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My first South Park fic ever. First Slash story, too! Yay!
I need to get something off my chest, here and now.
TWEEK IS ADORABLE! OH MY GOSH HE'S SO HUGABLE! ^^
I don't really know why I liked him. Now that I think about it, "like" probably isn't even the right word for it. But there's just something about him that... I can't even explain it. Maybe it's because he's so freaking jittery and coffee-obsessed and adorable -
- hang on.
Adorable didn't sound like something I would normally say, but...
... but when it came to Tweek, the blonde with chaotic blonde locks and adorable twitches who made grin-worthy little sounds when he gets more nervous than usual - my blonde with chaotic blonde locks and and adorable twitched who made grin-worthy little sounds when he gets more nervous than usual - I let it slide. Only for him, though - for Tweek only. Besides; there are no other words that can describe him. Especially when he's sleeping (that sounds horridly creepy, but that happens when you have actual feelings for someone, but c'mon: when he's always jumpy and paranoid and ranting about the FBI and crap, it's really nice to have some peace and quiet).
Now, sitting next to Tweek, right now, at his house on the couch - it's nice. His head is on my shoulder, his eyes are closed, and his expression is peaceful. He's not chugging down his coffee, he's not hiding behind me as I check under his bed for the gnomes that come in at night, he's not calling me late at night with the cell phone he always keeps on the charger, in fear of it dying. It's more than nice, you know - it's pretty awesome, even if I can't move without waking him up. Even though I'm stuck in the same spot, in the dark, with my phone in my backpack near his front door, with the only sounds of our breathing filling the silent room, I love it.
Love.
It feels weird, thinking about that word.
I look down at Tweek, and I smirk. As much as I love the little guy when he's snoozing, it's also pretty entertaining (for the first half of the day, at least; afterwards, you just start worrying) to see him jump around with his little " - GAH! "'s and "ngh"s and utterly adorable (there's that word again...) squeaks.
We've been sitting here for about an hour. My eyelids are growing heavy, but I don't want to fall asleep. If he wakes up before I do, he'll get scared and freak out and possibly hurt himself, and I don't want that.
So I close my eyes and try to drift of to sleep, smirk still in place.
Man, it's nice to just sit with him, though.