So yesterday I had an unexpected visit from a friend I haven't seen in a while and she stayed till late last night as she recently had a bad experience and I was trying (and failing) to help her. But anyway here's the promised chapter, it's pretty short but it is a key plot milestone. I feel like I've made Ike a little too out of character here but it kind of explains it I just hope it's easy t understand. I don't know if this chapter flows nicely as I had a lot of mini breaks while writing it and I haven't read it through... Please review or PM me your criticisms as I would appreciate it!

Also Kaz the king I really appreciate your reviews and feedback, I always look forward to what you have to say as I know this story isn't very popular yet so I don't get much opinions on it. I write a lot in my spare time (writing approx. 8 fanfics at the minute as well as some original stories) so I'm glad it's paying off!

I have added one sentence to this chapter as I didn't like how cold Ike sounded. He really isn't some psycho he's just not great at explaining his emotions or understanding them. Also there was a typo or two I corrected. I haven't got any more of this story written so I'm hoping to add at least one chapter today as I'm in the mood to write! Thank you to anyone who stuck around this long and I added a paragraph to my bio you should all read. Send me story suggestions or pairings you would like to see stories of and I'll do my best!

Firkle groaned as he woke up and glanced at his phone through blurry eyes. 11:47am.

That's better.

He yawned and stretched his arms before climbing out of bed, he still had the same shirt on he wore to Henrietta's but didn't bother changing it. He pulled on some skinny jeans and staggered into the bathroom.

He laughed when he saw his reflection, he'd forgotten to clean his face before going to sleep so his makeup was smudged in all directions.

I look like fucking Rorschach

After he scrubbed his face clean he applied some fresh eyeliner, not bothering to wear lipstick, and headed downstairs for some much needed coffee.

There was a note on the table when he entered the kitchen,

Gone to work, will pick coffee up on my way home. Love you - Mum

"Fuck" Firkle muttered once he had read the note, he checked the coffee jar to be sure and was met with the sad reality that yes, they were out of coffee.

"Tweeks it is" he mumbled to himself as he returned to his room and pulled on some black boots before grabbing his jacket and leaving the house.

As soon as he stepped into Tweek Bros. his senses were flooded with the aroma of fresh coffee. Gravitating to the counter, he ordered a large black coffee and moved to sit at his usual secluded booth. There were only a few people in at the moment, an old couple having an early lunch, a young guy in a business suit focused intently on his laptop, and a woman on her phone accompanied by a little girl excitedly eating some waffles.

At least it's quiet today

He occupied himself with his phone until his coffee arrived and instantly began sipping at it, regardless of how it scolded his mouth like lava.

He was about a quarter of the way done when someone sat in the seat across from him, he sighed assuming it was one of the goths and was unpleasantly surprised when he saw that it was his self proclaimed stalker.

"What the fuck do you want now?" he grumbled angrily, glaring at Ike's smiling face.

"Good morning to you too princess" Ike grinned happily, watching as Firkle's glare grew impossibly sharper.

"Call me that again and I'll fucking break your arms" he snapped viciously. Feeling the urge to smoke he took a large mouthful of his liquid heroin, hoping it would calm him somewhat.

"Ok ok sorry, seems someone is grumpy in the morning" Ike rolled his eyes but continued smiling and he rested his elbows on the table and propped his head up.

"Why are you still here? Can you kindly piss off?" he asked rhetorically, more of a threat than a suggestion.

"Oh but" Ike turned his head, "I've already ordered" he finished with a smirk as the blond server placed a cup down on the table with shaky hands, almost spilling it in the process. "Thanks Tweek" Ike said appreciatively, his expression changing completely as he smiled politely in the servers direction.

Fucking poser

"Whatever" Firkle said bitterly, purposefully avoiding acknowledging the Canadian further, accepting that Ike wasn't going to move.

They drank in silence for a while till Firkle's eyes flicked briefly over to the other boy, Ike was staring at his face with a strangely vacant expression which was broken as a smile now spread across his features. "Aha caught you looking!" he tittered excitedly.

Firkle rolled his eyes and turned to confront him, "What do you want from me? Why are you suddenly stalking me?" he interrogated seriously.

Ike casually shrugged one shoulder, "I've always been watching you, I was just waiting for you to notice" he said cryptically before taking a sip of what Firkle thought looked like the sweetest drink he'd ever seen, it was topped with a mountain of cream, marshmallows and chocolate powder.

