Difficult (Complete)

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---Ike's pov---

I dragged Firkle away. I don't know what came over me, I just... I didn't want to see anyone touch Firkle.

"Ike...? Where are we going?" I hear him ask. He sounds worried, yet relieved.

"Oh... I don't know," I say stopping and turning to him.

He has a blush across his face when I look at him.

We stayed silent for a minute.

"So, uh, what was that about?" I ask not wanting to stay in awkward silence.

Firkle looks nervous and scared for a minute, before looking at the ground.

"I...uh... Thanks. Um... Y-You didn't have to," he says looking back up at me before looking at the ground again.

I nod, I didn't have to... but I feel like I did, "You're welcome."

I stop and turn to him, "You didn't answer my question."

"What question?" he says.

"What was that whole scene about. With Fillmore," I say, he averts his eyes from me.

"Nothing."

"Okay...I don't believe that," I say.

He looks me in the eyes, we don't say anything for those few seconds, then he looks away and sighs.

"I can't tell you, okay," he says putting his hands in his pockets, "I just can't."

"F-"

"BUTT OUT! IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!" He screams at me, his face flushing slightly.