Today something terrible happened.

Where did I go wrong? It was probably the advance classes. I'm in a place where I can do better than regular but the advance makes me struggle but I always manage to make it through the year with at least a C. I should of just taken the regular classes and then this wouldn't have happened.

In my Geometry class our teacher gave us a project and as if that wasn't already bad she put us in groups for the project. Now, if there were four people in the groups everything would be fine because four people means at least one of them has to be nice enough to not want to kill me and they can protect me from the others.

But, we were placed into pairs.

I don't understand how we're juniors but we can't pick our own groups. Because if that were the case I'd definitely have picked Bebe. She's one of those few persons that don't hate me. She's super nice and pretty and also smart. She's perfect. And I like when she gossips to me. I think she likes me more because I'm gay. She's always asking to take me shopping or something like that.

Pairs are so scary. That's just you and someone else getting to know each other over the course of a week and then never speaking again and holding all those things you learned in your head forever. I'm so awkward! I can't be in a pair. People are so scary! But, that's okay, I always can manage to calm myself down.

Enough, I mean.

That was, until she told me who I was paired with. He's not even here today, yet somehow that makes everything all worse because when he comes back he'll find out and be even more mad. Oh, god! He's gonna kill me, I know he is. There are rumors he's pschotic because he never smiles... Or he never really makes any type of face. People think he's asexual because despite being second most attractive boy at our school he's never dated anyone, ever. Or that I know of... I'm sure he's killed someone. That's why he acts the way he does. He acts like a killer! Like one that gets away with murder too! OH, GOD!

And when he comes back and finds out the teacher paired him with the twitchy gay kid he's gonna kill her! OR ME! OH MY GOD! And I'll die because I have no muscle or any type strength at all! And he's really built.

Okay, not really built, but he's bigger than me, man! Who knows what he's got? No one's ever seen him take off his shirt.

When the bell rings I scream at the top of my lungs. As usual. I grab all my shit, shove it in my bag, and rush out of the room. If I don't get coffee I'm gonna pass out. If I don't find Kenny I'm gonna hyperventilate and pass out. And then I'll fall into a coma or something! "GEH!" I speed walk through the crowd of children. This alone could give me a panic attack. I mean, I hate kids. Kids are gross. Usually I wait for the crowds to get smaller. I'm always late but people don't really ever care because... everyone thinks I'm psychotic too.

Something grabs the back of my collar and tugs, yanking me back while also slightly choking me. I yelp and fall backwards. This is how I die.. I close my eyes and pray. It's my possum technique. I use it quite regularly.

Instead of falling to my death, I hit something soft and warm that wraps it's arms around my torso. I release a breath of relief and turn around to the hug the dirty blonde in return. I start to ramble about how I'm gonna die tomorrow with little to no spaces between my words and Kenny nods like he understands, he might. When I'm done he lets me go with a smile. "Now," he says, "what?"

My face twists to a distraught one. "Kenny! I'm gonna die tomorrow! We must do something amazing today so that I can handle that!"

"Wanna meditate?"

I grab my hair and scream, "NO! Something amazing! I'm serious! I'm not 'freaking out'- Well, I am freaking out- but I am gonna die and that's why and we need to do something so I can die happy!"

He snorts, "We could fuck." My cheeks flush but it's not a bad idea. One last fuck before I die? "Why are you gonna die?"

My breathing quickly goes back to being crazy and uncontrollable, "I just- I- She put- If I- I wanted Bebe!" Kenny's brows furrow. "'Cause she p-put us- she put us in pairs! GEH!"

He nods, "And who did you get paired with?"

"C-Craig! Craig Tucker!"

Kenny blinks at me. He takes my hands from my hair, gently, but with enough force to actually pry them from my messy hair. "Craig is not going to kill you." He assures me.

"How do you know?"

"Craig's pretty chill, man."

"Really? How do you know?" I repeat, not really satisfied with him not answering my question. That's suspicious. If he doesn't answer it, he could be lying.

Kenny shrugs, "We hang out occasionally. You know I like to group hop." Kenny hangs out with everybody. I think him selling drugs is a big part of it but I don't like to think that because Kenny's really nice and that could be a big part too. Not to mention, he is the most attractive boy at our school. So that, the being friendly and crazy out-going (made me quite jealous), and the drugs probably put him way high on the popularity meter. He's up there with Token and Clyde.

