Love is... (ike x firkle)

Gym class with conformists

 Gym class was always the worst for the young goth. Aside from being absolutely horrible at all things sports related, he couldn't stop staring at the messy haired boy who excelled at the class. Firkle sat in the metal bleachers and watched the handsome boy play football. Ike was one of the most popular conformists in school. So why did firkle want him so badly. The way he did everything with such skill and enthusiasm,  it made firkle sick to his stomach. And the way the boy always played fair, but was never discouraged when he lost. Firkle wished the Conformist would notice him. "Alright kiddos,  warm ups over. Now time for push-ups and all the other things I know you all love." The sarcastic teacher always managed to ruin firkle's day. Picking partners to keep track of your numbers was the worst, the goth had no friends at all in his grade and he was always left with some smelly loser. But the dreamy blue eyes boy sprinted towards firkle with a smile. "Hey, wanna be my partner? He asked it with such a good attitude, like they had been best friends. "Why, so you can show off how much better you are? Just screw off." The goth just wasn't in the mood to be looked down on. But ike wasn't giving up. "You always seem so sad, I want to try to help you." "I don't need help, and I'm not sad." The gym teacher smacked his hands together and blew his whistle. "Push ups. As many as you can." And with that he blew the whistle again. Firkle hated this with all of his being, and he wished he'd skipped class. But ike counted aloud how many push-ups firkle was doing and knowing ike was way ahead made firkle flush with embarrassment. Watching ike's strong arms lift himself off the ground. The goth watched as ike stopped doing push-ups and leaned foreward. "What are you doing?!" Firkle nearly screamed when ike stood and pulled the smaller boy up with him. The blue eyed boy had his hand wrapped around firkle's wrist which brought the boys closer than firkle wanted to be. "Teach blew the whistle, class is over." Ike laughed. "Oh."