Difficult (Complete)

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---Firkle's pov---

His eyes quickly darted to mine, when I reached up and touched his hand that was cupping my face.

Our eyes stayed locked for more than a minute. His face slowly started getting closer to mine. It was like time was going by in slow motion.

It wasn't one of those cheesy conformist things where time stops and the rest of the world didn't matter. The world did matter. Time didn't stop, it just slowed.

I stood up on my toes so I could reach him, as he leaned down slightly until our lips met. His lips were cold, but not too cold. They weren't soft, they were chapped, but I still felt myself falling into it. My eyes fluttering shut and leaning into kiss.

I found my arms snaking their way around Ike's neck, pulling him closer, as he put his arms around my waist, pulling me closer as well.

Our lips moves together, yet against each other. It wasn't a cliché scenario where our lips fit perfectly together.

In my mind, I had been waiting for this moment forever. I've always wanted to be close to him, for him to at least like me. I always thought that it would never work out, he's a popular kid, I'm a goth loser. We just don't fit. We didn't fit. Maybe we still don't...

but I'd rather stay in this ignorant bliss, for now.

For as long as I can.