Have you ever had a dream so wonderful that you wish that it could be real?
I sure haven't.
It's weird; I have never had the desire to just sleep. My mother always told me when I was young, "That the early bird got the worm." I hated that analogy, hell. I still do. Getting up early never helped me with life it just gave me more time to think. Thinking might be nice for some but I hate it. So I use this time to get my homework done, I don't have to think to finish my homework, I just write things down and they seemingly are right.
People probably label me as the "crazy kid." I hate labels. Goth, Stupid, Preppy, Nerd, Jock, Stoner, Boring. They don't really have anything to do with the person just the annoying clique they're a part of.
That's why I like being where I am on the social ladder. I just jump from group to group. People just say "Hey, Tweek. Come over here and help me with French." So I do.
Maybe, if I stick to one group then I might have a personal connection with another. I've always dreamed, no. I've always wanted a personal connection with someone, someone different.
His name is Craig, we know each other, and we have the same home room since our last names were alphabetically next to each other. We talk at lunch because we sit at the same table. I know that he likes to eat ice cream sandwiches even if it's below 32 degrees. I know that his dream is to be an interior designer and will tell people to fuck off if they question him about it. I don't understand why I want to have a connection specifically to that guy. It's not my fault if every time I close my eyes, that fucking blue hat comes to my line of non-existent vision.
I just want to get him to tell me his deepest darkest secret, no matter what.
It's a Monday morning and I don't mind. I hate the excuse "because it's Monday morning." It's biggest cop out in history of cop outs. I love Monday mornings it's starting fresh, it's the beginning of things in a way.
So if I ever had a story of my own I would want to start it on a Monday morning. First period, History, I share with pretty much everyone I know. We all separate into our distinct clergies, I tend to go on the right side of the class near the window and at the back of the class do to my nature of blocking the person behind me, and I swear that's why I sit so slouched now.
My mother always tells me to have proper manners at the dinner table, so being the defiant teenager that I am I slouch even more. Sitting in front of me is Token. On the height meter he's the third tallest it would be Stan then Token, but of course towering at six four, I'm at the top of the height chart, literally.
I'm not talking as much as I usually am in this class; I'm brooding in my thoughts which can lead to serious trouble on my part. Mostly my thoughts go from what I'm having for supper to what kind of people I'll be serving today to Craig. My thoughts always end up revolving around that ass-face.
Looking around the class trying to distract myself from the in my head Craig, my eyes drift to the real thing. Growling, I admit defeat to my brain and end up staring at the boy of my thoughts.
He's at the front of the class one aisle over. He seems to be deep in his thoughts almost in an aura of serendipity. His pen drifting across his note taking paper, telling me that he's not actually taking notes but doodling instead.
I then see Red tapping Craig's back; I almost immediately fill up with under lying rage. It's not like I hate Red that's far from it, It's just I get really jealous of what I claim to be mine. Craig gives Red a look that mirrors what I'm feeling. Red just lifts her hands up hastily and waves them a bit in a shrill attempt at getting that look off his face.
"Calm down there, cowboy. I was just wondering what you're doing after school." Red inquired.
Craig snipped back. "Nothing, that involves you."
Red just rolled her eyes, and mumbled something about nerds and skyrim. My brain intervened and I thought to myself about how I like playing that game, I'm a Nord. That even the Nords hate but I digress.
Someone nudged my elbow causing to me snap up and shriek. The unwanted attention of me followed suite with a few whispers and giggles. Looking over to my left, I saw the persecutor of my recent woes.
"Ugh, Stan, what the fuck was that for, Man?" I twitch in that ugly way that I do.
He just shrugged.
"You seem to be in a love struck gaze is all."
"I-No, It's that- Uh I-well. Shut the fuck up." I stammered blushing.
Stan just snorted and turned his eyes back up to the front.
I stuck my tongue out at him for good measures, too bad the teacher saw me do that.
"Mister Tweak, Surely you are well aware that your lollygagging wouldn't be the proper behavior of a senior."
The giggles ensued. At this point I had made enough of a fool of myself for one class; burying my head in my hands, praying that this class would be over. That prayer would do the exact opposite because the next thing I hear is the teacher giving gruff instructions that we'll be doing a project. Great.
