Difficult (Complete)

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---Firkle's pov---

Couldn't focus...? What was he thinking about?

"Oh... What were you thinking about? ...It's not like I care, though," I quickly add.

He doesn't say anything, he just continues to hug me.

What the hell? Why is he even hugging me? Do I even care? No. I don't. I like it.

"Hey, Ike," I say trying to draw his attention.

"Hm...?"

I sigh, "What we're you doing looking for me?"

"I don't know. I just decided to look for you... Probably because you're cute," he says sounding like he wasn't thinking.

I feel my face heat up, "You came to find me... Because I'm cute?" I ask hesitantly.

He's said it before...but it's still embarrassing. Cute? Why would he think I'm cute...?

"Yeah, probably... I thought you'd just be at your house, but you weren't there. So, I checked multiple other places until I finally came here."

"You sound like a stalker," I laugh.

He finally pulls away from the hug that lasted too long, and he smiles and then looks at me.

"Firkle?" He asks. I tilt my head to the side slightly, "Were you crying?"

He suddenly cups half my face running his thumb over the tear stains on my face that I forgot about.

I feel my eyes go wide, "No! I wasn't! Why would I cry?" I say trying to pull away from him, but he grabs my waist with his other hand.

I look at his blue eyes as then study the trails on my face, I reach up and grab his hand that cupping my face and his eyes dart to mine.