Ike's POV
Right after Firkle left to the bathroom, I started cleaning up the room and organizing it so both me and Firkle will atleast be comfortable with sharing the room.
I knew that they didn't like to share almost anything really, So I just hoped that they will be fine with that.
I put a small matress onto the floor and put a pillow and a blanket on it before looking around the room, Everything seemed pretty clean, But now comes the hard part; I need to make sure mom wouldn't find out that Firkle is here. She'd probably freak out about it and overreact as usual. Yet again, I always hide things from her and she barely gets into my room. How hard can it possibly be?
I then saw that my bedroom door opened, Something that immediately snapped me out of my thoughts. But luckily for me, It was just Firkle.
It took me a few moments to realize how different they look. This was the first time that I haven't seen them with their makeup, And as I looked at them more, I noticed more and more details that I have not noticed before. Like their blonde hair, And their--
"Ike? Why are you looking at me like this?" Firkle said. I snapped out of my thoughts once again and blushed faintly out of embarrassment.
"...Sorry for that" I apologized nervously. They closed the door quietly.
"It's okay, I suppose." We both stayed there in akward silence for a long while.
"...So...I uh...Organized the room for you...Hope that's alright" I said as they looked around. "It's...Surprisingly nice in here" I heard them mumble under their breath. I let out a small sigh of relief. "Well, It's pretty late, You should rest. I will go talk to my mother so she won't be suspicious. Good night, Firk" I said with a soft smile before walking out of the room and closing the door behind me.
A.N: Sorry for taking such a long time to update!! I almost have my summer vacation so I'd be able to update more and work on my other stories! Hope you enjoyed this chapter!
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Maple Leaves (Firkle x Ike)
Storie d'amoreFirkle gets kicked out of his goths group for "Not being a real goth". Ike Broflovski, His best friend, Offers him to stay at his place at his place instead. But what happens when the two friends get too close to each other?