"Also, Class. I will be picking the people who will work together on the culture of their choice."
Someone quipped at that.
"So are we picking the culture or partners?"
The teacher Mister Lowley was his name snorted in disbelief.
"I will pick the partners and then the partners will pick the culture but you must pick a culture from the selection I give you."
There was a collective groan of unhappiness.
Anticipation surged through me; I loved learning about different cultures. I could look up different religions all day and what types of things people ate around the world.
I caught myself shaking more than usual, I needed to fidget with something before I turned into the communal vibrator. I looked at my desk seeing that I'd forgotten a pencil as usual. Biting the top of my lip, fidgeting with my monroe. I tried to find something to occupy my hands with.
I went to pull at my hair but soon realized that was out do to putting my hair in pigtails earlier that morning. Then it dawned on me, the elastic. I could play with one. I pulled out my pigtails and quickly put my mess of hair into a stubby ponytail.
Occupying myself with the small elastic made the few minutes of the teacher droning on about the project. Making weird shapes of the elastic with my pianist fingers was fun until I snapped my fingers with it. With a defeated sigh I decided to listen to Mr. Lowley tell us who are partners were.
To be honest, I hope I'm with Kyle because he'll take this as seriously as I will. I cross my fingers looking to the left seeing Stan cross his fingers too. He probably wants to be partnered up with Kyle but for obviously different reasons. I just chuckled to myself and turned my attention to the front.
"Clyde will be with Kenny."
Looking over I saw Clyde making exuberant gestures to Kenny who returned the favour with a grin and obscene gestures of his own. Clicking my feet together; I wondered when those two became so close.
"Tweek will be with Craig."
It wasn't Kyle. Fuck, it was even better than Kyle. I could give two less shits if I got an F on this project now. I was with Craig. We could go over to my house and fuck after I tried to persuade him to look up recipes from Bolivia or where ever the fuck we would have do a project on. This was my chance, my perfect chance.
Before I could even think another thing I stood up and walked over to Craig's desk with happiness, with pride, with confidence, with everyone laughing at me?
Craig looked at me with a dumbfounded look on his face. He tugged at the hem of my sweater to catch my attention, I leaned down to his face and he whispered "Kiss me."
I wish. What he really said to me wasn't that.
"Tweek, are you a fucking retard?" Was the reality.
I gave Craig a lopsided grin and giggled to myself. "Oops."
I stood up straight and walked back to my desk with grin still plastered to my face. Sitting down, Mr. Lowley asked me if he could continue with the partner selections. I waved my hand and let the class go on with day.
Safe to say that was the most entertaining thing I did that Morning.
Lunch came bustling and per usual I was sitting in front of my locker with a chicken ceaser salad. People commended me with the show I put on during in history, I would just cackle in response and then everyone would be on their way. I was scraping the last of the dressing from the bottom of the container when someone loomed over me.
"Jesus. Could get out of my bubble?"
"No."
That surprised me. I glance up at the person who is shadowing me from the blinking florescent light. Craig, of course it's Craig.
"What do you want? Is it about the project because I don't care what culture we do and-"
"I finished it."
My mouth gapes open. How the hell could Craig do a paper on a whole culture by himself in two hours?
"Why?" was my only response.
Craig just shrugged and swiped my grape juice. He could have it for all I care. Grape juice tastes like dirty ass holes. Fastening the lid on my empty container, I sighed and looked at Craig's shoes. They looked like slip ons but they were covered in paint. Raising an eyebrow I look up at Craig, still awaiting an answer.
"It's my gamer marathon tonight with Kevin and I don't want things like that to get in my way."
No, my chance, it was melting through my fingertips before I even grabbed ahold of it. Craig wanted to spend the evening with me; he just didn't know that yet. Tweek, think how could you join the gamer marathon? I can't ask Craig because he'll just get even more suspicious. I guess I'll just have to persuade Kevin to invite me.
Standing up quickly, I turn around to throw my container into my locker.
"Craig, where's Kevin?"
"When do you ever care where Kevin is?"
Turning back to Craig I look down to him. "Now."
