---Ike's pov---

That's it. I'm going over to his house after schooling and checking up on him.

What if he was just sick? He was probably just sick. But what if I annoyed him and he didn't want to deal with me so he didn't come to school?

Ugh! I'm overthinking this. I just need to stay calm and wait until class is over.

I glare angrily at the clock wishing that time would magically speed up and class would end here and now.

But of course not.

If anything, it seemed to take even longer for class to end than usual.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the bell rang and I bolted out of the classroom.

Heading straight to my locker, before sitting through my books and finding the ones I needed and the ones I didn't.

Grabbed my book bag, slung it over my shoulder and practically ran out of the building.

I ran until I made it to his house, then I knocked.

I waited, then knocked again.

As I was about to knock for the third time the door opened.

There stood Firkle, in a too big t-shirt and messy bed-head.

I felt my face heat up a little bit, "W-Why weren't you at school?"

He stares at me. Then shrugs.