Token and Clyde are popular because of the parties they throw. I mean, Clyde already threw amazing parties but once he started throwing them at Token's huge ass mansion and Token has a lot of money for things like drinks and food and stereos and shit. They just mesh together nicely. I see Craig hanging out with them frequently. That's the only reason he's up there with them on popularity. That and being second most attractive. But being fucking weird kinda takes him down on the popularity.

I look at Kenny with uneasy eyes. "You want me to talk to him?" He asks. I shrug. "He's right over there."

My heart stops. "B-But he's not here today."

"Probably just skipped that class." Kenny explains.

"No,no,no,no,no-" I pull out of Kenny's arms. "Lunch." Is all I say to get away from the blonde, glancing over my shoulder once I'm three-fourths the way down the hall to just verify that the noirette was in fact at the other end with Clyde, Token, and now Kenny. Just conversating.

He doesn't look like he's listening to them. His eyes shoot up though as soon as I look at them and I scream, taking off towards the stairwell, only a few feet away now.

Once I'm out of the hallway, I squat and hold my head, trying to catch my breath. That was close. He probably has madusa-vision and can freeze people with his icy stare. His blue eyes are so cold and piercing, they're deadly.

I start praying again because I don't care what Kenny thinks of Craig, I know he's a murderer and I know the probability of me dying this week is at an all time high.

At lunch I somehow end up sandiwched between Bebe and Wendy at their table of giggling girls. I don't know what happened! I just walked in and immediately Bebe dragged me over here. But, honestly it's a pleasant change frm my usual group of mis-fits I eat with at lunch. Except for the questions

"How come you always wear baggy clothes?" Wendy asks, munching on celery. Only celery. "I bet you have a great figure. My skinny jeans probably fit you." She glances at me, expectantly. and I just gap at her.

Bebe squeals, "Oh, my god, Wendy, you are such a genius." She exclaims, holding her balled up fists to her chest. "You totally need to let us give you a makeover, Tweek." I shake my head. "C'mon! You don't even have to wear it to school. I just wanna do your hair SO bad!"

I grab my hair at the mention of it. "No way, man! you'd dress me like a girl- GAH- I can't handle that!" Bebe makes a face that makes me squeak, "I'm sorry!"

She nods and brushes her hair to the right side of her head, her curls fall accordingly, "Just let me paint your nails then."

I twitch and break, "Okay! You can paint my nails one day-GEH!"

Bebe grins, showing her perfect pearly white tweeth. Bebe's definitely the most attractive girl at our school. "So," She starts, "Tweek, do you have any crushes?"

I twitch again. I'm not sure sitting here was a good idea after all. I shake my head frantically but my face is turning red, so probably not very convincing. "C'mon!" Bebe slaps the table. "You're gay. You probably have a list of the top five best looking guys at this school. Spill!"

I shriek and cover my blushing face with my hands. "No way, man!"

She gasps, "So you do have one!" She turns to Wendy, who's rubbing my shoulder, comfortingly, really only succeeding in making me more tense. She stops. Maybe she can read minds.

Great, now Bebe knows I have a list Fuck. The blonde shakes me. "Tweek, you have to tell us! C'mon, girl, c'mon!" All the girls chime in with, 'yeah's and 'you gotta tell us now'.

I crack. I'm weak. I can't handle pressure by itself, let alone peer pressure. "Fine!" I say, sharply over them all, causing everyone at the table to hush to silence. "Kenny is one, Craig is two, Stan is three-" some agree in whispers. I continue, "And then Token at four, and Damien is five."

"He's like hot in a, 'my dad's Satan' type of way." Red says.

I shrug, "I guess." He's just got the best abs and dark hair is a turn on for me.

"Oh, my god, Tweek, you should be a visionary." Bebe informs me. I shrug but all the girls agree.

"How come Eric wasn't there?" Wendy asks. Everyone stares at her. Even me.

"Because he's a dick, I g-guess." I know he looks better than when we were younger but his asshole personality just makes him so unattractive to me.

Wendy shrugs, "Yeah, totally." Weird.

Bebe suddenly smirks, "So, Kenny's at the top... I see you two hanging out sometimes and I know he's bi-"

My jaw drops once I realize what she was imiplying. "God, NO, Bebe!" I say. "I don't like Kenny like that. Trust me." There's just those times we slept together but we were both drunk! And Kenny said I really wasn't into it. and fell asleep.

