---Firkle's pov---

I stare at Ikes face as he lets out a small breath.

It's nice that he's sleeping, but really? I could've had things to do.

I don't, well, didn't, but that's not the point.

What if my parents get home? How am I supposed to explain this?

That is if they even notice, which I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't.

I would wake him up, but he looks so peaceful when he's sleeping.

I let out a short giving up sigh.

Why did he have to fall asleep?

I shake his shoulder slightly, "Ike..." He doesn't wake up at all.

I sigh and lean slightly closer to his face, "Ike."

I shake his shoulder more, still nothing.

I lean even closer to him my lips slightly touching his, "Ike," I whisper against his.

He opens his eyes slowly before falling backwards off the couch.

I smile at him as he looks at me and laughs.

"Is that how you normally wake people up?" He asks.

I shake my head, continuing to smile at him.

He stretches slightly, "What time is it?"

I shrug.

"Anyway, I should head home..."

I nod slightly.

He smiles and gets up kissing on my forehead, then leaving.