Ike nearly floored it all the way to his house, his teenage, hormone-driven urges were definitely in near complete control.

Once they arrived at Ike's house, Firkle felt his panic rise. He was already a little nervous (even though he'd never admit it) about going over to Ike's house- because that could mean just about anything, but meeting Ike's family? His fiery older brother? His crazy protective mother? His dad who would a hundred percent look Firkle over and want him dead?

Firkle didn't want to meet any of them- not right now while he was so unsure of himself and his relationship with Ike.

Ike seemed oblivious to whatever Firkle was thinking as he rushed inside, Firkle following timidly behind him. Firkle reaches forward to grab Ike's hand, to help himself calm down, but he doubted that Ike would want to hold his hand. If he wanted to hold his hand he'd already be holding it.

Firkle stayed fairly behind Ike as he followed him upstairs, walking slowly behind him as Ike continued to hurry excitedly. Firkle could hear music playing through the wall of one of the rooms he walked by.

Then Ike opened what Firkle assumed was his bedroom door and Firkle followed him in, as Ike closed the door behind him.

Firkle looked around the mainly blue room and sighed. "What do you want to do?" He asked, unsure of what Ike was even feeling.

Ike blushed pink at the question, it hadn't occurred to him that Firkle didn't want to fool around- and if he did, Ike had never asked. How could he have been so rude to Firkle?

Firkle has drawn closer to Ike who seemed rather lost in his own mind. Maybe he was doubting having Firkle over again. Firkle was going to make him certain he wanted Firkle. Firkle put his hands on Ike's chest, instantly regaining his attention and then some. Firkle slid his hands up Ike's chest.

"What do you want to do again?"