I don't really remember what happened after but I know he was fucking lying. I just think he didn't want me to feel bad about sleeping with him when I was drunk. Kenny's fucking dumb because Kenny is a hot piece of ass. Whatever, I appriciate him so.

Kenny's hot but a whore sadly.

Bebe shrugged, "You two would be so cute together." And then she drops it. "Are you gonna go shopping with me and Red after school?"

I raise an eyebrow, "Me?" She nods at me like I'm stupid. "Why would I?"

"Because!" Is her reply, as if that explains everything. She groans, "It's, like my only day off. Let me buy you one pair of jeans."

I have a mini battle in my head, choosing the pros and cons of going to the mall with Bebe after school today. Going would mean spending extra time not home, not sleeping, drawing, writing, smoking... making out with Kenny... ecetera. But going out means company, new jeans, potentially Harbucks, maybe food... Not being bored, ultimately.

I always go home after school and lately I haven't been able to draw or write anyway. So I shrug, "Fine, Bebe," Plus, Bebe wanting to waste one of her rare days off buying me a pair of jeans is actually kinda sucks. "I'll go to the mall with you and Red."

Bebe turns to her dark haired bestie. "What about you, Wendy? We're gonna try the new sushie place."

Wendy finisheds her greens and shake her head before looking at her friend. "Can't." She says, simply. "I have debate club."

Bebe nods like she knew the answer this whole time. "No problem. I'll see you this weekend."

"Yeah," Wendy responds quickly.

Everything about that was suspicious. How Bebe asked Wendy to go, how Wendy answered, and how Bebe acted about Wendy going to debate club. But, even though I've been sitting here all lunch, listening to all these girls gossip and giggle, I don't care enough to ask about it, plus I'm smart enough to not do that while Wendy;s right here- God, wait, do I actually wanna know?

"I saw your face when Ms. Stone paired you with Craig." Bebe changes the subject, while also lightening the mood. I stare at her, asking her to elaborate with my eyes and also praying whatever she thinks he saw was a wrong interpretation or that I can lie good enough to make her believe it was. "You looked terrified." I shrug. "Tweek, you looked like you might have a heart attack."

"I don't blame you. Craig's so scary!" Red says. Everyone nods.

"How he doesn't ever smile or anything." Anne almost asks but presents more as a statement. Red agrees anyways.

"He's really icy, right?" Nicole says to Anne, looking for confirmation. She understands because Nicole looks unsure that made anysense anyway. But I get it and Anne nods. " But his eyes are nice."

"I just wish I could admire them without being glared at, you know?" Bebe pops open her diet soda. "He always either looks dead or pissed." I find myself nodding and stop myself just because I'm embarrassed. "But, boy is he hot. And you can tell he works out when he's mad or something because of his build."

"He's in my gym class and one time he lifted his shirt to wipe sweat from his face. I literally died. Oh, my god." Red tells us. My head darts around the table as they exchange their 'Craig stories' Red says, "I think he's way nicer than he comes off as. He's just hella awkward and quiet so he doesn't know how to act around people."

"Why's that?" Anne asks.

Red shrugs, "Because one time he held the door and when I thanked him he said you're welcome and everything."

Wendy scoffs, "Wow, he has manners."

"It was surprising to me that he even had those!" Red explains.

"Well, I think he's a monster. He's always, like purposely mean to me." Wendy tells the table.

"I can see hwy you'd be scared, Tweek." Red repeats.

Feeling oddly closer to the girls I squeak out, "He's gonna kill me, man!" I grab my hair, troubled. Wendy's hand goes back on my shoulder, dismissing my previous mind reader theory. But it works better this time somehow. I take a deep breath.

Bebe's grinning so hugely right now, confusing me because why would my troubles please her unless she were plotting against me. Sweet Jesus! "Aw, Tweek! You're so cute when you freak out!" She squeals, relieving my worries about that. "But why woudl Craig kill you?"

"Because the teacher paired him with me and he hates me!" I quickly explain my reasoning.

Bebe nods, "Yeah, well..."

I scream, "I knew it!" She agrees! I'm totally gonna die!

