---Firkle's pov---
I stood there, frozen tensely against the wall, staring at the wall across from me.
My hands were curled up in the pockets of Ike's jacket. When my hand bumps something toward the center.
I pull out a small, folded up piece of paper.
I stared at the folded up paper...
I shouldn't open it. It's not my business.
... I have to know.
---Ike's pov---
I walked away, Filmore had to go the opposite direction, while Sally and I went the other way.
Sally was lingering slowly behind me, I knew because of the slow quiet clacking of her flats.
"...It's bad news, Ike. He's bad news."
I stopped and turned around to face her, "Why do you guys keep saying that?! There's nothing wrong with him!"
Sally sighed and her hands stayed on the edge of her skirt, "You don't understand, and you won't listen."
"I'm listening now," I reasoned, leaning against some longer.
"I don't think you want to hear it... I mean, it's just... You know... I don't want... I- Are you sure?" Sally pauses and smooths out her skirt, "Are you sure you want to know?"
"Yes. I'm sure."
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FanfictionI smile at him. I know he doesn't talk much, but maybe we can be friends. "Hey dude," I say smiling at him. He glances over at me and walks away. (IkeXFirkle.)
