"Just because you can't get laid, Tweek!"
My eyes flash towards the group of boys, excluding me from their ranks, looks of pure hatrid in their eyes. I twitch as they mention the word 'laid'. After years of lonliness, I had been seriously considering . . No! No, I'm not a fag! Am I?
"Shut it, Stan!" I squeak.
Jesus, my head is spinning. I'm so confused. I hate this. Confronting my sexuality sucks, I wonder if there's a pill to help you decide. I've got enough pills from 'The Demon Doctor' already, one more to help me decide can't hurt . .
Shut up, Tweek! Stop being stupid! There isn't a pill to help you make decisions! There's pills for everything else - but not for that!
I hate my life.
This whole argument wasn't even started by me! It was Cartman. Eric fucking Cartman. We were all in the mall having a good time, then he started shouting at Stan. He said that Stan was a bad boyfriend for Wendy. Eric then made Stan ireally/i mad.
"I'll do a lot better, Stan! Heck, I might even get laid! You're the only one out of all of us that hasn't got laid! You haven't been un-virgin-ified!"
I flinched and muttered that I thought that was disgusting. Then Stan lost his temper with bme!/b Then everyone else started shouting at me because they all want to get on Stan's good side! Just because he's popular and is in the football team, they think if they're friends with him - they might get a girl. I must say for Eric, no chance.
"Ge-Gee-Get l-lost, Fr-freee-freeeak!" Jimmy yells at me with his vacant expression.
I stare round at the people in the crowd.
Bebe, Clyde, Jimmy, Pip, Timmy, Wendy, Token, Stan and Eric. Kyle, Kenny, Butters and Craig were stood somewhat away from the other group, looking somewhat sadly at me.
They were a divided group of friends. There were the Stan kiss-ups, like Clyde and Token, and then the other guys, Kyle, Craig, Butters and Kenny. I feel bad for Stan, even though he has a horrid temper. He isn't the only one who hasn't been laid because I haven't. I'm sure everyone else has. You would have just automaticly assumed Stan wasn't a virgin because of how popular he is, but no. He nearly got laid once, Kyle told me, but he said he 'wasn't ready'.
"Go home, Tweek!" Pip squeaked at me, trying to look as angry as the other guys.
"Fuck off, Frenchy!" Craig yelled from his group. He looked angry and I was glad he was sticking up for me. "What's this got to do with you anyway?"
"Yeah!" The other boys yelled, pushing Phillip Pirrup from their ranks. He walked slowly away from them out of the mall doors.
"What are you still doing here, Freaky?" Wendy yells at me.
Stan laughs. "Freaky Tweeky!" he shouts, to outrageous laughter from his kiss-ups.
I walk away from the crowd, my chin against my chest.
Jesus, I wish they would all fuck off and die! Well, not all of them. Not Craig and Kyle.
Craig and Kyle are the only ones who respect me. Oh, and Butters and Kenny - they seem to like me. Oh my fucking god. I have four friends. Four? No, three.
Craig . . he's not my friend. Oh my god. I am so gay. I've just realised I have feelings for my best friend. How screwed up is that? I like Craig . . more than a friend. I am in love with Craig! I am such a fag.
I walk along the street outside the mall, not even bothering to look behind me, no-one will have followed me anyway. No body ever follows Tweek the Freak. Gah, my life is suckish.
"Hey, Tweek!"
I don't turn round. Un-doubtably, It will probably be Stan or one of the others, ready to fly more insults at me. The sound of the dick-head's footsteps quicken as if the person is running. I quicken my step and brace myself for the name-calling.
"Tweek, dude?"
Ooh, shit! Craig. Not now, cheeks don't blush! Please!
Listen to me, I'm talking to my cheeks . . and it's not working, anyway.
"Hey, Craig." I mutter, facing away from him so he can't see my red face.
"How did you know it was me? You haven't even looked at me!" Craig giggles. I feel my face. Thank god, not warm anymore. I turn to face him.
"Craig. We've been friends since third grade, since we were eight! Were now eighteen so it's like ten years I've known you! I should know what your voice sounds like by now!"
"Yeah. Fair point, Tweeky." Craig says, looking at me. "What's going on with your face?"
Shit. My face might have cooled down but the redness hasn't recceded.
"Nothing, just cold." I say, quickly.
"You're blushing, Tweek. I can tell!" he giggled, poking my side and making me squeal.
"What do I have to blush about?" I laugh, looking at him warmly. If only he knew.
"I dunno. But I do know your blushing about something." Craig said, looking at me and raising his eyebrows.
"TELL HIM!" A voice in the back of my head screams.
"Alright. I like someone . ." I mutter, tugging at my blonde hair.
"Oooh! Tweekie's finally gonna get laid!" Craig jokes. I look at him dolefully.
"Sorry." he mutters.
"It's okay." I smile at him and he smiles back. "Craig . . this may sound a little weird, but . . who did you do it with and what was it like."
"Do what?" Craig asks, a look of utter confusion on his face.
"You know . . get laid." I murmur. I don't look at his face. I just look at the snowy pavement on which we are walking. I don't know where the hell were going. Probably to the playground.
"Tweek . . I'm gonna tell you something." Craig sighs. "I've never done it." he mumbles. I spin round.
"You never . . ?" I stutter. I always presumed he would have had some slim, blonde . . . . girl.
"Nope." he says, defiantly. He doesn't care! "I don't want to. I actually don't think I can."
He's blushing. Blushing? Why?
"You still haven't told me who you like!" he says. Is he . . changing the subject?
"Uh. It doesn't matter." I murmur.
"Yeah, it does!" Craig says, tickling my sides slightly. I push him away, trying to look serious but smiling slightly all the same.
"So you like someone, Who?" Craig asks. He grabs my arm and pulls me round to stop and face him.
"I don't want to lose that person as a friend." I mutter. His look changes slightly.
"Me?" he says, his eyes wide.
Shit.
How the hell did he know.
"H..H-" I stutter, shocked. He turned from me and began to walk away.
"Craig!" I yell.
'Please god! Please don't let this ruin our friendship!' I think desperatly.
"Sorry. Gotta go." Craig murmurs, now running from me.
I stood alone there in the snow for hours after that. Hating myself and the world.
Steadily getting colder and colder.