Difficult (Complete)

(4)

---Ike's pov---

He's cute. I'll admit it. He's adorable. Especially, when he blushes. I just want to hug him every time he blushes.

I look down at his hand. Why'd I tell him to let go of my hand?

... Probably because you don't want you girlfriend to see you holding hands with... What's his name?

"Hey... Uh, dude," I say. He turns his head towards me. He still has a faint pink blush on his cheeks.

"What," he says more than asks.

"What's your name?" I ask him. He stares at me for a second. I look at him. His eyes looked hurt, but he shook his head.

"I can guess that you're trying to be nice, but in all honesty, do you really care what my name is? It's not like you want to be friends with me."

I stare at him. I stop walking, he stops walking. We both just stare at each other.

---Firkle's pov---

NOOO! Why am I acting like a jerk? I want him to like me, yet here I am being a complete dick.

No. No, I don't like a stupid conformist. Nor do I want him to like me.

THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NO LIKING OF ANY SORT GOING ON BETWEEN US.

"And if I do want to be friends with you?" Ike finally says.

I tilt my head slightly. I feel a blush creep into my face, "You don't."

Ike takes a step towards me, "I do," he says.

I shake my head and take a step back, "I-I have to go... Somewhere that isn't here."

I run away.