Difficult (Complete)

(13)

---Ike's pov---

Firkle and I go upstairs to my room. I'm so excited that Firkle wanted to come over.

I sat down on my bed and Firkle sat down next to me, pulling his knees to his chest.

I glanced over at him, "So, whatcha want to do?"

He looked at me, his hair swiping across his face, "I don't know."

"Uh... How have you been?" I ask awkwardly.

"Fan-fucking-tastic," he says rolling his eyes and looking away form me, "What about you?"

"Good, I guess... Want to play video games?"

"No," He glances at me, "...but I'll watch if you want to..." he mumbles.

I smile, "Okay."

At least he's trying to get along with me...right?

---Firkle's pov---

I'm being such an asshole! Again! Can't I just be nice for 10 fucking seconds?!

I look at the screen and see that Ike decided to play Call of Duty.

Such a conformist choice.

I glance at him and he looks really concentrated.

It's kind of cute...

My thoughts are interrupted by a phone ringing. Obviously, it's his phone. Why would anyone be calling me?

He pauses his game and answers the phone, "Hey Karen."

Pause.

"I totally forgot! I'm so-....No, no, I'm not busy. I can meet you there... Yeah, bye."

He hangs up the phone and stands up, I stand up too.

He starts to walk downstairs, and I follow him. He walks out and he doesn't seem to notice that I'm even there.

I stop at the end of the steps and he stops too.

"What are you stopping for?" he asked turning to me.

"I'm waiting for you to go."

"I'm walking you home."