It's Just High School South Park Next Gen Fic

Firkle:Words Hurt

*trigger kinda*

Firkle woke up around 6:40. He was gonna miss the bus, which for once he was looking forward to catching, especially with Michael on his back still pissed about yesterday. He quickly got ready and ran downstairs. He was running to the front door after grabbing a piece of toast when Michael's voice boomed from the living room to his left. He sighed, so close.

"We should probably talk about yesterday." He sighed, looking at the younger goth. Firkle's eyes flared in rage.

"What is there to fucking talk about? You already took away my fucking phone." Michael nodded and dulled his eyes at Firkle.

"Yeah, but still-"

"SORRY, there's the bus!"He shouted disappearing before Michael could finish. He shook his head, disappointed in the kid.

Ike was sitting at the lunch tables moving around his oatmeal as Ruby told Karen the guinea pig story, one where Stripe pooped in Craig's hat, Ike had heard it a million times. He was bored and enraged at Firkle all the while still longing to see him, to feel him, to... No, the goth had hurt him one too many times. Just when Ike had convinced himself of just that, the goth he had in mind appeared.

"Hey, c-can I sit here?" It was still early in the morning and Ike scooted over to let Firkle sit while Karen kept the two in clear sight through the corner of her eye.

"So what are you do-" Firkle turned away from Ike and looked straight at Karen, making a shaky but real smile.

"Hey, Karen... Right?" She nodded smiling as always.

"That day, you took me to the nurse... You never really asked why I refused for her to call my..." He paused for an awkward moment staring at the table. "Parents." He spit the word out harshly and Ike swallowed hard trying not to feel bad about walking out on him. Karen nodded her head slowly staring at him sympathetically.

"Uh, my dad left before I was born." His smile went shaky. "My uh..." He struggled to get the next word out. "Mom." He seemed doubtful about that word, as if he were using it wrong but still continued. "Looked pretty stressed having a messed up goth for a son," And a gay one, Ike added silently. "So when I turned twelve, I moved out and bunked in with my older friend Michael... He's really head over heels for his girl, Henrietta. It's pretty conformist, really." He got up and left without another word but if anyone were to hug him, he'd know he would cry.

Firkle was sitting down behind the loading docks staring at his lunch when Ike appeared. He smiled at him goofily. "I'm the genius, with a real dumb heart." His smile was soft but real.

"And I'm the goth with a real cute smile." Ike sat down wrapping his arms around him.

"That's a good one, you do have a real cute smile." Ike loved this dumb cute couple game, the two would come up with contradicting sentences for themselves and tell each other, whether it be dumb, cynical,funny or sad and just sit together and take whatever thoughts came to mind.

"I'm the perfectionist, who can't get it right." Firkle looked up at him, tempted to take his turn of the game but Ike's mind was elsewhere.

He sat upright and stared at Ike. "What's wtong?" Firkle, always so blunt and straight to the point Ike sighed.

"I... I have a confession to make." The goth's jaw clenched. So Ike did have something to tell him, and he had delayed it for a day.

"I'm the gay who kissed a ..." Firkle didn't need to hear the end of that sentence, the game was to make up contradicting sentences not logical ones. He buried his face in his hands. "I tried telling you yesterday before..."