South Park One shots!

Firkle x Ike // Request 4 // Goth And Proud!

(late Teens with late teen Firkle)

(Happy birthday theGodofMangos  I hope all your dreams and wishes come true! you are the best, I love you! I hope you have an amazing day of happiness and don't forget to make a wish when blowing out the candles!)

Small seventeen-year-old Firkle was cold, even with his sweater and his black coat, his heart remained as dark and empty as a skull left in the forest. carelessly slaughtered but to him, it almost didn't matter. The day was decorated with special winter snow and icy air, pale daylight was the only thing winter's sun could give for its rays shrouded by clouds. The rain from last night made everything glow in the town but it was night and so lovely the night down here in south park. It was clear to Firkle that if it rained that very night, the sky would fall little snowflakes instead of icy crystals from the sky and above. It was the perfect night for staying home and cuddling something Ike preferred and something Firkle... Didn't. The soft air was almost relaxing to the goth but he was stupidly thinking of the things he could have done right on his date with a special, Canadian. Even though he did do everything right and there were no wrongs on anything on a simple date, he couldn't help but feel like he did all wrong perhaps he did yet the dark thoughts and looming over dark fantasy in which mistakes replayed through his mind.He kept in disheartening tears, a sign of weakness, goths don't cry... They smoke and gloom the pain away, gloom so hard it makes them bleed to the point in which they just lay down for a minute and peer at what the world is they created around them. Wailing thoughts in his head, crashing into his head but for the most part, he kept the dark storm swirling so they may not freeze, empty. Heaven nor hell knows it would hurt when trying to remove thoughts of his Canadian goofy smile and shiny eyes, when frozen beside a person- a conformist, Firk wasn't in the mood to feel pain anymore, the emotional pain he could deal with but physical was stronger, unfortunately, his tears made its way down, making his cheeks pale. they felt colder than his body but with a sigh, he wiped them away. It was quiet with every step he could take but like any other cliche story type that he hated, there was a sound, down the street a purring of a purring motorcycle. The small goth had paused in the middle of the path, he sniffled once and looked behind himself, looking over his shoulder to see non-other than his bad boy, Ike. once the motorcycle rolls up slowly next to Firkle, Ikesmiled wide."Firkle" he greeted with a nod, with a cherry mood that the goth couldn't ever match Firkle looks away."Piss off conformist""Woah, what's with that attitude? Didn't you like last night?" Ike asked, with a distressed look to his face, lips pouted. Firkle's eyes widened and he shook his head then flips his hair."No, I did like it!" "I.. uh... I just want coffee.." Firkle mutter quietly under his breath, he sighed looking away and that's when Ike noticed the dried up tears on his light face."You wanna.. Go to tweaks?" Ike mustered up, knowing they had that its a simpler coffee, for a simple American and with that suggestion Firkle nodded slowly."Ok... But I'm not going on... that" Firkle bickered with crossed arms, Ike scoffs with a giddy smirk."C'mon, Just one ride?"He flips his hair. "...Fine..."His motorcycle ride was a ritual. Seated behind the bad boy, the bad boy Ike would turn the key, sitting for a moment, listening to the purr of the engine once more. It was a good solid black machine that he owned himself from working. it was comfortable, a great touring model of a BMW. Then he would head for down the street, Once in a second with Firkle on board he disregarded the speed limits, going a little faster to make a rise out of his goth boyfriend, which it did, Firkle let one arm go and hit him in the back which caused a chuckle from Ike. they make it to Tweaks, sitting down in a booth next to each other. Ike with a wide chummy simper grin and held Firkles hand, kissing his head but Firkle pulled away."What's up?""Nothing conformist""You were crying, did someone say something?" Ike asked with care in his voice, his blue eyes soft and gentle on Firckle, he entwines their hands, lovingly, something Firkle could'match. "I couldn't help but think about you last night, the date was... perfect""Stop... you're going to make me blush..." mumbled the goth, looking away, flipping his hair."Heh... but you're cute when you blush" replied Ike cheekily."Shut it," Firkle said, elbowing Ike. Ike pulled away and grabbed a menu, looking at what was new or seeing what he could buy for Firkle."My Frickle Firkle~" sings Ike mischief "What did you call me??" triggered Firk asked, frowning in disgust."Nothing~" Ike teased as he glanced at the goth, he got an eye roll from his boyfriend. Ike looked back at the menu and felt Firkle lay on his shoulder. "Are you just tired?" Ike asked, flipping through the menu, he only got a slow nod."I got kicked from the goth group" mumbled Firkle. After ordering and retrieving their beverage, Firkle begins drinking his black coffee, still steamy and hot like blood pouring out a victim... NOT like the wannabe vampire sat school yet the pure black coffee didn't seem right to Ike since it's so bitter but he knows how much Firkle drinks the hot beverage all the time, not to mention smoking but it was a habit the goth couldn't break, Ike tried but he couldn't, so long as Firkle is happy, Ike was happy. That's what Ike practices."So I wasn't a problem on the date?" asked Firkle to break the silence."No? You were perfect, more than perfect actually but why did they kick you??""We should do it again...." mumbled Firkle to distract Ike which made Ike himself confused, hearing that odd phrase from the raven-haired boy. "You wish though" Firkle sarcastically said, there was a pause but a smile. "I'd like to go on one again-" Firkle goes quiet, He didn't snap out of his thoughts until Ike touched his shoulder, looking at him in concern."Are you upset because you're self-conscious?" Ike asked, now just because Ike is a bad boy almost like an American jock that doesn't mean he was dumb, he was quite smart. Top of his grades, class, school. He was perfect, had it all but he felt as if he didn't, he was happy he had Firkle since his smaller mate makes him whole, more loved."Firkle, are you ok?" asked Broflovski gentle as he can, to not upset his lover."I'm fine! Stop talking and take me home!" "I shouldn't be kicked out of my group because I date a harmonious like you!" shouted Firkle, face red of anger, flipping his hair to the side the little goth left out the coffee store with Ike following him like a loyal puppy."Firkle-" Ike tried to reach out."Save it cheap kisses, let's go back to my place. I want to put a hex on people and burn anything that's at least happy""We probably shouldn't... but... if it would make you happy!" Ike happily linked arms with Firkle and made their way to Firkle's house, they didn't wind up doing the hex but they ended up cuddled up with each other on Firkles bed, they didn't need revenge when they had each other to love on, love is stronger than hate... yet it lingers under us... the darkness..."Why?" asked Ike in the dark room, entwining his fingers with Firkles...to be continued...