Trying to get this done before I get lazy again!
POV change, just to fuck with you guys (:
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Dammit Tweek. I don't hate you, I really don't. Why are you so scared of me? I guess it's because I've been such a dick to you right? God, I'm sorry Tweek, please forgive me. Shit, I feel like such an asshole. Enough kids make fun of you already, and I just make your day that much worse. Tweek, I love you, I always have.
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He's walking behind me silently, except for the occasional scream or twitch. My hand touches my chin, still warm from when he touched it in concern. I feel my face warm slightly as we walk into the classroom. "Jesus Christ, were you having sex or what?" Mr. Garrison says. I wish. I flip him off, which he is so used to he doesn't even say a thing, and sit back in my seat. It's just my luck that Tweek sits two rows behind me, there's no way I could look at him without getting caught. I clench my fist so hard that I feel blood trickle between my fingers.
I try not to think about him. I try not to think about the way his eyes are so green that they glow. I try not to think about the way his blonde hair is always messy, yet so soft (I know because I've pulled his hair before). I try not to think about the way his fingers felt against my skin. I try not to think of how no matter how much I try, I still think about him, like a lovesick loser. I decide to let myself sneak just one look at him. He's got his head pressed to his desk, and his eyes are closed. His cheeks are a light shade of pink and he's not twitching. His lips are turned up in a slight smile as he lays there, perfectly content. I find myself staring longer than intended, and Kenny, who is sitting next to Tweek gives me a weird look.
Blushing I turn my head and hide it in my hands. Damn Kenny, damn him. The bell rings and I escape the classroom as quickly as I can. During the rest of my school day, this is all I think about:
Tweek
Tweek
School sucks ass
Tweek
Tweek
My car's flat tire
Tweek
Tweek
Tweek
I can't stop thinking about him. I can not stop thinking about him. I have to see him, it's a good thing I remember where he lives. I shove my phone in my pocket and tug my hat on, flipping my sister Ruby off on my way out the door. It's cold out, and snow is starting to fall. I see Tweek's house in the distance, brown like the coffee he drinks everyday. I knock on the door and his mother answers.
"Oh! Hello Craig, Tweek is up in his room, come right in," She says, opening the door so I can come in. I thank her and walk up the stairs, opening Tweek's door quietly. He is sitting cross legged on his bed, drinking coffee. He's like he was in the classroom, content and serene, I wish I could see him like this more. He opens his eyes slowly, and they widen when they see my standing in the doorway.
"!" He screams, falling backwards and hitting his head on the wall behind his bed. I flinch and rush to help him.
"Tweek. Tweek! It's okay, calm down," I say, rubbing his head. He breaths in deeply, shuddering under my touch. He looks so cute and helpless, and I can't stop myself. I lean in slowly, pausing to look at his face, before pressing my lips against his softly. He gasps and I slide my tounge into his mouth, pushing him down onto the bed. And suddenly he's kissing back, and I am in absolute heaven.
Oh and he really does taste like coffee.
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HA! Cliffhanger (sort of)
I bet you all hate me now!
-is shot-
Update soon.