Craig just sneered "He's in the stair well playing Gameboy. If you must know."
Perfect.
I patted Craig's head, and took off sprinting to find Kevin before I got out of hearing distance I yelled down the hallway to Craig.
"Thanks, shorty."
"Fuck you, Tweek."
I cackled in delight as I slid around the corner to find Kevin. I burst through the stair well doors to see Kevin playing Chinpokomon Reddish Brown. What an old game, I didn't think that there would even be games still in playing condition.
Kevin was still enthralled with his game when I tapped at his shoulder. He surged and whipped his head to face me. I meekly wave and bite at the bottom my lip.
"Oh, hey Tweek."
How could I forget, Kevin is the easiest person to talk to. Now I know why we chat so much in Trigonometry.
"Hi." I supply
"What's up do you need help with something?"
"No, no, no." I shake my head so fast, that I'm afraid I might get whip lash.
"I was wondering if…" How could I make this not sound creepy? Right, I can't.
"If I could hang out with you tonight?" I open my eyes realizing that I closed them during the question that I previously asked.
The first thing I see is Kevin beaming. I was taken aback at first but then I beamed back at him.
"Sure, if you like gaming marathons." Kevin laughed.
I laughed as well, because I don't.
I have a feeling they'll play something that takes strategy and I myself am a button masher. Even when I do find games that just take button mashing. I usually end up cowering under my bed, especially when I'm playing Nazi Zombies. Then I call my mom to turn off the television because I get myself stuck under the bed.
"Cool, Tweek. I'll meet you at the front of the school, with Craig. I almost forgot, Craig is coming along too if you don't mind."
Hook, line and sinker.
"Really? Well, that's cool. I guess."
The lunch bell rang. I helped Kevin up and ran back to my locker.
Rooting through my cardigan's pocket, I find some cigarettes. I don't mind waiting for people but if I wait for too long, I start thinking. Cigarette's keep my thinking postponed. I just focus on inhaling and exhaling. The burning end comes close to my mouth faster than I expected. I flick the butt into a clump of snow, adjusting my messenger bag. I see Kevin and Craig coming close. I stand still trying to look natural. Trying to look natural will just make you look even more unnatural.
"Tweek. There you are." Kevin waved me over.
I couldn't have been that hard to find. For christ's sake, I'm the tallest kid in the school not to mention my hair makes me two inches taller.
I shuffled over to the two and looked over Craig; he didn't seem as pleased to see me as Kevin was. I gave an awkward chuckle and adjusted my messenger bag again. We walk in this silence Kevin seems to be explaining to Craig what we, they'll be playing tonight.
Before I forget, I text my mother that I won't be home until after dinner. I don't know my mom doesn't mind me staying out until eleven at night just as long as I'm socializing with people.
"Tweek, you shouldn't hermit in your room so much. Get out more." That's what she tells me.
I socialize just enough.
Kevin nudged me and I stuff my phone in my pocket quickly so he doesn't see it.
"I didn't know you smoked, Tweek."
"Why do you think I'm always late for Trigonometry every Thursday?"
Kevin shrugged and kept gesturing animatedly to Craig as he kept listening intently. I shouldn't be this jealous of Kevin but I am. It's not my fault that I'm jealous, actually it is my fault. Whatever.
Kevin trudges up his door steps, and let's Craig and I into his house.
It was your typical South Park household, but it smelt like rice and not the nice minute rice but this putrid haze of something I couldn't put my finger on. Holding in my gags, as we passed the kitchen. Kevin ran in there with anticipation.
"Oh man, you guys are lucky my Mom is making Nian gao."
I feel so privileged, but I think it's actually nausea that I feel. We are so lucky. I trudged up the stairs behind Craig. I was starting to wonder if stairs were getting thinner or were my feet getting bigger. Craig was at the top of the steps and I tried to do this jump step hybrid but it ultimately failed when my toes hooked the edge of one of the stairs I fell up them.
Craig chuckled at my pain "Smooth move, exlax."
"Yes, Ha Ha. Seeing the resident tall kid fall up the stairs. Classic" I sneered.
