A two parter! :)

I like thinking about intimacy.

I'm not a slut or anything but I enjoy contact of other people. That type of closeness that you can share with anyone but… you want to share with a certain someone.

My certain someone was Tweek.

It was like I was a sheep in wolf's clothing. I often tried to seem like the knowledgeable one. My mother always said, 'people who are more intelligent often lack common sense'. And I admit, there's still a lot I don't know. With age comes knowledge and yet I know so little.

Feelings especially.

Why did I feel this way? Why was I so attracted to Tweek? It was like little jellyfish swimming around in my stomach… making me feel good and flighty.

I kept thinking back on him… We we're sitting against the building where the local anxiety group meetings were held. That's where we initially met and since our parents were often late to pick us up, we talked a lot. We held hands. We were close. You couldn't find one without the other.

I remember them… His hands were larger than mine. His fingers were long and stringy and they curled around mine awkwardly. Like two puzzle pieces with frayed edges. I was certain he had a form of Marfan syndrome.

But I'm getting off topic.

We shared a closeness that I enjoyed.

We knew each other for a few months… We would often see each other for a bite to eat or a little walk around South Park and sometimes the occasional surprise visit where he worked. And I guess that's all it takes for someone to feel this way… To want to be this close to someone.

I remembered, I was resting against the scratchy brick, my nose stuck a book about the brain. Why? Just because, I suppose.

"Hey Rebecca, what's that?" A certain voice rang out, his breath tickling my neck and my body erupted in nervous shivers.

Tweek scooted in close, nibbling at his cuticles and jittering ever so often. "I-I… I'm doing some reading on neurological pathways. P-a-t-h-w-a-y-s. The brain… I-I like it."

"Oh, uh…Y-you like psychology?" Tweek made an uneasy noise, "Like a therapist?"

I rolled my eyes at the mere mention of the 'P' word. I hate it for more obvious reasons. A certain Freud character and a few founders of the 'P' word really annoy me. "N-not mumbo-jumbo. The actual brain. Pink and squishy. P-i-n-k."

We sat there in the silence. He smelled like coffee. Everything about him was the dark beverage. Tweek was often covered in coffee stains. But that didn't make him any less attractive to me. It made me admire the twitchy, jerky guy more.

Maybe the whole reason he acted the way he did was because of the caffeine? I flipped a page and I could hear his teeth click together as he chewed at the skin on his thumb.

…Or not. Maybe he was strange like I was.

"Hey Becks," he started, inquiringly. "Why do you spelling things all the time?"

"S-spelling?" I set down the textbook, glancing at Tweek. I was almost baffled. Almost. Half the time I forgot about the quirk. "A nervous tic, I suppose. A perk is that… I-I can spell anything. Give me a word. And I'm sure I can spell it."

He scooted even closer and his eyes lit up. "Coffee?"

I stifled a snort at his antics. And mother said boys have only one thing on their mind, it was true! It was the only thing on his mind. "Coffee," I repeated the word in my hands. With eyes clamped tightly, I whispered out letters, "C-o-f-f-e-e."

He still seemed puzzled. Tweek muttered, "Oh… It's better than what I could ever do."

"Some take up painting or writing. I love spelling. It's my favoritest of hobbies-" I felt his hands grasp my textbook, dragging it away from my face, cutting me off.

He was sweet and something about him really stirred a lot around in my stomach. It was feelings I didn't understand. It was like a bunch of jellyfish or, not to be clichéd, but butterflies in a whorl in my guts.

Closeness felt good. Great even.

Tweek's nose brushed mine as he spelt slowly, "K-i-s-s?"

"Y-e-s." as soon as I spelt it, his lips crashed into mine and I-

…

I was interrupted from my thoughts as Tammy snapped her gum, sprawled out on the couch in Lizzy's lap. I held my lips with a flush. I should have concentrated on my college syllabus but I was too busy thinking about the twitchy blonde.

Another new year of college and nothing out of the ordinary…

Lizzy, Tammy and I decided to 'crash' at Henrietta's house. She had gotten plumper lately; actually, she was close to popping! Don't tell anyone but she's pregnant… If it isn't already obvious.

Can you believe it? Twenty-three and Henrietta was sporting a baby bump. I think I read somewhere that a pack of lionesses estrogen levels rise when a female in their group gets pregnant and they will try to conceive as well.

…Or at least I thought I read it somewhere. Don't quote me on that.

The Goth was occasionally rubbing her stomach while Lizzy flipped through channels, all the while letting Tammy drape over the two.

These are my friends.

We're an unwanted bunch, stereotypes abroad.

A slut, a nerd, a lesbian and a Goth. How appropriate.

A vibration echoed from the pink parka's pocket. Lizzy whipped out her phone with a smile, pressing a few buttons. And then, the slut picked up the smell of a boy.

Tammy nearly flung herself upwards and into Henrietta's jaw. "Oooh, is that Han Solo? Are you two shacking up yet?"

