---Ike's pov---

I stare at Firkle as he continues to walk away.

Why won't he just talk to me?

"Firkle!" I shout jogging after him, "Wait up!"

I smiled when he stopped and turned to me.

He stares at me as we stand there silently for a minute.

"Can I walk you home?" I ask.

A faint pink blush forms on his cheeks and he nods slightly and hesitantly.

I smile even more, his face is so cute... But not in a gay way.

We begin walking together, neither of us saying a word.

Now that I think about it, he's never said anything to me ever.

I should probably say something, right? I mean, that would be better than awkward silence.

"So... How have you been?"

He shrugs slightly and sighs. Then he looks at me as if asking about how I am.

"That's... Good, I guess. I've been pretty good recently, not much going-"

"Why do you keep talking to me?"

His voice startled me because it was weak sounding and rough, like he didn't talk for years. It was really quiet and I almost missed what he said.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

He rolls his eyes and just resumes walking.