It's Just High School South Park Next Gen Fic

Ike: Goddamn it

Ike's living room was neat as always. Firkle was leaning back into the couch pouting. His arm far away from him. Ike poked him.

"I love you."

"If you love me let me go."

"GOoooooo!"

"GODDAMN IT CONFORMIST THAT WAS ONLY ONE TIME!" Ike finally allowed himself to smile.

"Yeah, I thought, Panic! At the Disco was more of an emo band." Firkle's face felt hot.

"It's Spotify! Not like I can control it... Shut up!"

"Well, Spotify doesn't force you to sing along Firkle." He smiled. The goth growled. Ike ignored it and laughed. "please I love-"

"NO."

"But it's just a sketchbook. Come on, let me see it!" He begged. The goth cringed at his whiny voice. How long could Ike keep this up? Who was he kidding, Ike could probably do this all day and call it productive.

"No, I rather stick razor blades in my fucking eyeballs, than-"

"But I love your eyes. And I'd love to see what's in your sketchbook. And you know, I love you!"

"If you loved me, you would've let me go to the cemetery with the goths. Leo's even dragging Michael and the others.... It's a once in a lifetime thing. Like a free fucking Nine Inch Nail concert that lasts all night."

"Leo... Yeah, about him..." His blue eyes darted nervously around the room. He couldn't handle eye contact, admitting Ike was jealous was a pain in the ass. Ike didn't do jealousy, he got everything he ever wanted, for God's sake he was everything he wanted to be, no one compared, so why did he feel so small compared to this new dumb goth kid.

Had Shelly Marsh's torment actually made a dent in him? This Leo kid was goth, he probably could draw he was definitely a one-way gay (who had absolutely no interest in the female population)and even Ike hated to admit, he was pretty damn cute.

"What about Leo? Feeling a little upset now that I have my own group of friends? Oh, and by the way muscle man, your mom's been watching our every single move for the last forty-five minutes... Right, Mrs. Broflovski!"

Ike let out a tired sigh. "Mom! Can you please-"

"Oh, Zaydeh, I'm just baking you two cookies. Don't mind me!"

"Cookies? She's not even being original... I haven't decided if I hate or love your mom yet. She was kind of a bitch when I came over the last time."

"Firkle! Don't call my mother a-"

"Oh, aren't you the one for freedom of speech? Come on let me say it."

"No, you are not making that reference. I hardly got any screen time."

"Weeell!"

"Shut up. She'll hear you."

"Ike's mom is a-"

"Goddamn it! Shut up Firkle!"

"Oh... Ike's a potty mouth." He smiled shyly.

"You made me say it..." Firkle sighed laying his head on Ike's lap.

"No, I like it... makes you seem more human. Less perfect, more corrupt. It's... Cute?" He leaned down forward a bit to look at Firkle, it always surprised him how small and skinny he was compared to him, especially with his light head digging into his thigh.

"What, cursing like a heathen is cute? Saying God damn it?"

"Yeah, totally. Keep talking dirty. My insides are burning."

"Now you're just being disgusting."

"Ah, come on say god damn it again."

"No, it's against my religion." Firkle gave a sudden short laugh.

"Yeah and I guess God says thou shall not swear like a heathen but thou can lie next to the same-sex all thou wants. Right? Or some crap like that?" He gave a short awkward chuckle that quickly died. No one spoke for a long time and the small smile from Firkle's mouth vanished as his own words sunk in.

"Come on don't get all sour on me like that. We were having fun just five seconds ago."

"You're the asshole who brought up the fact that I'm going to hell and dragging you with me!" Ike let out a tired sigh but Firkle's eyes stayed fixated on the ceiling. What was up there anyway?

"You seriously should've just stayed with bitch Flora and forgotten me. That way you could lose your V card and gone to heaven."

"Firkle, we don't believe in hell... Well, not a Christian hell. It's actually quite-"

"Shut up."

"Okay fair enough. My elaborate concoctions or construe of explanations are quite dense."

"Ike, English."

"Sorry. But why would I do that If it means I have to forget you? Have you been drinking too much coffee? Like I'm going to just forget two, no three years of us finally being us instead of Ike and Firkle, awkward friends. Come on, that's too heartbreaking. Besides, I don't forget anymore. Memories are precious. Even if we get married and you divorce me taking more than half my estate I wouldn't forget. Are you sure you don't want to talk about the Flora incident."

"I won. I don't give a shit..." Firkle leaned further into the couch relaxing his body. His boyfriend smiled a little relieved they didn't have to talk about another dumb mistake of his. Then, as usual, the goth exploded. "It's just... SO STUPID!" He sat up so fast his head felt dizzy. Why was he getting so upset? Flora was obviously just some dumb sex object, at that moment, so why? What came out of his mouth next shocked the both of them.

"You don't believe in hell. So why don't you fuck up as much as I do?"

His hands slithered around his waist as he brought him into a tight hug.

"Stop. Please, let's drop it. You're perfect, I'm tired of having this conversation."

"I mean, what is there for me to believe in. If not you?" The two were still in a hugging position, Ike's chest pressed against Firkle as he sat on his lap and Ike's arms wrapped around his torso. He leaned in close and planted a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Goddamn it." The whisper was raspy and a soft chuckle left Ike as he pulled away pleased that Firkle was smiling again.

"You piss me off." He scoffed softly, Ike smiled bigger.

"Cool, every time my boyfriend sees me, he uses his-"

The goth's face flared up. "Shut up."