"No, no, Tweek, Craig is not gonna kill you." Wendy assures me but when she doesn't give a why I start panicking again. Wendy's smart and she's lying about Craig not killing me. She;s not even doing a good job. This is how I die? I better revise my will.

"Seriously, Tweek, I was joking. " Bebe tells me, letting me worry just a little less. "Look, there he is." Bebe whispers, sharply. Everybody at the table turns their attention to the tall noirette exiting the lunch line with Clyde and Token, falling behind slightly. His eyes almost immediately shoot to us. We all qucikly turn away but I scream and jump before I do.

Oh no! He's plotting. He has to know by now right? I chew my lower lip, nervously.

"Don't worry, Tweek. He'll probably make you do the project alone anyways."

Oh, my god. She's right! Wendy's right. There, she is smart. Hell yeah, it'll be scary when he asks but then it'll be over.

Haing this thought all day killed my nerves significantly by seventh period. SO imagine my surprise when someone tapped my hsoulder at my locker.

I had thought it was Kenny so I was completely calm going trough my biology notebook, trying to decide whether I'd take it home and study or not knowing good and damn well I wouldn't be doing any fucking studying if I did or didn't.. "Today I sat with Bebe and the girls at lunch." I tell him. "Girls are so fucking weird, man." I laugh, "No wonder I'm so gay." I laugh harder, turning to him. "Right, Ken?

I scream at the top of my lungs. and cover my mouth with my hand.

Craig just blinks at me. "Shit, dude." I swear, catching my breath. The nerves are back.

"Sorry." The noirette says to me. I pause. An apology? Is this how Red felt when he held the door?

"What's up?" I ask, cutting to the chase. Ask me to do the project and then leave before I can even answer.

"I was wondering if-" Here it is. Thank Christ, I can stop worrying about it now. "You wanted to start at your house or my house."

I stop again. What. What? What! "Uhm..."

I must look as confused as I feel becuse his next words are, "The project in Geometry." I blink at him. "We were paired together." I nod. "I usually procrastinate so I wanna finish it as early as possible." And I nod again. "Are you slow? His question brings me out of my daze. Hvae I been stairing at him? I stare more. "Answer my fucking question!"

"My house." If we go to his house and end up alone who knows what'd happen!

He nods, "Let's go."

"But I have plans. today!" Shit that was for my head!

Craig turns back to look at me. "Then cancel." Now I'm conflicted. I can't tell if he's nice or not. Some things suggest he is and then he snaps at me! We walk through majorly empty halls, downstairs, and to Craig's car- or mom's car. Maybe family's car. I don't know. It's a blue Ford car with a spacious backseat.

Inside smells like cigarettes and mango car freshener, which hangs loosly around the review mirror, Craig adjusts it before starting the car and pulling his seatbelt across his chest. He had tossed both of our bags in the back and started oull ing out o the parking soace.

There was a gum car cup in one of the cup holder and sunglasses in the otherone. Head phones are drapped over everything and the floor is littered with balled up tissures, random papers, and plastic bags.

Craig's pupils are tiny and they don't seem to change no matter what lighting we're in, considering mine are usually occupying the majority of my irises at all times. It makes him look scarier than his eyes should. Because they're a very lovely shade of blue. Like almost grey. He catches me staring so I avert my gaze out the window.

The ride is completely silent and I zone out so I don't notice when we park in front of my house until he opens my door and I almost fall out. "We're here."

His vocie is just as blank as his face. He intrigues me now and that's just no good. I rush up our stone walkway and knock on our front door twice. There's silence. Fuck.

I rummage through my bag, desperately trying to get out of the harsh December air. I find my keys, shove them in the door, and unlock it. I push the door open and let Craig in.

Why aren't my parents here?

Craig takes care of shutting the door so I begin to search the house. "Mom!" I call up the stairs after checking the office, bathroom, dining room, and kitchen.

"Dear, Tweek, we had to drive to Denver for a lounge chair for the living room. The one we have is too lumpy for your father. We forgot to tell you we were leaving. Well be back next week." I come back into the kitchen to find Craig reading a note on the fridge I missed.

I stand next to him and reread it. "Oh, my god!" I slap my forehead with my hand and mumble, "I hate it when they do this."

"They do this often?" Craig asks, curiously and I notice him almost examining my house. First, taking an overall view and then looking closer at all of our little knick knack things, which are pretty weird and random. My parent's are... moony. But, if you ask them it usually makes sense. At the time, at least. "Leave you alone for a week, unexpectantly."