Craig offered his hand to me, being the suave guy that I am I stuck my tongue out in return and wobbled myself up. Getting to the top step I see Kevin with a steaming container of something. Though my gut, wanted to keep the contents of that container a mystery.
I looked at Craig who just lifted his middle finger in response.
Once we got settled into Kevin's room, I looked to see Star Wars everything in his room. Luke and Obi Wan action figures, posters from every movie even his bed spread had Death Maul on it. I could never ever sleep with Darth Maul on my bed; I have a hard enough time sleeping as is.
Kevin opened the container to reveal pizza bites; on second thought I think my stomach could use food. I grabbed four pizza bites and inhaled them with delight.
"I thought you didn't eat shit." Craig inquired.
I took his tactic and raised my middle finger.
Swallowing I mumbled "I don't eat shit, I eat food. Ass munch."
"Ladies, Ladies." Kevin chuckled. "Why don't we play some Brawl?"
Craig leaned back on Kevin's bed leg and sighed "As long as you don't pick Pit all the fucking time and use that cop out move."
"Aw, come on he's hardcore."
Craig just rolled his eyes.
Well this is fun. Sighing I picked up a controller and watched Kevin setting up the Wii console. Call me old fashioned but I play PC games. Sims and Skyrim are the only things I play. I'd rather be painting.
After two hours of chips and gaming I excused myself thinking if I played one more video game I would explode. Craig looked at his watch and excused himself as well saying something about making dinner for his sister. I believe her name is Ruby she's a sophomore she has light red hair it looks almost pink when she plays volleyball under the giant gymnasium lights. I've only seen her play because I'm a part of the yearbook club.
I waved one last time as Kevin shut the door on me and Craig. I let out a breath of relief rooting out my cigarettes and lighter. Craig just looked at me with a questioning gaze. Placing a cigarette in my mouth, I waved my package slightly.
"Want one?" I offered.
He looked around as he was scouting for people who would see him do something horrid like murder. Holy Fuck. Was he going to murder me? No. He wouldn't do that Tweek.
"Um, I guess one won't hurt." He inquired. Taking one ever so gently, brushing his fingertips around the tip. I wish he'd do that to my dick. Stop woah Tweek red alert. Squeezing my eyes shut.
"It won't." I grinded
Flicking my lighter I inhaled mine with a feeling of euphoria come over me. I flicked it again lighting Craig's he inhaled hard and started sputtering and coughing with tears welling up in his eyes.
"Agh, Fuck. Are you alright?" Patting his back reassuringly, I soothed, with the cigarette in my mouth.
He just made a curt nod. "I'm fine, just can't breathe, you fucker."
"Just relax, don't focus on breathing."
He looked at me with an expression that said "Yeah, I'll get right on that, fuck head."
"What?" I said in defense. "It's not rocket science."
With an exasperated sigh he inhaled on the end of the cigarette again, sputtering a bit less. I guided him to a seat on the curb coaching him to inhale not like his life depended on it. I may not be good at much but I'm pretty good at smoking.
After finishing our cigarettes and started to walk, Craig vowed never to do that again. I giggled and told him that if hung out with me more he'd be chain smoking by the end of next week. He chuckled as well.
Looking at the stars, I yawned.
"Where was Clyde?"
Craig seemed taken aback from this sudden question, he should know by now that I ask random questions.
"Tonight, at Kevin's doesn't he like video games and don't you guys always hang out?" I added.
"He was at basketball practice, and tonight he wanted to go to Taco Bell afterwards." Craig says.
I shuddered. "He'd anything wouldn't he, even a shit sandwich."
Craig shook his head. "Nah, he doesn't like bread."
I tried to hold in the laugh that burst out of my mouth. Craig was funny when you were alone with him, something I hadn't learned in these recent years. He was perfect, perfect.
"Let's play a game." I wheezed trying to recover from my fit.
"A game?" He raised a brow at this.
I nodded "I ask you a question and you answer it and then you ask the question and I'll answer it."
"You can go first." I inquired.
Rubbing his chin, Craig went into deep thought. He crossed his dark brown eyes in concentrations.
"Do you shave?"
I vigorously nodded. "If I didn't, I'd look like a Scandinavian pervert with those like half beards and mustaches."