Something about the conversation interested me. I took my eyes off the syllabus to the three on the couch.

Lizzy reached a hand out to Tammy's face, pushing her back roughly. "Dude, I'm his Chewbacca. Han Solo's bro. Even if I was having sex with him, I wouldn't be telling you."

Her being the oldest of the group… I never looked up to the brunette. She was the least mature and the most obnoxious. What she thought always came flying out of her mouth.

"Is nobody getting any?" she bellowed, calling out to the skies dramatically.

Suddenly, all eyes seemed to fall on Henrietta. She still dressed the same, maybe a bit turned down with her blackish shawl wrapped tightly around her shoulders and the absence of most of her makeup. The woman glanced at all of us before clicking her tongue. "Fucking conformists… I'm pregnant, I've had my fun."

"Pregnant with the ultimate Justin wannabe, Butters Stotch." Lizzy clicked the remote again, stopping to watch a bunch of women in the middle of a catfight on TV. "That baby is going to be downright evil."

"Best hold your tongue if you intend to keep it." Henrietta hissed lowly, "Butters and I hold a very fruitful relationship that none of you conformists would understand. It's like, desolate and yet hopeful and-"

"Whatever," Tammy scooted off the couch and onto her bottom, landing beside me. She counted off on her fingers. "I'm not getting any, Lizzy isn't getting any, Henrietta did… Ah! That leaves one person…"

Her voice was loud in my ears, radiating in my eardrums. I could feel my hands start to shake. I was very skittish to loud noises. Gun-shy. The loudest peep could send me into a jittering mess!

And Tammy wasn't getting any? Any what? Food? Fun? Water? I didn't understand the lingo. It was very complex and it didn't help that I wasn't very hip-and-with-it either.

"Rebecca!"

My shaking had turned into fully fledged jitters and with it my laptop. It went fumbling off my lap as Tammy crawled her way up to me, her eyes glinting with perverseness. In a last resort, I made myself smaller, curling away. Maybe if I played dead she would go away? "U-uh… Yes?"

"You gotta be getting something, Becks. You are a geek's fantasy for crying out loud!" She crashed into my side, making me hide myself in my hands. "Someone has to be tapping that!"

My eyes peeked out from my fingers as I tilted my head with curiosity. Tapping? Like when you're bored and you tap your fingers on a desk? Or you tap a hammer on a nail? Lingo… "Define that."

"You know, like fucking." She made a 'o' shape with one hand and extended her pointer with the other, poking inside with a devilish smile.

"Define… that." I said, completely clueless but yet curious.

Lizzy grunted from the couch, slapping the channel changer on Tammy's back quite roughly. "Rebecca's too sheltered to understand slang, rug muncher. Try using technical terms like, 'coitus' or 'mating'."

I tilted my head again, bringing a finger to my lip. "I don't u-understand."

"This woman is so infuriating!" Tammy gritted her teeth, "Do you at least have a boyfriend?"

The thoughts of the blonde came back to me and my cheeks heated again. I bit my lips and I started to clap my hands together. "Depends, I guess. I'm… kinda dating someone."

The three moved closer and I just wanted to disappear. "Who?"

"…Tweek Tweak."

"The coffee guy that hangs around that hunk Craig?" Tammy blinked, almost impressed about the blonde. Everyone knew Tweek from his constant shrieking and hair tugging. "Well, are you doing it? Are you sampling his coffee creamer or are you getting the whole coffee pot?"

Doing it… Sampling… Whole pot? What could that mean? Well, my parents say that kissing is off-limits but so are boys. I put two and two together. "Yeah, we kiss all the time."

"Kissing? Jesus fucking Christ-"

"Don't you know?" Henrietta purred in that dark tone of hers, clicking her tongue. "Kissing can get you pregnant."

Wait… wait… Kissing? The act of pressing lips together? Kissing can make someone pregnant?! A shiver ran up my spine and my gut dropped. Oh no… no, that can't be true! I gave Lizzy a panicked look, trying to find some kind of guidance in the matter.

"Yeah! That weird taste when you rub tongues… that's sperm. And it gets you pregnant like… automatically," Lizzy explained with a coy smile. "That's how Henri here got pregnant."

I shrieked, patting my hands together quicker and much more louder. Almost as if I was clapping to congratulate a performance. "Oh my gosh, re-really?! Th-that can't be true! C-a-n-n-o-t!"

"Rubbing tongues is dangerous," Henrietta gestured to her swollen stomach. "I should know."

The girl in the pink parka nodded in agreement. "It's powerful shit. Just a hint of that sperm-saliva and you'll be poppin' out babies in no time."

My head kept craning to the two women. This was an absolute nightmare!

Henrietta asked, humming softly. "Do you feel queasy? By chance are your legs trembling, is your voice quivery and your stomach dropping?"

I felt all those things! I could hardly contain myself as I shouted. "I do! I do!"

"Congratulations! You're pregnant!" Tammy chimed in happily.