I nod, even though he's too busy inspecting a small asian cat sculpture to see me. So I also say, "Yeah,"

"That must be nice."

"Not really. I'm a paranoid person in general so being alone like this makes it hard for me to feel secure. It sucks." I tell him. "And they'll come back with a lamp. They never actually get a new chair. "

I have to text Bebe. I pull out my phone.. Craig says, "That's odd."

"My family's odd." I tell him simply. He just nods. "You skipped class." I say. I want him to tell me why. I don't know why I didn't just ask why he wasn't. Whatever, too late now.

He shrugs, "So?"

"Uhm." I sit on the couch and work at unlacing my boots. "I just thought you didn't know abou the project or something- I was surprised when you came up to me. Actually it was kind of rude." I'm babbling. Shut up.

Craig looks ar me, setting down my parents weeding picture. They're sitting and my mom had me in her lap, holding me up so she can kiss my cheek, my dad kissing my other one. I like that picture, a lot. "Kenny told me." He tells me. I nodm understandingly. "He said you were scared of me."

"GEH!" I jump, trying to casually move out of the kitchen, away from the knives.

Craig follows me in a 'not-caring' way. I don't believe there's much he does care about. "He was right." He notes.

"No!" I interject. "I'm not scared of you! You're just intimidating." I say, unconciously tidying up the living rooom, picking up papers off the coffee table, sorting through them. When he doesn't speak I feel the need to further explain. "You never smie."

He scoffs, "You don't smile often either though." He points out. I blush because if he's been watching me... What the fuck! Why has he been watching me?! Jesus!

"Yeah," I say, "But that's different."

"How." He immediately shoots back, watching me form the kitchen door frame.

I shrug, "Because you never really look any emotion in general and I have a lot."

"Mostly you just scream."

Okay, well! "So what?! At least it's something! People can understand me being scared becayse they know what being scared is like but you just don't react to anything so they think you're not, like, human."

"Harsh." He walks over to the entertainment center and goes through our movies. He's kinda nosy, huh?

"Well," I don't have anything to say but it's quiet.

"And you believe them, think I'm an alien, and that's why you're scard of me?" After hearing how stupid it sounds make me a little relunctant to nod but I do.

"I'm just paranoid, don't take it personally."

"Sure." He says in a completely not sarcastic way. I don't understand him. Does anybody? I doubt it.

I start up the stairs, hoping he'll notice and follow. Though, I ffeel like there is a chance he'd see me and not give a fuck. But after throwing myself on my bed he enters my sanctuary.

I feel like my room looks nothing like it should. I flick my LED light on and it reflects off the paint on my cieling. I drew dinosairs with bright neon green and blue paint. My walls are very light pastel shade of green. On them are band posters, sketches, glow in the dark sars, dream carchers, and my LED luight. My floor is wood but almost completely covered with a huge fuzzy throw rug, stained multiple places with a substance that's so obviously cofee. i have a bookshelf holding my sketch books, books, photo albums, art supplys, and old journals. My desk rests next to that, cluttered with more art stuff and writing stuff and stuff that I don't even know what it is.

I realize Craig's bent over in my closet. I jump up. "What are you doing?!"

He starts to snicker. Oh no... He comes up holding a shoe box. Oh no... He opens it, revealing my pipe, my weed, and also my condoms and lube. "Dude, why are you snooping through all my stuff?"

"How I get to know people." He tells me. I realize Craig looks amused and it's the first expression I've ever seen him make other than something mad. "So far you were looking pretty lame but your room is really cool looking. And this," He holds the box up. "Just gave you bonus points."

I nod, not really caring anymore. "Bring that to me." I tell him, gesturing to the box. He obeys, surprisingly and sits next to me on my bed. I pull out my pipe and crush enough weed to fill the entire bowl. I grab my lighter and place my mouth on the end. I light the bowl and inhale deeply. Once I'm done wiht my hit I ghost the smoke in my mouth before releasing what's in my lungs.

I hand my pipe to Craig who doesn't argue. He takes a hit and starts coughing like crazy hwne he finighses he takes another hit and hands me back my pipe. We go back and forth until I've refilled the bowl four or five times and then I place everything back in the box and slide it under my bed.

"Another thing I do to get to know someone is the secrets game."

