It was 8:30 on Monday morning, and Ike was at his locker. Well, it was a new week of school, and he wasn't all that excited for it. Sure, he was a genius, but that didn't mean he had to like school. He found it boring to be honest. He already knew practically everything that they did in class, and the education that was new? He picked it up in no time, it took on average one lesson. He checked his schedule quickly. Noticing he had maths, he sighed. At least he could relax in that class. That and science were his strongest subjects. So he was able to relax in both of those classes, a fact that he appreciated.
He turned away from his locker, wanting to go get a drink from the water fountain, when he saw them walking past. Instinctively, his eyes followed the small figure of Firkle. He knew them only from seeing them around, skipping class. Yet whenever he saw them, he felt like his heart started beating faster, and he got a bit weaker at the knees, which was precisely what was happening to him at that moment. His eyes continued to trail them until they walked out of sight. He face palmed angrily. Why did he feel like that every time they walked close to him and whenever he saw them? He barely fucking knew them! Shaking his head in an angry manner, he started walking towards the water fountain, needing something to drink.
As Ike reached his house after walking home at the end of school, he opened the door and walked inside, closing it angrily without slamming it. All fucking day the small goth had been planted in his mind. All fucking day. The lip piercings not fading away. Fucking hell. He fiddled with one of his own piercings that was located on his eyebrow, a trait he had picked up for some reason. He didn't even notice his brother wave and say hello, instead walking up the stairs to his room, dumping his bags in front of the door. He opened it before walking in, slamming the door behind him and flopping on his bed, hands covering his face. Nothing he tried could get the vision of the goth to go away. There was no denying it anymore. He had a crush. A huge fucking crush. On a kid he barely knew. He groaned into his hands. As he heard a knock on the door, he frowned and removed his hands from his face.
"It's unlocked," he called, watching as the door opened and Kyle walked into the room.
"Hey Ike," he said with a smile on his face. Ike pushed himself up to get a better look at his brother. He was wearing the same old green ushanka, but was wearing jeans and a shirt instead of his usual clothing attire. Ike flopped back down.
"Hey Kyle…" he muttered, rubbing an eye quickly. Itchy eyes...man they sucked. Kyle sighed, walking over and sitting on the corner of Ike's bed as he could tell that something was bothering his brother.
"Ike, what's going on? You're usually way more talkative than this. What's bothering you?" Kyle asked him, the older male's green eyes staring at him, looking concerned.
Ike sighed. "I don't really want to discuss it…" he muttered. He wasn't a fan of talking about personal issues, but if there was anything Kyle had learned over the years, it was how to get Ike to spill whatever was going on in his life. It's why Ike considered his house to the least private place in the world.
"Ike, whatever is bothering you, you can tell me. How many times have I helped you in the past?" Kyle stated, reaching over and removing the Canadian's hoodie so that it didn't cover his face anymore.
Ike frowned again. It was easier for him to just spill the information right now rather than be subjected to Kyle's constant nagging for him to say it. "Fine. You want to know? I have a crush. A huge crush. I barely see them, yet today, I couldn't get them out of my mind," he muttered. "And since I barely see them, I don't know them at all, and because of that, this whole scenario is worsened…" he sighed.
Kyle's lips curled up into a small smirk. "Ah, so my little brother is in love is he? How sweet~" he purred teasingly, before standing up. "But for real, the only way you will be able to do something about it is if you get close to them," he said. "And I suggest, if you really like them how you do, is to introduce yourself to them and slowly get to know them. Tell them your name, and proceed from there,"
Ike slowly pushed himself up at Kyle's words. "You think I should…?" he asked. Kyle nodded in response. "But what if they don't-" he started to say, before being cut off mid-sentence by Kyle.
"Trust me Ike. You'll never know unless you try," he said firmly, before smiling properly. "It's weird to see you growing up so fast…I remember when you were just a baby…" he said softly.
"Let's not get all mushy and sentimental now Kyle," Ike said, sitting up properly. "I'll try to do what you said. Thank you for the advice," he said, smiling softly.
"You're welcome Ike. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to call Stan. Love you," he said as he walked over to door, opening it and walking out.
"Love you too," he said as the door closed. He laid back down on his bed again, smiling properly now, closing his eyes.