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Chapter 1

I ,Tweek Tweak, am a screw up. I can't do anything right. I quietly sigh into my pillow. My arm twitches as I pull on the lamp cord. Rolling to my side, I remember the day's events. Today I had a double shift at my parents' coffee shop right after school. Serving tables and booths is hard as it is. . . Try not to twitch and spazz so you don't drop the coffee. And just my luck I dropped 3 cups and one cup just happened to drop on my crush, Craig Tucker. Yes I like Craig Tucker. . . since the 7th grade so about 4 years. Yes I'm gay. And no I have not talked to him. . . in a while. Simply because 1) I'm scared of him slightly 2) I'm only "That Twitchy Blonde kid that has me for some classes" to him and 3) what if he hates me for being gay and liking him? He could beat my scrawny ass?! Beside why would someone like him like me? He seems like he has his life together and even if life throws shit his way he just keeps a straight face and flips off everything. And compared to me, he seems . . . I don't know how to explain whole. I try to shake off my blush and muffle a scream. I'm a complete idiot. I remember Craig's face as I dropped to cup. He showed no expression or so it seemed to Clyde and Token. Maybe I was seeing things, but I could've sworn i saw some pity in his shiny cobalt eyes. Nah it was probably my imagination beside why would he feel pity for me? I couldn't help but feel confused. Why? The though stayed with me as I slowly fell into a dreamless sleep.

School. Prison. Aren't they both the same? Teachers don't believe I can do anything, students think I'm mental not like I can blame then. I don't have much friends. I used to hang out with Craig's gang but we haven't talked in years. But I've gotten close to Pip and Butters. I think it's funny how most of the blondes started hanging out. I stare blankly at the board. Some lesson I already learned by myself was being explain by some lazy teacher who probably think we can't do anything. I finish the classwork for the day and pull out my iPod. As if it was a message from God, "Thinking of You" by The Maine came on. Dammit, why do you have to come to mind? I lay my head on the desk letting the lyrics sink in.

But you still haven't changed your mind
So I sat and sang along
I was singing along
I've been thinking of you-ooo

I feel a slight tap on my shoulder. I turn my head to be greeted by Pip. He smiles as he passes me a note. I give him a concerned look. Who would write me note? I mean Pip sits next to me so that's pointless. I guess Pip saw my confusion and points to the corner of the room. There i spot a familiar navy chullo. Funny how everyone changed their hat styles but Craig really likes blue chullos. I mean even Kyle got a haircut and a new green baseball cap and his usual green hat. I laugh at the though of hats cause think about it we're 10th graders and we hardly changed styles. What was i going to do... Oh yeah the note! I open the note carefully. I couldn't believe what i read.

Tweek-

Meet me behind the gym at lunch. Bring food (since Coffee is a given)

-Craig

God could his writing be more horrible? Why does he want to hang out with me? Let alone eat lunch with me?! Oh god the pressure?! (dammit just when i was sounding normal) I stare at the wall next to me. Lunch seems so far. I could feel my heart pound as my 4th period slowly ended. Grabbing my portable coffee cup I walk to the gym twitching the whole way there. Sipping my coffee i sit with my back against the gym watching couples sneak by to have a quick make out session. "Maybe he won't show" i say out loud. Maybe I am mental 'cause who the hell talks to themselves? You, that's who. Ok so? Wait this isn't helping me. Whatever. Plugging my earbuds in i blast "Weightless" by All Time Low and softly sing.

Manage me, I'm a mess
Turn a page, I'm a book half unread
I wanna be laughed at, laughed with just because
I wanna feel weightless and that should be enough

I feel a hand mess up my blonde hair. I look to see Craig patting my head. I could help but blush. He crouched down next to be. There was a heavy silence. Fuck now what? Craig's first to break the silence.

"So you like All Time Low?" He grabs my Ipod. My hand twitches when his hand rubbed against mine. "Oh what's this?" he says as the song changes to "Stomach Tied in Knots" by Sleeping with Sirens. He smirks. "What a perfect song for this moment..." he mutters. I sip my coffee hoping it would calm myself. "Oh yeah. Here.." Craig hands me a little bag of cookies. I looked at him confused. "Oh Ruby make some and wanted you to have some." A look of sudden realization crossed my face.

"Ruby?! I miss her!" I smile at Craig. He looks caught off guard at my remark. "Hey, how's Stripe doing?" I ask.

"You . . .you remember him?" Craig looked shocked. He laughs. He has a nice laugh, it's the type that makes you smile. "He's fine. He got some gray hair now though." I smile as i bite a cookie. Ruby really knows how to cook; they taste amazing!

"How long has it been?" Craig removed his hat, letting his somewhat long hair fall onto his face.

"Since what?" I watch as he brushes his hair behind his ear. I laugh "Dude only chics do that.." I notice his ear piercing. "Oh sweet when did you get that?"

"Last year. And since we hung out?" He stared into my eyes. "You have a really nice eye colour. It's like the same colour as coffee with creamer. A warm brown..." He leans in a bit. Shit I'm getting nervous.

I stare back fighting the urge to kiss him. But his lips look soft... NO! You're gonna screw this up! "Umm since the 7th grade maybe?"

"Well you should come over sometime. How bout today? Cause I'm sure Ruby and Stripe miss you." He gets up and offers his hand.

"Yeah I'd love too." I take his offer as he helps me up. I look up slightly to see his eyes. "Fuck when did you get taller then me you ass?!" I punch him softy.

He flips me off. "Since the 8th grade so suck it shorty." He ruffles my hair. It feels like the old times and i can't help but smile.