"What's that?" I stare at my cieling and pretend the dinosaurs are still alive and stomping around.

"I tell you a secret and you tell me one." He explains.

"What?" He repeats himself and I nod, "Okay, let's play."

"I don't listen to rock and screamo music." he says. "I listen to mostly rap."

"I'm gay."

He chuckles, "That's not a secret. You and Kenny fuck."

I gap at him, "How did you know that?" I meant the sleeping with Kenny. I probably knew he knew I was gay.

"Pfft, if I'm just really observant, everyone's an idiot." I blink at him. He shrugs. "I couldn't make it make sense outside my head." I nod. "And besides, you're out."

"I know." I say. "I just wanted to start easy."

"Fine." He accepts it. "I lost my virginity to Bebe." He says. "It was terrible because I was completely shit-faced and had her explain everything and how to do it." I snicker imagining a focused, younger Craig with a naked Bebe, explaining to him how to put his dick in her pussy.

After I finish my laughing fit, I manage a, "I'm not a virgin." While laughing.

Craig groans, "Yeah, I know! You and Kenny fuck."

"Oh yeah... Seriously, how'd you figure that out? Most people think I'm forever alone because I look like a twelve year old."

"You don't look like a twelve year old.." He tells me with no indication of what that's supposed to mean except for when he adds, "You're just, like a baby type of cute." He says. "When you were smoking I just kept thinking how you look like a baby with a cigar. It shouldn't work but it does." He tells me, laughing. "That was so smart."

I think Craig laughing is the most beautiful thing I've ever experienced.

Did he, low key, just call me cute. "...I guess."

"I don't know how I found out. I just thought everyone knew."

"I don't like him." I say. Craig looks at me like that was a sufficient secret and I'm surprised he thought I did. Like Kenny, I mean.

"Now, this is news."

"We just fuck around because we both get horny. I don't know."

Craig nods, sitting back. "I don't get horny." He says and then adds, "That's my secret."

I look at him, skeptically. "Fucking liar."

"I'm serious." He says. "I only slept with Bebe to get it over with."

"That sounds terrible."

"Kinda was." He admits. "But, Bebe's a good sport." He smiles. it's true. Bebe's super smart, nice, and pretty. I realize the nature of our conversation and my face heats up. "Your turn." He points out.

"We were supposed to be doing work."

"And then your parents ended up not being here. And then we got high."

I squint. "Really?"

He nods, "Yeah."

"So, you don't ever get turned on?" My question is out of the blue and innocent. Or at least, I tried to make it be.

But Craig turns his body to face me completely and says, "What's that tone?" I just blink at him, confused. "Like, why are you asking?"

I shrug, "I was just asking." I defend.

He narrows his now darker blue eyes. "It was like you were gonna gonna suggest something."

He fucked up. "What would I suggest, Craig?"

His cheeks are tinted pink ever so slightly. He laughs. "Smart ass. You think you can turn me on?"

"Do you wanna be turned on?" I counter.

He smirks, "Why not?" Because you don't really know me and who knows if I have any STD's but I mean I didn't say we'd fuck. I'm just trying to give him a boner or something.

Yeah, because that sounds right.

"You want me to do it now?" I ask.

What the literal fuck.

"You're sounding pretty confident that you can do this."

I shrug, "I'm intoxicated." He nods like it makes sense. "You want me to do it now?" I repeat like it was my first time asking and I only just realize he ignored my question the first time.

"Why not? You're parents aren't home." Not that it'd matter if they were. But, it makes it easier to get in the mood. Sometimes forgetful, absent-minded parents are awesome!

"So should I just kiss you?"

He laughs, "I don't know. I thought you could do it by yourself. What happen? Did you lose your nerve?"

I shrug, "Man, shut the fuck up." I roll over to him and after some breif hesitation I mount him.

Oh, my god, I know! I mount him. I toss my leg over his abdominal and straddle it. I don't wanna kiss him first. If he's not sensitive I'll have to go slow. So I say, "Take off your shirt."

He sits up a little and pulls it over is head. He lays back down. He has this face. I've never seen Craig make this face- I've never actually seen him make any faces before today. But how is this face so attractive on him? It could just be his faint abs and, Christ, his V lines.

But his face. His eyebrows are so dark and so attractive and the way they're lowered. His eyes are narrowed and dark. His lips are twisted in a smirk and so pink and kissable. That's a word. I know it's in the dictionary somewhere.

