Morning maddness

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Ike opened his eyes slowly and say up. 'Wait ohmygod' He thought looking down at the sleeping boy next to him. But the peaceful look on firkle's face was enough to convince ike to lay back down. "Hey, sleeping beauty. Wake up" the messy haired boy said gently and nudged firkle. "Mmmn... no." Was his muffled reply. Ike leaned forward and wrapped his arms around firkle. That's when firkle remembered ike had stayed over that night. Suddenly firkle was wide awake and trying to pull out of Ike's arms. "Firkle, just stay still wouldja?" Ike laughed into firkle's shoulder. The goth quit trying to fight it. "You mean you don't mind...this?" The non conformist asked. The jock smiled "nah, not at all. 'cause I like you." Firkle blushed scarlet. "What makes you think I don't mind?!" The goth was trying to hold onto whatever pride he had left. Ike felt concerned for a minute. He'd loved firkle for longer that he could say, he'd completely forgot that it was possible that he didn't return his feelings. "i'm kidding you know." Firkle sounded unamused, but there was kindness in his voice too. "We should get up now. My mom would freak if she saw us." Firkle started to sit up but ike just pulled him back down into his arms again. "Let her freak. Do you of all people really care?" Ike was teasing the brown eyed boy again, in that wonderful, yet embarrassing way. The feeling of having ike like him Barack was strange, because firkle had never had a crush on anyone and didn't expect ike to like him back. but laying there together felt nice, even though firkle's heart was racing and his mind was spinning. "What time is it?" Ike checked the watch he'd fallen asleep wearing, "it's eight fifteen-i'mlateforschool!" The conformist hurried to get out of bed and ran towards the door. "See you at school" and then he disappeared into the hallway. I role reluctantly got out of bed. "Damn school."


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