It's Just High School South Park Next Gen Fic

Firkle: Whistling Willie's Pizza(Palooza)

Firkle spent his Saturdays in his bed, Well, not necessarily his bed, but what had now become his bed since he was twelve. The room was just a spare Michael had, he planned on letting a roommate live here so he could pay rent easier (he hated mooching off his conformist parents), but Firkle needed it and ever since Michael's step-dad had invested in Adblocker + Michael, and his family were basically rich. So when Michael's parents kicked him out at fifteen (Firkle being 12), they promptly bought him a house. They said just because he wasn't allowed to live with them hadn't meant that they didn't love him or expect him to die on the streets, he just needed to learn responsibility (which Firkle didn't understand since his parents paid the mortgage for him every month) Firkle didn't necessarily do anything with his Saturdays, except really miss Ike.

Karen was staring at Firkle again. Ike's eye twitched, the only reason he agreed to 'hang out' with Firkle and Karen who insisted that Ruby come along, on a Saturday afternoon was, because he thought he could have a slight chance to be alone with the goth. Sadly, Karen's eyes never left Firkle as she took in every feature. Ike couldn't blame her though, he loved his curved to a point nose, slim hips, flat but not necessarily unmuscled chest. His skin was a shade just paler than pink and his eyes were a black that Ike could spend eternity-- "Pizza?" He shook his head.

"Uh, wh-whaat?" Karen smiled bigger.

"Pizza? Firkle and I vote on Whistling Willie's Pizza palooza, but if you're not cool with that, we can eat somewhere else." Ike forced a smile.

"No, it's cool. I love Whistling Willie's Pizza Pla-Palooza." Saying the new name of his favorite childhood pizzeria made Ike a little depressed, why did Yelpers ruin everything? He really wished for once that Ruby was here, that she would pat him on the back and laugh make some crappy joke. Still, he couldn't change the fact that Ruby had mysteriously decided to stay home, no excuse just gave him a flat firm "No. N-O."

"You have pretty eyes." She laughed. Firkle's mouth twitched almost on the verge of a smile but only Ike knew that he was irritated, not happy.

The pizza parlor was huge, it was two stories, the top floor only consisted of tables and arcade games while the first floor had the kitchen, more tables, more arcade games, and the counter where you turned in your tickets for prizes and bought tokens. It was stupid how still with all the renovations in South Park this was STILL the only place you could get pizza, there was STILL no fucking Pizza Hut.

Firkle sat next to Karen and Ike sat across from them, the conformist immediately tried hiding his blush when Firkle made eye contact. He really hated how well Karen's plan had worked. Her notes obviously failed because of Ike's sabotage but that didn't matter to Firkle, he was out for blood. Firkle had started hanging out with Karen more and Karen had really taken a liking to Ruby who she thought was funny. Now Ike was the only one who felt left out, mainly because it was awkward to see his ex. But that wasn't the problem. He clearly didn't want Firkle to be his ex, he wanted to get back together.

Ike's head went down, it was the first real sign that Firkle registered as Ike's pain. He bit his lip as Karen went on about how she had never been to Disneyland before. Who fucking cared? Karen was the type of person to talk, talk, talk, talk; she was like Ike in that aspect but unlike Ike when Firkle talked she didn't stop everything to listen, he didn't mean the world to her. Firkle was just another guy, another boyfriend on the long list of Karen McCormick's list of has been's. His eyes directed back to Ike, his forehead plastered onto the table. It was some dumb argument that had pushed Firkle so far. His depression pushing him further. At this point he wanted normalcy again, he'd do anything for it, all he wanted from Ike was a simple apology. A sign that he was trying like Firkle was. "I just really wished you apologized." Ike looked up immediately his eyes filled with shock, fear, but mostly realization. Karen gave him a weird look. The goth cursed at his slip up, that was supposed to stay in his mind. "Uh, apologize for making me your third wheel... That's all. Right, IKE." Said Canadian was sitting up in the booth straightening out his shirt.

"Uh, yeah. Here, Karen, I'm gonna use the bathroom real quick... Firkle, the stalls don't lock, can you be you know, my lookout?" It was obvious she wanted to protest but the two boys were already walking away by the time she was able to process their words.

Firkle looked under the stalls, no one was in here. Then he looked at Ike who quickly pinned him against the wall. "You want to get back together?" Firkle was already red in the face, he didn't need the conformist to make it worse, especially since he was talking in that smooth ass voice of his. The closeness of Ike's face and the familiarity of his breath and hands placed gently on his hips made Firkle want to say 'yes'. Say he wanted to get back together without another word of discussion, without talking about why they had broken up in the first place but still they needed to talk. They had been broken up for at least three weeks.

"Ye-" Ike didn't let him finish his sentence, his hands began to wander and he began kiss him. Firkle didn't want to talk, he liked being this way, silent but passionate, it made him feel something, still, when Ike finally broke away because he needed dumb air, Firkle put his hand in front of his face to avoid the next kiss. "We should talk first."

"Oh."

"Yeah, cool-aid man. Now let's talk." Ike stepped back and sat on the counter next to the sink.

"I don't want to be out, yet... My mom knows, she checks my phone at the end of every month..." Firkle could feel the tips of his ears turning red.

"YOUR FUCKING MOM KNOWS ABOUT MEEEEE????" Ike smiled pulling Firkle onto the counter next to him.

"Well, yeah. She's not exactly... Happy, about it. But-"

"And you're afraid of judgment from a bunch of dumb conformist strangers???" Ike swallowed hard, Firkle was redder than he could have ever been before. He didn't know if it was more because of embarrassment or rage.

"I don't want to be known as the gay kid. I want to be known as the smart sophisticated athletic cool guy... I know it sounds HORRIBLE. But, I can't take it if people start looking at me differently just because I love-" The room grew quiet. Firkle looked away awkwardly and Ike coughed into his hand. Was Ike really going to say that he loved him? Firkle could count his heartbeats. FUCK, NOT GOOD. He'd burst into oblivion and Ike would have to admit he was gay at his funeral. "I do..." He whispered still not looking at the goth. He did smile this time, and Ike smiled bigger still he didn't kiss or hug him. That would ruin the moment he thought. Firkle counted the seconds of silence as they sat there. "We can stay this way... A secret... But, I'm not going to spend all of high school being Ike's secret boyfriend. When you're done caring about other people's shit... I expect a formal decree." Ike smiled hugging him.

"Yeah, don't worry. I'll make it news for the entire school to know for centuries. We should probably go, Karen's waiting." Firkle's heart immediately dropped, the beating slowed to an impatient one beat per second. Karen, he really wished he hadn't led her on to get Ike's attention. He didn't mind her, she was sweet and caring but she was not a person you dated and definitely not Firkle's type.