I survey the situation under me. A shirtless, smirking Craig, who claims to not being able to, 'get it up' and I'm supposed to do something about it.

Great.

His eyes are fixed on mine but mine are locked on his stomach. I run my hands lightly over his stomach and chest, just to see if I'd get a reaction. And then my hands slide up his sides. They go to his face, tracing his jaw and back to his stomach, feeling his ab's a little rougher this time than before, my thumb brushing across his V line while my other hand glides down his- mmmm - happy trail.. And I realize how this has become more for me than him because he's just watching my awed face as I take in his body. Whatever, I memory lock all my information anyways. The information I'm gaining about his body.

My head dips and I start somewhere easy, somewhere obvious, his ear. I draw my tongue down the side and nibble on his ear lobe. Though, he doesn't make any noises or signs that this bubbled something inside him, his hands go to my hips, slowly climbing up, inside the back of my shirt.

My lips dance across his jaw but drop into the crook of his neck. I just lightly suck and bite his skin, moving into his shoudler area. I just barely brush my tongue against him, inside my mouth, gradually soaking more of his skin with my saliva. And if that's not attractive, I don't know what is. Then traveling lower to his chest, I stop to suck on his collar bone a little bit.

He lets out a sigh that stirs something in my stomach and also confuses the hell out of me. Was it a good sigh? Did do something right? Or is he just getting tired or something?

His skin is soft and slippery under my mouth. my tongue brushes against his nipple and then I take it in my mouth, sucking lightly. My eyes on his the whole time, watching for any reaction.

His eyes close and his lips turn upward. "It feels nice." He informs me. No shit. I hope it feels nice. I abandon his torso, after deciding I hadn't kissed him enough and then, sadly realizing... I HADN'T KISSED HIM AT ALL. A vulnerable, high, and probably just fucked up Craig Tucker in my house, in my bed, wearing no shirt, begging me- asking me to 'try' to give him a boner and I haven't fucking kissed him yet?! TWEEK WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK, 'HIGH-TWEEK'?! GET IT TOGETHER! GEH!

So, obviously I'm gonna kiss him.

I move my body up his so my face is right in fron of his. But, boy is the the view different up here. Should I kiss him? Was that part of the deal? Is a narwhal a real animal? What does it look like? Where the fuck would I aquire a narwhal?

I start to laugh.

I start to laugh. My eyes close and my face falls into Craig's shoulder. I drop my weight on him. I can feel Craig's body moving under me. He's laughing too. I laugh harder. "Why are you laughing?" I ask him.

"Why are you laughing?" He asks me.

Snorting I respond, "I don't remember."

So slowly, I pull my head from his neck and I plant a nice soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. It's like a head's up about what's gonna happen. Now is, like his chance to tell me no. But he doesn't move. I knew he wouldn't. My next kiss is only half his mouth and if you think that makes kissing his entire mouth less scary, then fucking kill yourself for being so naive. But after a beat of my mouth hovering over his and our breaths syncing, us just breathing the same air, I press my lips against his.

And then I pull back and stare at him. He smiles. "Yeah?"

"I just-" I stop.

He nods, "Yeah."

"Cool." I guess. Isn't it cool? It is cool? What's cool? Anartica is probably cool? Penguins live there, I hear. And there's no polar bears in the south right? North? South? Pole...?

Somehow our gentle and so heavy make out turns, just... chaotic. No, fucking hot. Oh, my god. How am I not getting a boner from this? Oh wait, I totally fucking am. I attack more of Craig's face. Sloppy, open-mouthed kisses, wide and wet. I will occasionally bite his lower lip and even his cheek.

I can't catch my breath. It's all over the place. My skin is literally on fire. But, Craig, is so warm and his breathing is so soothing. And he's so hot, but not hot. How is he not hot? I need to find something that will work. He has to have a fettish or something. Like biting or pain or some type of foreplay.

My attack to his face gradually comes to an end. I sit back to look at him. His eyes opening with my movement. He raises his eye brows. "Yeah?"

I shrug, "Nothing?"

He shrugs, "Felt nice."

I sigh, rolling my eyes and also off of him. "Are you hungry?" I sit on the edge of my bed and feel him sit up behind me. He doesn't answer, instead just hops off the bed and exits the room.

