The
Boy who Loved Tweek Tweak
II.
Prologue
Me.thod.i.cal
adj.
1.
Arranged or proceeding in regular, systematic order.
2.
Characterized by ordered and systematic habits or behavior.
That's been my life for 18 years. And I've been fine with it. I don't mind change, but I don't think its necessary. Everything is pretty much the same, nothing extraordinary happens in South Park.
That isn't something I ever thought I'd fucking say.
I've been doing everything in moderation. Evening out my days; Sleeping, eating, drinking, smoking and fucking. Perfect.
Well, things are not so perfect anymore. My indifference to my surroundings is waning. All because of that stupid, fucking, twitching, blonde freak.
I lay silently next to girl beside me. Its her bed, her house and she's sleeping soundly, glad someone is. Her breath is coming in slowly. We had our fun tonight and she has satisfied me for the moment. But the moment has past, and I still know what I knew after all these fuck fests. These weren't me, none of them are and they won't ever be me again. The thought somewhat startles me because I am Kenny McCormick. I hate commitment, love no one and I definitely am not supposed to crave someone else's attention, touches, looks, scent...
And of all people it definitely isn't supposed to be Tweek. Its not because Tweek is a guy, I know, everyone knows I'm bi. That was a secret that was released on my birth. I've had my fair share of male company; Craig, Clyde, Butters, Token, who had been a hard snag. The only reason I had pursued him for so long was because Token was black, and everyone knew what black males were known for. It had taken a lot of liquor and a very violent morning the next day, not surprisingly he and I are no longer on good terms.
For awhile I had been fixated on Stan, who could blame me? That toned football players body used to get me hard on the spot. Unfortunately Stan is as a straight as a pole. If he ever did go the way of the gay, Kyle would be his first, which I'm sure of.
I never imagined my eye would land, and linger, on a guy that couldn't be still for a half a second. I faced the ceiling, remembering for the nth time when this...this, thing with Tweek had appeared. It hadn't been sudden, so I don't know why I didn't see it coming. One minute Tweek was an annoying thorn, in my fucking side, the he was tolerable and the next thing I know, all I want to do was drive my fingers through that wild and untamable hair.
Now instead of smirking as Tweek jumps and twitches I smiled affectionately, having to catch myself before anyone notices and says something. Now I've stopped my friends from making comments about the less than calm boy, at least around me. They didn't question my reasoning for wanting to stop the 'Tweek Taunting'. They figured I was bored of it, and they all are really, so they have moved back to Butters.
I find it extremely odd that I find comfort in Tweeks aura when Tweek himself is comforted by nothing at all. Ever. I guess its just his familiarity that comforts me, knowing that he's around and with me. By my side.
I turn my face into the pillow and try hard to suffocate myself, no such luck. I don't want to die. I don't fear death, such a fear would be wasted on me. I just don't want to leave him, leave Tweek.
Why?
I don't know. I wonder if I lov-, No. I'm being ridiculous... and over dramatic. Its Tweek. Tweek.
TWEEK?
Yeah... its only Tweek.
AN: Glad everyone liked the first chapter, so did I! I'm well aware that I have both an introduction and a prologue, but you know what? Writers can do whatever the monkey they want and I would like to exercise that right. Please read and review! Oh and BC, thats the reaction I was hoping for!
Faery Goddyss :D
