So, I finally found my fucking password. I know right? Ughh. Also, I've kind of made some interesting decisions, such as I've started dressing all in black, partly because I was inspired by The Rolling Stones, and partly because I've always been sort of gothic in personality, and I finally got a set of black clothes (like I've been asking for a long ass time) for my birthday.
Also, I have been diagnosed with Tourettes Syndrome. So, yay.
Also, while I'm at it, I am soon to go to college, and I am rather excited. However, I'm not sure if this will interfere with any of my posts, but hey, it's not like that's happened before… So anyways, on with the story!
Chapter one
What happened to us?
TWEEK POV____
I can't stop fucking shaking. I just can't stop. Here I am, the twitchy little 6th grader, and trying to cut down on my coffee use never helps. "Aggh! Jesus!" Yep, that never stopped. And here I am in class, but all I can think about is him.
Craig Tucker, a little more athletic than me, he was still lean, and very attractive. But I don't know if he feels the same way…
"Nggg- FUCK, JESUS!" Whoops, that was too loud. Great… embarrassment. Fucking lovely. Well, it can't get much worse. Oh, wait…
Cartman.
He starts laughing, I start blushing. Craig starts staring, I start crying. Craig starts laughing… I start running. Run. Run.
THOMAS POV__
I was walking down the hallways of my new school, when I heard something that reminded me of, well… me.
"Nggg- FUCK, JESUS!"
I hear laughter, and suddenly a young blond-haired boy comes crying out of the classroom. Been there. Done that. That's why I left North Park, the teasing, the mocking. You see, I have tourettes syndrome, or TS for short. This causes me to do things that I don't want to do. Like shout things. Bad things. Like fuck. Shit.
"GODDAMN IT!" That, too.
Anyways, I see that boy running, running away. And deep down, I feel very sorry for him, but I have my own problems. Like, for example, I happen to be gay. I learned when me and a boy named Kyle Broflovski helped me stop some fatass, who had pretended to have TS, from saying a bunch of horrible things live on some shitty talk show.
When he helped me, I felt things, things I couldn't explain. Eventually, I heard some boys making a bunch of jokes, and from those jokes, I found the way to describe it. "I'm gay." I had said to myself.
Part of why I moved here was a chance to see Kyle again.
Maybe he feels the same way?
PETE POV___
So fucking lame. Surrounded on all sides by these buttfucking conformists. Really, are these people stuck so far up their own assholes that seeing the light of day comes with a set of teeth? All these people constantly walking to the same place every. Fucking. Day.
Of course, it's not I'm much better. I told Michael how I feel about him, and while he doesn't hate me for it, things are really fucking tense. And I shouldn't be so self-absorbed, but at the same time… fuck it.
As I lift the cigarette to my lips, I see some boy running in tears. For some reason, I feel I should help him. Why?
As I ponder this, he stops, right in the middle of the parking lot. He picks something up, and raises it to his wrist, and I immediately know what he's about to do. I get up, and run to the boy and grab the shard of glass from his hands. The act causes me to bleed, but for some reason, it was worth it.
The boy looks so ordinary, and yet, he isn't. He wears normal clothes, but he had neglected to put any of it on correctly, as his shirt is badly unbuttoned, his pants are torn, and he didn't appear to be wearing any underwear. And his hair was all over the place.
The boy kept muttering about someone named Craig. He was rather adorable, and he was obviously in pain. Somehow, those two things don't go together as smoothly as it sounds.
As I lay down with the boy with the wild blonde hair, I can't help but wonder… what do I do?