Ike rushes furiously over to Tricia's house ready to burst with the excitement he felt. He was absolutely swooning- god, how he hated that word, it was so pretentious, but he couldn't deny it: he was swooning madly.

When he got to Tricia's house, he knocked on the door excitedly, thrilled and wanting to gush.

Instead of his red-headed friend, her older brother, Craig opened the door. He looked angry, not too dissimilar to Ruby's near constant resting bitch face.

"What the fuck do you want?"

"Is Tricia here?" Ike asked excitedly.

"No." Craig does close the door as Ike turns to go see if she's maybe at Karen's when Craig says, "You might want to look in a mirror sometime," with a barely constrained chuckle.

Ike got in his car again and looked in the rear view mirror and flushed at the black smudges on his lips. He was half-tempted to leave it on, as a sign that they were now together.

Well, sort of.

Okay, so they didn't really talk about it. They both liked each other, but they didn't exactly get together.

What if Firkle didn't want to come out with him, or let everyone know he's dating a "preppy."

He did act weird when he heard Michael's truck, like he didn't want to be seen with Ike. Perhaps this was supposed to be a secret.

Okay. That's fine. Ike wipes off the lipstick onto his sleeve. He can keep this a secret as long as Firkle kisses him again.

Ike smiled to himself.