Difficult (Complete)

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---Firkle's pov---

I blink and realize I'm yelling at the guy I like.

What the hell is wrong with me!? I keep on acting like a dick!

I look at him and he's just giving me a look.

"You could've just said so, dude. No need to yell," Ike says calmly.

Now, I probably made him mad at me! What am I going to do?! He probably thinks I'm an ass! I am an ass!

"Are... are you crying?" He asks looking concerned and stepping towards me.

I reach up and feel the warm tears slipping down my face. Great. Now I'm crying over nothing in front of him.

He reaches out towards me, but I back away and start to wipe viciously at my eyes.

"N-No! I'm not cr-crying," I stutter out.

I hear him chuckle, "It's okay, Firkle."

He then wraps his arms around me and pulls me towards him.

I feel my face heat up ten times more, almost like it's on fire.

I grip onto his sweatshirt and feel a few tears drip from my eyes.

"I'm s-sorry," I say quietly.

He pats my hair, "It's okay," I feel him chuckle.

---Ike's pov---

I feel his arms snake up my back, holding onto the back of my sweatshirt.

He's too cute.