The shorter boy didn't know anything about love so he went to the only person he could trust not to laugh at him. Henrietta. The goth girl had had boyfriends in the past and seemed comfortable talking about feelings. She at least had to be better than micheal or pete. Firkle sat at the edge of her bed and told her exactly how he felt. It felt strange to admit to his feelings and part of him expected his friend to laugh. But she didn't. "Ah, I think he likes you." She said while painting her nails a deep black. "No he doesn't." The goth boy thought about the preppy boys smile and laugh. "He would never even think of me like that." But more than anything he wished it was possible. He wished he had the nerve to say anything. To just say something at all. Henrietta seemed to notice that he was lost in thought because she didn't pry at him to keep talking. That was the thing about her, she could be so caring when she wanted to be. The two of them sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes. "I think I'll talk to him. A little." Firkle sounded bitter about admitting it but Henrietta seemed happy enough with this response. "Be sure to keep me updated or whatever." The older goth said as firkle walked out of the room.
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Love is... (ike x firkle)
RomanceI wish I could hate you. But I cant. I love you, and I need you here with me. Firkle has always been cold, unwelcoming and antisocial. But he develops an unwanted crush on his classmate ike. The goth pushes away the feelings and ignores ike as much...
