My Broken Mind (Ike x Firkle)

Firkle?

Ike's POV

I couldn't stop staring at him. Firkle looked so...different. He acted different too.

What the fuck is he doing? This isn't him. Firkle still wore black and white but it wasn't goth black and white...if that makes sense.

Honestly, Firkle looks like a typical fuck boy. Yes, he does look super hot but I just don't like it. All the girls keep staring and flirting with him. It's making me pissed.

Ring
Ring
Ring

Finally! Now I can talk to Firkle.

I walk over to Firkle's desk and push my way through the crowd of girls. I grab his hand and drag out of the classroom.

Firkle's POV

The bell rang and when I tried to get up a bunch of girls crowded my desk. They kept asking me weird questions and tried to touch my face.

Then all the sudden Ike came along and grabbed my hand. I felt my face heat up. Wait am I blushing?

"Aw man he's gay!" A girl yelled.

What? I'm not gay.

Ike dragged me all the way to the bathroom holding my hand the whole way. My face kept heating up every second.

"Firkle what are you doing?" Ike stared at me.

I looked away. "Just being who I truly am. A conformist." I lied.

"You're not a conformist. You're Firkle, the cute little goth." Ike lifted my chin forcing me to look at him.

Did he just call me cute? Why would he call me cute? Is he gay or something?

"A-are you g-gay?" I asked trying to avoid eye contact.

"Uh..yeah. You didn't know that? Cause like, the entire school knows I'm gay."

After Ike said that I got a weird feeling in my stomach.

Ike grabbed my arm. My stomach fucking exploded!

"AHH!" I screamed jumping back.

Ike looked at me in shock and confusion. "What? What's wrong?"

"M-my stomach feels w-weird." I explained gripping my stomach.

"Well...I'll take you to the nurse then.." He grabbed my arm and my stomach exploded again.

"GAH! STO-STOP TOUCHING ME!" I yelled at Ike.

"Wha-why?"

"Every time you touch me my stomach feels like it's exploding."

Ike looked confused at first but started smirking...Why was he smirking? I'm so fucking confused.

"Firkle," he paused. "Are you gay?"

I thought for a moment. Am I gay? I've never liked girls. But I've never liked guys either..well maybe.

"Um...I-I I don't know." I shook my head.

Ike grabbed my face and stared into my eyes making my face red as fuck. The moment I looked away I felt lips smash into mine...