Ch 2

Both of us collapsed on the bed. My breathing was shallow and I was way too self concerned about my heart rate to notice his. I could have a stroke right now. Worse yet, there could be worms inside of me making my heart pump this much and they're eating it away. My hand went to my chest and I could feel the pounding within.

"Tweek-AD-HD-kicks-ass- in-bed," Craig said between gasps for air.

"GAH! Why would you say that? Are you trying to take me apart to find it? Jesus Christ!" I yelped.

"What the fuck Tweek. I was saying that you're a great fucking top because you fuck so fast and long. You neurotic bastard," he said and kissed my forehead.

My heart immediately calmed down and everything in the world slowed. His touch felt so... I can't think of a word for this feeling. Like someone paused the TV then slow-moed it. It felt so nice.

He continued his kissing but they felt different. As if before he kissed me to get something out of me but now it's like he's kissing for the sake of kissing. A small twitch creeped up though and ruined the moment when my teeth smashed into his and a sickening crack came from my nose. Blood gushed down by the bucket load.

"Fuck Tweek, why'd you have to go and make yourself bleed to death." My heart beat nearly stopped as he said that (no pun intended). A huge wave of twitches and spasms coursed through my body and I sorta just freaked out. I knew worms were inside of me and they are now pushing my blood out because they saw the opportunity and took it.

Craig sighed, put on some boxers, and left the room. A spasm made my head jerk to my shoulder and splatter blood everywhere. Craig was gone, and now I was alone. My feet were on the floor and I felt like someone was underneath the bed. I threw myself onto the floor and checked the black oasis. I wasn't satisfied because I couldn't see anything so when I sat on the bed again I lifted my feet up as to protect myself against the shadows. Craig still wasn't back and blood was staining my skin, but I felt too awkward to go anywhere else. It was his house anyway.

Finally after the blood had almost dried he came back with a new shirt, a wet towel, and some paper towels.

"You got it on my fucking carpet, great."

"I'm nngh sorry," I said loudly, twitching about.

"I bet," he remarked sarcastically. After going on his hands and knees he scrubbed the carpet with the wet towel.

Minutes later the blood mostly came up, leaving a light brown tint on his white carpet, and he left the room again. I reached out for the paper towels but then decided to wait for him to give them to me for my nose, which was still bleeding over my chest, my hand not satisfying as a towel at all.

Craig came back again and gave me a brand new towel. It was warm and wet and felt so good on my nose. I tried mopping up the blood around my nose but it started to hurt badly. I gave up and just whipped the blood from my chest and anywhere else it splattered, like my arms.

"Next time, a warning would be nice," Craig complained.

"You're, nngh, not the one with blood spilling from your face. GAH"

"True. But it gives you a sense of macho-ness. I like it," he said, showing his nice side. That part of him doesn't come out very often and when it does it discuses itself as some stupid remark. I liked it though.

"I love you Tweek," he suddenly blurted out, making his mysterious physique transform to that of a small child. He looked innocent and breakable. Maybe it's not really him. Should I ask again about the aliens? Maybe there is something wrong with him after all. Is it my fault? Did I ruin his brain after hitting my head into his?

"Nngh, is there anything, nngh, wrong?" I said lamely. It was all I could think of. Craig blushed, something I had never seen him do before today. I didn't think of it before because I was embarrassed also but now this face looked so foreign. Small spasms controlled my hands so I sat on them. My neck jarred to the left.

"What? No." His face got even redder and he scowled at me. He looked so cute but I didn't know what to say. This was way too much pressure, am I suppose to respond? What should I say. He's looking at me. My face it hot, I need air. Do I really love him? Was this a one time thing? How should I react? Should I be staring back?

I couldn't think of anything to say so I ran out the door. My feet took me to his backyard where I sat in the snow, having only my underwear on. I vaguely wondered where Craig's parents were.

Now my legs are too cold. I stood up and paced. I shuddered and convulsed. Maybe I do love him. But I don't want to marry him. Can guys get married here? I wonder if the mayor likes gays. Do my parents like gays? What if my parents don't love me anymore. Will they try to kill me? If they do I should probably ask Craig if I could live here, which would make it easier to have sex more often. I'm not sure if I like sex though. I did all the work.

I heard footsteps but didn't look to see who it was. I was pretty sure it was Craig. What if it wasn't? That made me scared so I looked up anyway. It was, and he had a blanket. I was know very very very cold and wanted the blanket really badly.

I was confused. He came out here, with a blanket, but he looked so mad. Maybe he hated me too. I twitched and let out a soft "gah" then twitched again.

As if he read my mind he said "I don't hate you."

"Nngh, oh. I don't hate you either," my hands reaching for the blanket. He threw it to me.

"Do you love me back Tweek?" his voice was harsh.

"That, nngh, a lot of pressure man. Jesus Christ I need some coffee," I deflected.