Firkle went home shortly. Firkle smiled as he walked home, he wasn't too concerned with anything. It felt great.

He was so ecstatic. Honestly, he felt so... happy... and so lame, but it didn't even matter he was so happy. He was just... wow, you know?

Maybe this finally meant that he and Ike could tell his friends- if Ike wanted to. Or maybe Ike didn't want to.

It didn't matter- Firkle was fine with being boyfriends. Even if Ike didn't want to be open to everyone about their relationship. Firkle understood, he didn't exactly want to tell the goths that he had a normie-jock boyfriend.

He wasn't sure he'd ever want to tell them.

It wasn't that he thought they would be mean to him or anything; he just thought that they'd judge him for it. He'd forever have a label attached to him because he was dating Ike.

He is dating him, though, and he's happy about it. He'd just have to give it time. Maybe he'd feel more comfortable the further they got into their relationship.

He couldn't believe he was in a relationship. Firkle pulled out his keys and unlocked his front door. He didn't see the car in the driveway, so he assumed no one was home, a per usual.

But, it would turn out that wasn't completely true.

"Oh, hello, Georgie, dear."