Secrets // Firkle X Ike

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A/n: Somehow this is my fastest growing book of mine (besides Bratters wich I update occasionally, but i plan to get a few chapters of it out today) and I want to thank you for reading this garbage!

-Previously -

"What have I done? He was my father! No, I shouldn't be sad. He abused me for being a goth. I just can't believe any of this, fang!" I vent as Fang crawls around the bed.

//firkles POV//

I decide I should call Ike and tell him about it. I sit silently while the phone rings. He answers after the third ring.

"Yes Firkle?" He asks.

" I-ike, I just killed my father. I don't know why, but I did! " I exclaimed. He hesitated before speaking again.

"Oh my god. I'll be right over honey." He rushed his words and hung up . Did he really just call me honey? I don't know how to feel about that. A few minutes later Ike is in my room with me.

"Tell me everything. Leave out no details. I can help you." He said. I picked Fang up from the bed and held him while I explained everything .

"My dad wanted a perfect child, a kid who was quote on quote, Normal. I guess i didn't live up to his expectations. While my mom wasn't home he'd be horrible. Part of the reason why I wear long sleeves and pants is because I have scars from him. Then, when my mom would get home, he'd be super nice. I've told my mom, I've told the counselor, but no-one believed me. I just couldn't live with it anymore i guess." I explained and pet Fang.

" Uh-huh.. D-does the spider bite? I-i hate spiders... " Ike asked, scooting father away from me.

"No, he's nice." I say. Ike holds his hand out and Fang crawls into ikes hand . Ike jumped slightly when Fang put his first leg on his hand.

"Ok, well besides the spider, it seems you and your dad have some issues. And now that he's dead, there isn't very much to do about it, but I believe you. When your mom gets home, we'll talk to her about it, ok?" Ike says, stroking Fang down his back.

"Ok." I reply. Suddenly, I get a great idea for a poem. I take my notepad off my nightstand and flip to the first blank page. I write it down quickly to get it out of my system.

"What's that?" Ike asks, looking at the black notepad I was holding.

"Umm.. Nothing." I lie, shutting it quickly.

"C'mon tell me!" He says, letting Fang crawl up his arm.

" Ugh. It's just my poems I write. " I sigh.

"Can I read them?" He asks. By now Fang was crawling into his pocket.

" Fine. " I say and hand him the notepad. He flips through it, reading each one.

"These are good!" He says and hands it back.

" Yeah whatever. " I sigh and place it back where it was.

"No, seriously! You could become a poet!" Ike exclaimed. He looked serious. That made me think that I'll be the next Edgar Allan Poe. That'd be cool.

"Yeah.." I say . I get lost in thoughts of me becoming famous. Then there's the bad side. All different types of people are going to read them. Posers, conformists, douchey vampire kids. I think I like keeping them to myself better.

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Ok now that I finished this chapter I really need to finish my other stories before people think I abandoned them.

Also, to add to my collection of crappy stroies, I'm coming out with a bunch of new ones!

- Terillip (Terrance x Phillip)
- Cryde (Craig x Clyde)
- Creek (even though I hate this ship, I know people love it and it's getting me reads so why not lol)
-Dip (Damien x pip)
- Furry Girl (original story kinda? Like it's not based off of anything like a show. Idk.)

I hate that I make so many stories. I also might make a Red x Wendy because their perfect together but no-one ships it for some reason like bruh it's a match made in heaven how do you not ship it??? Rendy needs some love people! I haven't seen one piece of them together except when I drew them together and now I'm really mad. Ok cya later alligators