---Ike's pov---

Firkle started blushing.

He's so cute sometimes.

He taps me on the shoulder again, trying to regain my attention.

"Answer me," he says again.

I stare at him, then look away, "Uh... Well, you see, I was kind of worried about you when you didn't show up today..."

I look at Firkle and see his face is tinted red again.

I smile at him and he gives me a small, brief, shy smile.

We sit there in silence for a second, but it's not awkward.

"So, why'd you stay home?" I ask.

He shrugs, again like he did when he answered the door.

I look down and realize he's still in that baggy shirt.

"We're you sleeping?" I ask.

He nods, his face getting red as he tries to pull his shirt down a little more.

"It's cute," I say, "The shirt."

He blushed more, "Thanks."

I smiled.

Then, I remembered how close I was to Firkle, and that maybe - just maybe - I could be making him uncomfortable.

"Oh! Uh..." I start to move away from him, but suddenly he grabs onto the front of my shirt.

I look at him with a confused look, but he starts blushing.