Dear Tweek,
I lie awake all hot thinking of you, your super sexy smile, and your face. Passionately I recall our meeting, how my heart was touched with guinea pigs when I saw you last night. How happy you looked in that green shirt and those tight skinny jeans (Nice ass btw).
I cherished every moment we had together and was soooo sad when our date was over. I cant say how badly I regret spilling Wine on your crotch area. You were cool about it, however, for which I am grateful. You're so beautiful without pants on.
Your awesome most other times. Your eyes are like deep pools of coffee warmed in the moonlight. Your cheeks are as rosy as leaks. Your lips are like succulent Taco (Clyde's input). Your hair is golden like a llama on a summer's day.
I can't wait to plow you again.
Your boyfriend Craig
"So… Do you like it?" He questions me. Staring at me with bright blue eyes, full of good intention and hope awaiting my appeasal on the love note.
"I-its um, Different?" I murmur. Every time we had a date, the morning after he would always present me with a love note. He always put so much effort into them, I could never tell him the truth, that must make me a liar, and liars go to hell and OHMYGODIDONTWANNAGOTOHELLAHH HH!
"Tweek?" His stoic voice snaps me back to reality. I was hoping for a second id be somewhere else like Harbucks or Science. I like science, its interesting….
"How is it different, in a good way or a bad way?"
There's so much going through my head, I can't carry on like this, it hurts too much. If I get another one of these notes I think I'm going to melt into the floor. I'm too caught up with thinking about how I can break this to him nicely when all of the hurtful words start flowing out of me,
"Craig. Are you high?" I ask, staring at him sarcastically.
"No."
"W-why would you give me this?" not sure what I'm doing right now but I shove the note back into his hands, "Llamas? Tacos? What the-ngh-fuck Craig!"
"I thought he liked Llamas…." He says to himself, none the less I still heard it
"No Craig! They have l-long hair, they b-bite they spit, llamas are scary Craig!" I grab his collar and shake him for emphasis. He stands there and takes it but I can see there's pain in his eyes.
"Okay…So you don't like llamas. I don't see what's wrong with the Taco part, Clyde told me he could get any girl with that line…." I let go of his collar and take a step back. What he just said sinks in,
"Y-you took advice from Clyde?" I cock my head to the side and grin at him. I cant believe that Craig Tucker. CRAIG TUCKER. Would take relationship advice from Clyde Donovan. I'm trying so hard not to laugh right now, it hurts, it actually hurts. I'm pretty sure if you went up to a girl, or anyone for that matter, and told them their lips were 'succulent' like 'taco' you would earn nothing more than a slap.
"Yes, but, for the record I won't ever again." He admits, fixing his hat as he did so.
"You do realise Craig what we-GAH-have to do with this note."
"What?"
"W-we have to burn it. We must b-burn it and-ngh-never talk of it again. For the good of our relationship Craig." It's true. I'm just saying what we both are thinking before someone finds it. They could put it on Facebook or Tumblr 'Horny gay teen writes retard coffee addict a love letter' That's it! We must destroy all evidence!
"Your right. Tonight. At my place, we'll burn it then." I nod in agreement and we both depart in opposite directions, we have the same class but it really adds to the whole secret meeting effect.
AN/ This is going to be multi chapter. And will mainly focus on the more realistic en devours of being in a relationship (No rainbow barfing dinosaurs.) So i hope you enjoy, and please reveiw, they really make me want to write more!