"What the fuck do you mean 'you've always been watching me'?" Firkle asked, frowning and forgetting about his coffee completely.

Since when is 'always'?

"Well I've been observing you since kindergarten" he answered as if it would answer all of Firkle's questions. It didn't so Firkle rose an eyebrow asking him to elaborate. "Basically, people are boring" Ike started, pushing his drink to the side as if preparing for a long conversation, "Since I can remember I've found people to be incredibly… Well, dull." he said it like he was talking about a tv show he'd seen, ignoring Firkle's confused expression he continued. "Everyone was so predictable, I thought school would be different but instead it was even worse. The same people doing the same things every day and being a 'genius' didn't help because the work was too easy. Then one day I saw a boy dressed in all black wearing makeup and smoking behind the school, it was the first time I had seen something so… Interesting" he said a smile playing on the edges of his lips, Firkle noticed a shine to Ike's eyes as he explained. Seemingly excited at the memory.

"To children, even geniuses, make-up was for ladies and smoking was for adults. So, naturally, I watched you whenever I saw you. You were just so different. I could rarely guess what you were going to do next, you seemed to have no care for what anyone thought of you including the teachers. From an early age I've known how people wanted me to act, how I was supposed to behave, so I did as expected. I smile when people talk to me about their tedious lives, I'm polite and 'outgoing' enough as not to arouse suspicion. One of the only positive things about continuing to go to this asinine sheep pen is being able to watch you occasionally" He ended his rant with a small smile that looked genuine.

Firkle couldn't help but stare for a moment while he registered everything Ike had said. He felt his cheeks warm up and his heart rate increase slightly at the smooth words that almost sounded like a love confession. There was one main thought going through Firkle's head.

That is the most non conformist thing I've ever heard.

"Erm" Firkle started lamely, not knowing exactly how to comment on all the information. "So like… your whole school life has been fake?" he asked tentatively.

"In a way yeah I guess, I can't wait to leave that's for sure" he scoffed, picking his drink up once again. "I only got this drink because I knew you'd be utterly disgusted. The face you made when Tweek gave me it did not disappoint" he added with a smirk.

He's so fucking manipulative

Firkle frowned again, he had so many questions but didn't know how to start. "Why now? I mean, what do you think will come of you cornering me and stalking me all the time other than me hating you more?" he quizzed, glancing at his own drink which had now cooled too much to be enjoyed.

Ike grinned and leaned over the table slightly so his face was closer to Firkle's, "Well I was hoping we'd date" he said lowly so the others in the shop wouldn't hear.

Firkle's face flushed and his eyes widened, "what the fuck are you talking about?! Why would we date?!" he whispered erratically, spitting the final word as if it burnt his tongue.

Ike cocked his head to the side, "Well 'cos I love you of course, you're one of the only people who has remained interesting for this long" he stated obviously, as if he wasn't expecting the reaction he was getting. Growing quieter he added, " Besides that's the only explanation for these strange… feelings I've been having about you lately, I guess that's why I finally approached you… I just can't seem to ignore you any longer" he almost exhaled the last part of the sentence as he stared straight into Firkle's eyes. It looked like he had more he wanted to say but didn't know how.

Now, that was a love confession.

What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck

Firkle was slightly panicking, his mind flashed back to what happened in the bathroom and his cheeks flushed darker.

I thought he was fucking joking around trying to annoy me! What is fucking happening right now?!

"You look surprised?" Ike sat back in his chair, "Think about it, in the meantime I plan on bonding with you more so look forward to it!" he stood then and shuffled out of his seat, "See you around princess" he added with a wink before turning and leaving the cafe.

He wants to go out with me but I hate him. He's been obsessed with me for years but I hate him. He's not a conformist but I still hate him. He says he… loves me... Why the fuck would he be interested in me?! I'm far from attractive and the only conversations we've had consisted of me insulting him. I don't fucking know what to think

He sat in shock for what felt like hours while the gears turned in his head, trying to work out what was happening. He'd never really socialised with anyone other than the goths so someone wanting to date him was something he never expected to happen, especially so soon.

Firkle stood suddenly and left the shop in a hurry, pulling his cigarettes out of his pocket as soon as his boot touched the snowy ground. He lit his cig with shaky hands and took a deep drag as his legs worked on autopilot to take him home.