FIRKLE
You stand up and brush yourself off, and walk down to the males restroom. Pausing, and look at the door. You gradually open it and walk in. You go to look at the damage,
A black eye, split lip, and bruised cheek, it also hurt to breath. Any rational person would go to the nurse's, but we're talking about Firkle, the kindergoth. He didn't really even care. But the damage you took was horrible. It's gunna be hard to cover this up, but you've gotten worse before. You can only hope that they don't ask questions.
You grab the make-up kit and get to work. You grab the concealer and damp your cloth into the powdered substance and start to cover the bruises on your cheek. As soon as the cloth makes contact with your face, you instantly cringe from the touch.
You stare into the mirror seeing your badly bruised cheek look semi normal looking. Then finishing the job you put more eye liner on the other eye so it looks like you purposely had both eyes look like black eyes hoping people thought he was going for a new look or something.
Hopefully the goths believe that.
You hear a pop-squeak noise and you instantly start to glare at the door.
There stood a tall silky black haired boy, he had bright blue eyes and a jacket to match. His black jeans fit his figure perfectly, and blue converse just finishes the whole outfit completely.
Ike Broflovski.
God why's he so hot.
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FanfictionAn Ike x Firkle fan-fiction. I noticed that there where only like 5 different Ike x Firkle things on wattpad. That's sad! :( so here is number 6. //WARNING\\ I am a very very slow updater I am also still in the making of a Creek book (Craig x Tweek)...
