Ok so hello, yes I'm alive and no I haven't given up on these stories. I haven't written anything for over a year but I've had a pretty eventful year and my life is going great right now. I found this fic in my documents and decided I couldn't just leave it. It might take a while because I'm very busy nowadays but I will continue this. ALSO I have managed to recover Undead, English and Ravens! So I can post a new chapter in that too! this one is short but I'm hoping to post another by the end of today. Don't forget to review and send any pairings you'd like to see stories for, I already have a few written of other pairings (e.g. Bunny and Stolovan) but if you have any requests that would be fun!
Once Firkle reached his house he continued up to his bedroom, sat on his bed and lit another cigarette.
"I love you of course"
Firkle groaned and roughly rubbed his head with both hands causing his hair to go completely askew. His leg bounced anxiously as he continued to smoke his cigarette, hoping the nicotine would calm his nerves but with little relief.
Just as he docked out his smoke and felt ever so slightly better his phone vibrated in his pocket causing him to nearly jump out of his skin.
I don't have fucking time for you guys right now!
He thought bitterly before yanking his phone out of his pocket.
Unknown: Hope you're doing ok babe, don't worry you don't have to date me right now, besides you need to get to know me first :)
Firkles cheeks coloured and he angrily typed out a reply.
You: Who says I'm going to date you?! Fuck off!
He could almost feel Ike smirk at his reply an he hated himself for it. Of course he couldn't date that freak, dating is for conformists anyway. He huffed and kicked off his boots before scurrying back to sit against his pillows on his bed and dragging his laptop onto his legs. "I need some stress relief" he muttered to himself before opening his secret folder.
He clicked his favourite one and glanced at the door as the graphics loaded up.
The music to Call Of Duty played quietly and he sighed before signing in to his account.
"Time to kill some noobs" he smiled.
A few hours passed of him ultimately destroying every player he came across until he saw a familiar name run past him, "no fucking way, I've totally got him this time" he said to himself, unconsciously moving closer to the screen as he stalked the player.
He smirked as he rounded a corner, certain he was going to make the kill, only to be met with a quick knife and a respawn screen. "FUCK THIS STUPID GAME!" he shouted angrily before slamming his laptop shut. "Ugh! God WHY is he impossible to kill?!" he quickly climbed to his feet moving as far away from the offending piece of technology that he could.
"Are you ok Firkle?" He heard his mothers warm voice call up the stairs.
I didn't even know she was back home, maybe she can take my mind off of him…
"Yeah just lost a stupid game" he spat bitterly while walking down the stairs.
His mother smiled as he entered the kitchen and sat beside her, "Well I know we are a great team at this game so care to help an old lady out?" she asked jokingly, her bright smile decorating her face. Firkle smiled back at her and looked at the screen of her tablet.
They completed 3 rounds before Firkle's stomach growled loudly.
His mother laughed and grinned at him, "I know it's been a while but do you want to go out somewhere to eat together? We could go anywhere you like?" she asked with fake confidence, not breaking her smile. Firkle knew that 'a while' actually meant months and he felt a little sad thinking about how much he'd been neglecting his mother. He flashed her the brightest smile he could muster and nodded his head.
Her eyes glistened, full of joy at his reply. "Great! There's a new place I've been passing on my way to work that I've been dying to try, we can go there! ..Unless you have somewhere you'd like to go?" she added just in case.
Firkle smiled "Nope, that sounds fine, I'll just be happy to get away from South Park for a while"
And away from Ike
They both got ready and headed to the restaurant. It was a nice place Firkle thought, classier than anywhere you'd find in South Park but not so posh as to make you wear formal clothes.
"Ooh this is nice, I bet the food's good too" his mother chimed excitedly as they took their seats.
His mother was right, the food was good and they both enjoyed themselves, although Firkle would never admit it.
He tried extra hard to keep up a conversation and could see how happy he was making his mother, he even forgot about his troubles for a while.
On the drive home his mother gushed over how nice the food was and how they just had to go again, Firkle agreed but was focusing mainly on a game on his phone when it vibrated in his hand.
Unknown: Can't wait to see you at school tomorrow x
Firkle blushed and locked his phone screen.
Why's he being so forward now?! It's so damn embarrassing!
Once they arrived home Firkle said goodnight to his mother and thanked her for the meal before going to his room.
I'll just act the same as I always do. Ignore him and insult him.
He decided to make a start on the story he was planning on writing his mother for her birthday.
I'll make it gay and sappy, she'll love it
He smirked as he opened a fresh document, swiftly typing out the story he had already planned in his head.
His mind kept wandering back to the Canadian but he chastised himself and tried to focus on writing. He managed to write the first 3 chapters before deciding to try get some sleep.
That night his dream was riddled with images of blue hoodies, familiar grins and least favourite laugh. He woke up the next day embarrassed and angry.
