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Athazagoraphobia

noun Psychology;

1) The fear of forgetting or being forgotten about.

I closed my book, sighing, and put my head on my desk. I'm tired. I'm just tired. Of everything lately. I can't think, I can't speak, I can't do anything. And it's all because of that one person. This one has been on my mind. He's my best friend too. Ever since my friends weren't being good enough friends towards me. But he's been there for me. Through ups and downs. Yup, you guessed it, the famous, one and only, stoic Craig Tucker. But I'm afraid too. Afraid that someone will take my place as best friend. And someone will. I'm scared that once he gets a new best friend, I'll be thrown away. It was only a few minuets left until school ended so I guess I could wait. I looked over to Craig and saw that he was bored out of his mind, doing nothing. I quietly giggled to myself and continued to also, do nothing until time was up. I was going to Craig's house today anyways. I counted down.

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And on cue, the bell had rung, signaling the end of school. I got up from my desk and got ready to head out. Put on my backpack, and walked out of class. There he was, standing and waiting for me. I gave a smile in which he did not notice but I didn't mind.

"Let's go." He walked first and left me behind which had me wondering, I had considered him as a friend, but did he consider me as one? Sure, I thought he was MY best friend but now I don't know anymore. We are friends, right?

"Dude, are you okay?" I looked up at the voice that was calling me. He was about 10 feet away from me, looking back. I gave a sheepish smile as I nodded my head and ran over to him.

"Are you sure you're fine?" He eyed me to check if anything was wrong.

"No dude! Nothing to worry about!" I playfully punched him and he chuckled a little. He chuckled! So that means, that I could make him smile, and making people smile means that I'm their friend right? Right.. I think... His house wasn't that far away now that you think about it. I was inside without even noticing. I followed him upstairs and placed my backpack down on the floor. I left my shoes in front of the door like he told me to and sat on his bed. He sat with me but rather close to me. No one else was home so it was just us. The thought made me tingle for some unknown reason. I couldn't keep twiddling my thumbs and looking around. The atmosphere between us was awkward. He noticed me and asked me once again.

"Are you okay?" I looked up into his eyes, which were staring straight into mine, and couldn't help feel my cheeks heat. I managed to choke out a yes and say that I was just a little tired. Wrong move, when I said I was tired, he grabbed my head and placed it on his lap. He started to stroke my hair and I couldn't help but be even more flushed.

"Just try to get a little sleep Kenny." Was what he told me. I got into a comfortable position and closed my eyes, listening to the sound of his steady breathing. In and out, in and out, in and out. I kept this going until I got tired and eventually fell asleep on his lap.

My eyes were shot with bright light as I opened my eyes. It hurt to keep my eyes open so I squinted to see where I was. There's no one here and the silence is unbearable. I looked around to see if anyone was here with me and sure enough, out of no where, there was Craig. I start to smile as I get closer to him. I get up behind him and put my arms around him, embracing him with my head on his shoulder. Albeit he was a few inches taller, I was comfortable. He turned around and suddenly pushed me off him. Surprised by his action, I reached a hand out to Craig but he slapped my hand back.

"I'm sorry, but you don't give people you don't know hugs." You look at me with disgust, as you thought that a mere touch with me would instantly kill you.

"Craig, don't you remember? It's me, Kenny!" I try not to show my fear as you eye me up and down. You shake your head.

"No, I don't." He spat with his nasally voice. "And even if I did, I would leave you in a fucking second."

My eyes, threatened to burst as you said those lines with pure venom. No, this wasn't Craig. Yet it was at the same time. The Craig that would crack a small smile every once and awhile was nothing like this. But he did hold the same attitude as Craig did. I don't know anymore but as soon as you turned around to leave, I had dropped a few tears to the ground, then a couple more, until I was pouring my eyes out. I reached my hand out and choked on a sob as you were walking farther away. You stopped, turned around, looked at me like I was a fucking rat, then turned back around to leave again. That was it, he had forgotten about me. And I was weak. I am weak. I was forgotten. Forgotten, by the one that I cared the most about. By my only friend that truly understood me. My eyes got heavy and everything started to fade to black. I am nothing now.

I woke up with you shaking me awake. I was sweating and panting.

"Kenny! Tell me what's wrong!" I looked at him and cried.

"C-craig! D-don't ev-ever leave me a-alone again!" I gasped and sniffed. Clutching onto Craig as support, I was embraced into a tight hug.

"I won't." These words only made me cry harder. I tightened my grip on his jacket, making my knuckles turn deathly white. Holding onto him was the only way I knew that he wouldn't leave me. He started rubbing my back soothingly and this made me calm down. It worked, and pretty soon, I was only sniffing and rubbing at my eyes. Why was it that crying made you tired?

"Mind telling me what happened?" You held my hands, hoping for a response. I gulped and sighed, telling you what had happened and why I had that nervous break down earlier.

"Kenny, I would never forget you. Even if I could, I wouldn't." But what if he did?

"You could! And you would if you had the chance." I couldn't help but lay this all on me. As if I was the one causing him trouble. I looked down, not making eye contact until you pushed me onto the bed, leaving me underneath and you on top.

"I wouldn't Kenny. I wouldn't because I... I... Fuck it, let me just show you!" You went down and pushed your lips to mine. My eyes had widened at first but I soon began to kiss back. A tongue glazed over my bottom lip and I gladly gave permission as you shoved your tongue inside my mouth, twirling and playing with mine. I fell into submission as your hand crept over my body and landed on a nub. I couldn't help but moan into the kiss as you started tweaking and pinching it. Soon out of breath, we separated out lips and looked at each other with lust filled eyes.

"Did.. did that prove as to why I will not and could not forget you? Kenny McCormick, I love you and nothing could make me forget that." He had a serious look on his face and I couldn't help but smile. Because only Craig could make me feel this way. I didn't want to stop, I wanted to go all the way with him. It was the right mood anyways.

"If you love me, then show me. Show me that you love me Craig Tucker." You smiled when I had said this and licked your lips, showing how badly you also wanted this. I wanted this because I love you Craig. I love you and I can't live without you. So do me a favor and don't forget about me.

PinkNinja: Not exactly how I wanted this to turn out but.. meh.