Love is... (ike x firkle)

Dance with the dead

Ike pulled firkle off of his bed. Ike's parents were visiting his both the in collage so the boys had stayed at his house for the day.  "Come on. Dance with me." Ike couldn't help but wonder what the goth had against dancing. Of course he didn't like fast pace party dancing, but slow dancing was easy, and ike had seen some of firkle's goth friends dance before. "I don't dance. Ever." He glared with such intensity it made the prep nervous. "Come on dude, just one dance. It's just me." He sat one hand on the goth's hips and used the remote to turn on a slow song, it was sad, and kind of goth. "Follow my lead, ok?" ike led firkle around in a circle, laughing as firkle clung to him and stared down at there feet. Firkle seemed to get the hang of it after a few minutes. Firkle kept a scowl on his face but ike could tell he was having fun. Ike experimentally twirled the goth, earning a gasp and a kick in the shin. Ike rested his chin on top of the brown eyed boy's head and closed his eyes. The song changed but they kept dancing. To be honest firkle was getting dizzy, but he didn't want to stop. "I'm getting dizzy, ike." "Maybe we should stop." Ike stopped leading the goth around. "thanks, for making me dance I mean. It was fun." Ike mentally cheered for himself. The hardest part about loving a goth was he could never tell if firkle was happy or not. Now he knew. Maybe firkle was a mind reader, or maybe he was just good at sensing emotions. "You do make me happy you know." The goth blushed really hard and tried to cover what he had said. "I mean, for a conformist, you're not so bad!" He tried to sound bitter, but ike knew better. A pop song came up on the blue eyed boys ipod. "Now let's dance to this!" He exclaimed happily. "Dear lord satan, help me now."

An; sorry it took so long to update.