillow in Mr.Matthews' hand, he has to say it. "I hope you're not doing this for Riley, sir." "I am, a little. But not because I'm hoping she'll end up with you." "I know you're not." "Between you and me? I wouldn't mind if it was someone like you. "You're hoping she'll find someone like me - but not me, sir?" "I'm not hoping she'll find anyone! Not until she's 40. But if she has to, I hope it's someone like you. Someone who she can trust." "Between you and me, sir....I think she already has." There. That was the test. If Mr.Matthews' was okay with the idea of Riley and Maya, then maybe he'd be okay with Lucas getting a little confused. Not that Lucas was confused. He was just...hormonal. That was it. That's why his dreams had been so weird. Hormones. There was nothing to worry about, and there was nothing to worry Mr.Matthews' about. Still, Lucas' stomach knotted up when his teacher finally turned to him to answer. "You know, Mr.Friar....I think you might be right."
- - - - Maya getting upset that Lucas didn't tell them and realizing that she's just projecting her own fears and struggles.
        
        Riley getting super excited and thinking that they can be grand and supportive now, and Lucas has to be the one to sit her down and explain that no - not with his family. Not in his life. It forces him to finally confront that truth about his life - it's painful, but necessary.