---Firkle's pov---

I stayed in bed all day. I wasn't going to go to school, and it wasn't like my parents cared.

I sat up after sleeping until noon. I got up and went downstairs to get something to eat.

I got to the kitchen and got a bowl of cereal.

I sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. I didn't care what was on, I just needed background noise.

I ate my fruit loops and watched Criminal minds, trying to distract myself.

While thinking, I hear a knock at the door.

I sigh and decide to ignore it, but that person was pretty damn persistent.

I grumbled, and got up and opened the door.

There stood the one and only Ike.

I stared at him with a confused expression, but he looked at me and his face got red.

Then, I remembered that I was only wearing a too-big shirt and a pair of boxers.

I blushed and tried to pull the front of the shirt down, staring at him.

"W-What do you want?" I try to ask coldly, but my voice comes out shaky.

"I-I came to talk to you..." he says, staring at my legs. It made me uncomfortable.

"Stop staring," I said and his head shot up to look at my face. The blush more prominent on both our faces.

I moved to the side and motioned for him to come in.

He walked in and sat on the couch.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" I asked sitting next to him, and crossing my arms.