---Firkle's pov---

Ike nervously rubbed the back of his neck before taking a breath and continuing, "Well, Karen told Sally about it..."

"Okay... Why does it matter?"

"She apparently liked me, and I guess she doesn't want me to like someone else."

I tilt my head slightly in confusion. What?

He shakes his head, "She's been threatening to hurt you or get some else to and I don't know what to do."

I reached over and placed my hand gently on his arm, making him look me in the eyes.

"She can't do anything. She's just threatening to spread rumors about us being fags, and I don't have a reputation to ruin..." I pause thinking for a moment, "Unless you're worried about your reputation..."

He looks me in the eyes and smiles, "No. I want to be with you. No matter what."

I let a small smile make its way across my face, "Me too."

He starts to lean towards me and I lean towards him meeting him in the middle, where our lips connected.

He brought his arms to my hips and I put my hands on his shoulders. Enjoying the sweet bliss of the soft, tender, living kiss.