Wow 2 chapters in 1 day after a 2 year hiatus? Amazing! The last chapter was basically filler so I tried to do some more relationship development here and made way for the next chapter to bring them closer. I'm not really feeling this story and keep losing the personalities for the characters so sorry if they keep changing. I guess it'll come together eventually. As always thanks for reading I hope you enjoy!

Firkle reluctantly dragged himself out of bed and got dressed.

Ugh Monday

He chose to just wear a random black t shirt with some crucifix design on the front and a pair of black jeans today. He couldn't be bothered showering so he simply went over his eyeliner from the da before and went downstairs. He was greeted by his mother rushing around the kitchen.

"Oh Firkle, good morning honey, I just brewed some coffee for you but I have to shoot, I forgot I had to be at work early today!" she said quickly while grabbing her bag and jacket, "I'll be home later than usual so the key will be in the letterbox, I love you have a good day at school!" before Firkle could wake up enough to reply she kissed his head and hurried out of the door.

Firkle looked around sleepily and poured himself some coffee. 7:22am the microwave read. "Only 3 minutes till Michael arrives" he sighed. He finished his coffee quickly then lit his morning cigarette while he trudged back upstairs to retrieve his bag.

By the time he slinked back downstairs Michael had arrived and was beeping his horn.

Firkle pulled his boots on and made his way to the car.

"Morning…" he mumbled as he climbed in the herse. Michael's reply was a short, low grumble in his throat.

Clearly not in a good mood.

Firkle sighed and leaned against the window with his eyes closed. He must have dosed off because the car door opening beside him startled him awake.

"Hey guys" Pete yawned, taking his seat next to Firkle.

"Hi" Firkle replied, this time Michael didn't bother.

They drove in silence until they reached school, not bringing up Henrietta's absence.

Firkle pulled out a tattered notebook once he was in class and began planning the next chapter of his mother's story. Sooner than he thought, the bell rang and the teacher started talking. Feeling like something was missing he glance up and his eyes were drawn to Ike's seat, but it was empty.

I wonder where he is…

He thought Idley before frowning and going back to his story.

The class went by quickly with no sign of the Canadian, not that Firkle cared, and he felt accomplished that he had planned the next few chapters of the book. No actual school work having been done of course.

Firkle was more bored than usual and the day flew past like a blur. Eventually it was lunch and he was walking down the corridor towards the back of the school when someone grabbed his arm, his head shot up in surprise as he was yanked into a bathroom.

He flinched expecting it to be his usual bullies but as he slowly opened his eyes he was met with the perfect teeth of a grinning Ike Broflovski.

I should have known.

"Did you miss me this morning?" he asked happily, a little too close to Firkle's face for his liking.

Firkle glared, "Of course I didn't, I was glad to have some peace for once" he spat, hoping to annoy Ike but instead received a low chuckle that made his stomach twinge.

"Well I sure missed you…" he said lowly, gently taking Firkle's hand in his.

Firkle blushed and pulled his hand away. He tried to stare angrily into Ike's eyes but instead made himself uncomfortable and had to look away.

Fuck why does he have to look at me like I'm something amazing

Ike grinned noticing that Firkle hadn't actually pushed him away for once.

"So what have you been up to today?" he asked casually, keeping his close distance.

This took Firkle by surprise.

He's really asking such a generic question? He didn't even call me some stupid fucking name for once, thank God

Firkle lied to himself about the slight disappointment he was feeling.

"Nothing as usual" he answered lamely. Ike nodded causing his black fringe to barely brush against Firkle's forehead.

He smells nice…

Firkle hated himself for it but he didn't want Ike to move away, not that he'd ever tell him that.

"Interesting…" Ike lied, "So what are you doing after school?" he asked nonchalantly.

Is it me or did he move closer?

"I don't know" he answered honestly. Trying his best to ignore Ike's piercing gaze and the heat radiating from the closeness of his skin.

"You should invite me over" he said confidently, once again a wide grin adorning his face.

"Why would I do that?" Firkle asked angrily, frowning as best he could.

Ike pretended to think for a moment, "Because we can play video games together" he smirked knowingly.

There's no way he'd know I play video games…

"Why would I do that? Video games are lame" he lied effortlessly.

Ike rose his eyebrows, "Perfect! Then I can teach you, I'm sure you'll be a natural" He grinned, "I'll walk home with you after school" he decided one sidedly.

"I never agreed" Firkle stated, crossing his arms. He instantly decided that was a mistake because now Ike's chest was in constant contact with him, he could feel the warmth through his blue t shirt.

"You don't have to agree you just have to know that we will have fun and you won't regret it" Ike smiles warmly, actually looking like he was excited to spend time with Firkle.

"I'm not giving you permission to come… but I can't help it if you follow me home" he relents, deciding there was no use in arguing.

"Yay!" Ike exclaims in glee, "It's going to be so fun! Do you have any games?" he asks excitedly, noticing the reluctant look on Firkle's face he adds with a wink, "I won't tell anyone if you do".

Firkle rolls his eyes and nods, accidentally brushing against Ike's fringe again.

"Ok I'll see you after school" Ike said quietly before swiftly pecking Firkle on the cheek and disappearing before the latter can react.

Firkle's eyes widen and his cheeks feel ablaze as he stares at the bathroom door in shock. His hand quickly moves to wipe the offending kiss from his cheek and he inspects himself in the mirror, cursing his red tint.

What the fuck was that?! How dare he! Disgusting! At least it wasn't on the lips… What would that have felt like I wonder… No! I will not think like that!

He runs the tap and scrubs his cheek clean, ignoring how fast his heart is beating in his chest.