I stalk after him. We go back downstairs and check the kitchen. "I think I've decided," He starts, raiding through my fridge, "I'm staying the night."

My cheeks blush, but only a little bit. "Why? And who the hell said you could stay?"

"You said you didn't like to be alone when your parents leave so I'll stay and offer that, 'security'." I guess if someone broke in Craig could kick some serious ass. But, that's only if they didn't bring a gun and of course a robber is gonna bring a gun. Then, in that case Craig would just get shot and his only purpose for staying would have been to get shot because, I mean, we should have known that a robber would have a gun when we made the agreement and that would mean that I killed Craig basically. And I couldn't handle having that against me, man! "No one is gonna break in, so that's just stupid." Craig tells me. I scream. "God damn it! What?!" He covers his ear with his free hand.

"You fucking read my mind, man! What the fuck! Agh!"

"Isn't weed supposed to calm you down or some shit?! Oh, my god. Shut the fuck up!" He puts the food down and covers my mouth. "You said it out loud." He says. "You gave some elaborate ass speech about how if I'm staying for security but a robber has a gun then I'm just here to get shot but no one is gonna break in anyway, so that's just stupid!" He repeats.

I nod, face flush under his big man hands. I wish I had man hands. My hands are tiny. And who knew I talked my thoughts when I'm high? Maybe Kenny knows and just never told me. That would explain why he was always more psychic when we smoked. I just already knew Kenny could read minds so it never really bothered me when he'd start talking about stuff I was thinking of.

His hands are off of my face and back into making a sandwich. Watching Craig Tucker make a sandwich is probably the most trippiest thing I've seen while high. This could all just not be real.

And I keep having these moments where I teleport to a different point in time. Like this morning or when we were making out. Whoa, Craig and I made out? We did. We totally did. I remember.

I forgot.

"Make me a sandwich too." How did I know to say that? Oh boy, we shouldn't have smoked that weed? When am I not high? Not only on specefically weed. I'm into a lot of shit. I bet Craig doesn't know that.

Is he making me a sandwich?

Sweet.

Should I tell him? About the drugs? No, that's not 'high' Tweek's decision to make. Leave it to mostly sober Tweek. He'll know what to do. That guys kinda mad though. Like, bonkers, maybe, even.

"I do a lot of drugs." I say, wondering if he'll understand I'm playing the secrets game still.

Bro, what the fuck? You just said we weren't doing that?

Really? When?

He looks at me, blinks, and then says, "I believe it."

"It's 'the secret game', C. Go."

He nods, like it's no big deal. It isn't but it's just weird how he manages to make everything small and insignificant. "I take pictures."

"Huh?"

"Like, photography." He explains. "I take pictures and I make videos."

"What are the videos." Sex tapes?

"No, not sex tapes, you fucking freak." Not nice. And I must've said that out loud too. "It's just videos of nature or music videos for songs I like, and my guinea pig. It's weird. I just like making things that look cool." He groans. "I'd have to be sober to make this sound right. I'm sorry."

Another apology. Cool. I should see how many I can get and then report back to the girls' table at lunch tomorrow. I'll tell them about the make out, the weed, and how he even stayed the night. Oooh.

"You can't stay." I say, after reminding myself of his previous notation. He goes back to staring at me. "It's a week day and it'd be weird; us here, alone. I don't know."

"Okay, well, when this weed wears off I'll go home."

How do I know exactly what he means? When the weed 'wears off' both of us are gonna be very close to passing the fuck out, which ultimately will end with Craig sleeping in my house. A few hours later I'll wake up and it will be too late for him to go home anyway. I try to glare but my eyes are hard to keep open. "Fine, stay, whatever. I don't care."

"Here." He holds one of two sandwiches out to me. I take it, gratefully. We eat them in no time, consider the munchies are present. We eat the chips in the cupboard, some macaroni and cheese, and then some leftover pie.

The last thing I remember is sitting on the couch, listening to Craig ramble about how he doesn't believe in God, but he believes in the universe. It's the longest I've ever heard his voice. He wouldn't stop talking and it lulled me to sleep.

New story and stuff. The summary sucks, but don't fret, I plan to fix it soon I just wanted to get this our asap. Idk but leave a review and tell me whatcha think. The chapters in this story are planned to be way longer than any of my others so yay ig.