"My turn." I said. "I'll ask you the same question."
He furrowed his brows "That's not fair."
"My game, my rules." I snipped.
He growled. "I do, my hair's dark so it gets really noticeable and I have major side burns if I don't keep on top of it."
This was a lot more fun than I thought it would be. I liked knowing things that no one else knew about him, I wish our houses were further away.
He asked me another question that surprised me. "Do you like boys?"
I kicked a pebble and looked away from him with pink tingeing my face. "Is it that obvious?" I mumbled.
I looked at Craig with a saddened look in my eyes, I wasn't embarrassed of my sexuality but I did try to not make it so obvious. Maybe I should have thought of that when I made out with Stan at the last party I went to.
Craig shrugged in the most sympathetic way he could. "Tweek, could you help me then?"
I was just confused at this point. "With what?"
Craig grabbed my wrist and pulled me so my ear was lined up with his mouth. I shuddered.
"I like them, too."
At this point I was stammering. "I didn't ask that, man."
"That's not the point, Tweek." He sighed looking down.
Seeing my house, I tried making sense of the situation before we had to part.
"What is?" I questioned
"Teach me, how you deal with liking boys." He looked as red as a tomato.
How do you teach someone to deal with their sexuality? Sexuality is as unique as the person to whom which that sexuality belongs to. I couldn't simply teach him how to just deal with his sexuality. Fuck, I don't how to deal with things period. I ran my tongue over my piercing. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. This was my golden ticket to Craig Wonka's factory and by Craig Wonka's factory I meant his anus.
"Why don't we date each other." I suggested with a coy grin.
"Date each other?" Craig seemed less enthusiastic with the idea.
"Yeah, it will be fun." I beamed.
"Fun?"
"This way you could learn how to deal with your parents when you invite a boy over, maybe dances. Stuff like that." I added.
Craig started to toss around the idea with his mind. "That makes sense."
I could hardly contain myself as we turned up my driveway, skipping with enthusiasm. This was perfect, everything was perfect.
"So?" I grabbed Craig's hands into mine, as we stopped in front of my door.
Craig blinked and the left side of his mouth quirked. "Will you go out with me, Tweek Tweak?"
I breathed out "Yes, Craig Tucker. I will go out with you."
We part and Craig starts down my drive way, he walks out the way we came in. Confused I run up to him before I go into my house.
"Wait, where is your house?" I asked.
"Oh, we passed it about five minutes ago." He pointed.
I grab his face and kiss him. We're going out so this is okay. I've always wanted to do this. He is so soft and he's so pretty and perfect. He's just perfect. I can't deal with it, his perfection.
We part for the second time in about two minutes and I look down at his face to see a particular glow on his face. I smile and jog up to my porch and wave good bye from there. He takes about a minute to turn down the road. Once I can't see him, I let myself into my house and am welcomed by its warmth. Kicking off my shoes, my mommy comes from the kitchen and asks me how today was.
"It was awesome, perfect even." I smiled.
My mom just giggled. "Well, you'll have to introduce him sometime soon."
"Mom, you didn't…" I ran to the kitchen to see the curtains on the window out to my porch were recovering from being stirred.
I screech. "Mom!"
My mom pouts. "Oh, come on now Tweek, I was just peeking."
I put my head in my hands. "It's still really fucking embarrassing."
Even if my mom was teasing me, I couldn't help but be happy. My life was turning around for the better. At this point my life was about to get a lot more interesting to say the least.
"It could be worse." My mom inquires. "I could have caught you two having sex."
"Mom!"
Thank you, Jesus. I finished this hellish chapter. I'm going to start on chapter two right a fucking way. I thought this chapter would be out sooner but turbulence in my personal life. I'd like to personally thank Scarlett. She's a fucking angel. Her writing inspires me to no bounds. Also, I'd like to thank to my biffle Zara even though she won't read this I just love her. Also, I'd like to thank my new friend Ashley. She has the zaniest art and her writing is to die for. Just ah.
Reviewing would be super sweet but you don't have to because I'm a fuck face who never reviews. I should get a taste of my own medicine.
Boop.
Syrina fucking out.
