A/n: I know. I know. I said I would do this whole thing in Firkle's pov. But... I thought it would be better to see how Ike reacts to this. And how he got to Firkle's house so god damned fast.

Ike's POV.

After Firkle yelled at me I snapped. I yelled at him when I shouldn't of. And I was being selfish. He came from a broken home. And I was mad cuz he yelled a little bit.

Firkle was texting me.

He was saying sorry. I was still mad. I told him to go away. To leave me alone.

God I am a awful person.

I was at home sitting on my bed. Kyle was in his room with his boyfriend, Stan. It was kinda obvious those two would end up together. Just like it was obvious that Kyle was a bottom.

I mean that's what I think. That is what I hope. Oh dear god please say he is a bottom. Oh no oh no.

"Kyle! Are you a bottom? "

"What?! "

"I SAID ARE YOU A BOTTOM!? "

"WHY DO YOU WANT TO KNOW? "

"... "

"EXACTLY! "

"Don't worry Ike. He's a bottom. "

"Ha. Knew it. Thanks Stan."

"Babe. WHAT THE FUCK?"

Ok I am not apart of this.

I felt my phone vibrate on my lap. Yeah my lap. Just my lap. Not on somewhere else... Hehe... Don't judge me. You do it too, I bet.

I opened my phone and put my password which is just 1111. Every one in my family thinks I put in complex passwords. So put in a short passwords.

10 missed calls from Kindergoth boy.
1 new message from Kindergoth boy.

I opened the text box and was about to type a whole paragraph on how I was sorry. But what was there I got a hit in the face.

DEAR IKE,

I WANTED TO TELL YOU SORRY ONE LAST TIME BEFORE I GO. MY DAD JUST DID SOMETHING TO ME AND I WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW, I DONT BLAME YOU IF DONT READ THIS. I DONT BLAME YOU IF YOU FEEL HAPPY WHEN I SLICE MY WRISTS OPEN AND BLEED TO DEATH. THIS IS ALL MY DADS FAULT. HE IS THE ONE WHO BROKE ME. I GUESS I YELLED AT YOU CUZ I HAD NO OTHER WAY TO TALK. I WISH I COULD OF TOLD YOU THIS SOONER BUT I LOVE YOU. YEP SHOCKER HUH? BUT THIS ,IKE, IS MY LAST GOODBYE... I AM SORRY.

My eyes widened and I read the message again and again just to make sure I was reading it correctly. No no no. This is not right! Firkle would never turn to suicide. He was always saying that it was emo bullshit.

I put on some montage music and started my chase.
(For those who want the montage music)

I ran out of my house stealing Kyle's car and driving over to his house. O think I ran Cartman's foot over. Oops.

When I finally saw Firkle's house I jumped out of Kyle's car and ran in side.

I burst through every door I found.

Nope. Bathroom.
Nope. Empty room.
Nope. Pantry.

Till I found a old door that looks like it has been kicked down a few times. I opened the door and luckily Firkle was sitting on bed. However unluckily he had already sliced open one of his wrists.

I could feel tears running down my face as I went up to him and tore the knife from his hands.

I saw as a smile on his face dissolved as he looked at me.

"Why? Why would you do this? "

"Cuz I could"

I blinked and pulled Firkle into a hug. And this time he didn't say anything thing.