"Lipstick claims things." The words from Henrietta clouded Firkle's mind as he finally made his move. As the goth grabbed Ike Broflovski by the shirt, he whispered one thing. "Mine." Then, they kissed. Firkle's purple lips stained Ike's, and Firkle broke away proud. He had just claimed Ike Broflovski, a boy he'd ha...
Firkle's family kicked him out He's not sure how the goths feel about him Will Firkle fake being a conformist or stay his true self as a goth? (Ike and Firkle 9th. Michael and Henrietta 12th. Pete 11th.) This was my first fanfic, I might rewrite it in the future
This is based on how i think most characters would text/type to eachother and the tone thy would have! Enjoy! -doyin 1# In chatbox. Noted: 4/11/22. (April 11, 2022) 7# In style. Noted: 4/21/22. (April 21, 2022)