Love is... (ike x firkle)

Gothic art and evil plans

Firkle was busy painting something, but wouldn't show it to anyone. The goth was always shy with anything he worked on, and kept most of it a secret. But ike wanted to see what he was working on. Firkle didn't seem to be noticing ike over the loud music that was playing in the nearly empty school art room. Ike walked over to firkle bag and dug through it quickly. Then the football player found what he wanted, a black sketch book. The pages were torn around the edges, and some pages were stained, but the art would be fine. Ike crouched down behind a few tubs of paint and began flipping through pages of sketchy goth art. Nelson with broken wings, halos sitting crookedly on their heads. They walked through pencil drawn graveyards. Ike flipped to the next page. A simple drawing of the The goth girl firkle hung out with, Henrietta. The drawing didn't have a background but it was inked in like it had been given more thought than the other drawings. The next page had a drawing of all the goths, minus firkle himself, and plus mike. The wannabe vampire boy. They all looked happy as they smoked and drank coffee on the steps of the high school. In the bottom of the page firkle had signed his name in fancy cursive, the kind you never saw anymore. Ike imagined the goth sending him letters written in the perfect handwriting. He flipped through more pages of sketchy goth art. Then he found a hastily drawn picture of himself. It looked like firkle draw it in a hurry, but it was amazing. Ike silently mused at how attractive the goth drew him, and wondered if he was really that hot. 'I am, aren't I?' He joked in his mind. "Oh my god! What the fuck are you doing?" Firkle looked embarrassed,  and stood there with a look of disbelief. "Give. It. Back." Firkle held out his hand to take the leather book but ike insisted on flipping through as many more pages as he could. There were lots of pictures of ike, and he wondered how long firkle had liked him. 'He likes me.' Ike's heart skipped a beat at the thought. "You have a talent, you shouldn't try to hide it." Ike grabbed firkle's hand in his own for a minute, 'god, he looked so kissable. I could, I really have the opportunity' But ike decided against it. Not when the goth was so angry. But firkle's anger faded and he tried to smile. Granted he failed miserably, at least he tried. "I'm not that great, but I'm glad you like it." That was firkle, plain and blunt. Together the two boys left the art room and the school entirely. What the nonconforming boy didn't notice was that ike still had his sketch book.

An: this was a prompt online. I thought it sounded cute if one person was good at art but was shy about it. It was just an idea.