"Hey, 'babe'," Tweek says, approaching me. It was lunch now and I had gotten my shit together at this point. But still being around him right now was kind of hard. I'm dealing with shit and all he does is confuse me.

"Hey," I say to him.

"I'm thinking since you want to go out with me we should have lunch together to get to know each other, right? I mean, you think I'm 'hot'."

I glance at the guys walking into the cafeteria and shrug. "Yeah, okay,"

"I don't eat lunch in the cafeteria though. I don't really like people."

Really? I couldn't tell. "Oh. Where do you eat?"

"Well, I don't really eat lunch either. I'm never really hungry but here... look, come with me." He takes my hand and starts leading me down the hall. I gag behind his back and he pulls me up stairs and pass doors around corners until finally we were at a room. He smirks and winks at me, pulling a key out of nowhere, he shoves it into the door, jiggles it, and then pulls the door open. It looks like an empty class room. One that no one's used in a year or two. He sits on a desk and looks at me expectantly.

"What is this?" I ask, curiously.

He shrugs, "No body uses this room anymore so I use it to smoke weed and stuff like that." Wow, blunt. Literally. He looks at me. "You won't tell anyone, though... right?" I nod. "I don't like to be around people so this place is ideal for me."

I go over and sit on the desk next to him. "Okay, so tell me about yourself."

"That's no fair... I already told you a lot about me. You tell me about yourself."

I think about this and I guess he did with the whole eating alone and he told me about how he smokes. "Well, what do you wanna know?"

He shrugs.. "I dunno... tell me about your family."

"My family?"

"Yeah, you have a cute little sister. But I haven't seen her in a while. How's she?" He jumps off the desk and pull a blanket and pull from under the teacher desk. He pushes some desks together and throws the blanket and pillow on top and lays down on his make shift bed.

"Well... I guess she's fine. She's making straight fucking A's. Perfect fucking angel. No one can compare."

He raises an eyebrow. Something he seems to do a lot. "Meow, someone has some sibling rivalry issues... I get it. Well, not really, I'm an only child but I get the whole family thing."

"Yeah, she's always getting praised for her good grades and decisions and opportunities. And I'm always getting shouted at for being a dumbass and not as good as her. It's so fucking stupid. I'm not Ruby so stop trying to compare me to her. I'm not her and I'll never fucking be her!" Damn, wow, there's another thing. I never talk to people about any of my problems. And, yet I just spilled one of the most stressful things I deal with in my life. It's lame but to me it's one of the most stressful things. And I barely know him. Why did I do that? Why do I feel so comfortable with Tweek?

"Yeah..." He looks at me. "You can just talk if you want. Sometimes all you need is a listener. You can talk to me if you want. I'll just listen or if you want I'll talk to."

"Talk about yourself too." I tell him, not really wanting to go on.

"Okay, about what?" He asks.

"What kind of music do you listen to?"

He shrugs, "Rock, obviously. Was that not obvious?"

I shrug. "So do I. I meant bands."

"Oh. Then... um... well... Panic at the disco, my chemical romance, fall out boy, rise against, sleeping with sirens, three days grace, pierce the veil, all American rejects, sick puppies, the neighbourhood... I don't know. a lot."

I thought we might have the same taste. "I like a few of those. What's your favorite color?"

He shrugs, "Blue."

"What about your family?"

He chuckles. "I don't know." He says in a way that tells me he'd rather not talk about it. I glance at him laying on the desks and trace over his figure. What is it about him? That makes me feel so open to him and so attracted to him?

Psh, I'm crazy. He's just an emo freak.

And then we just sit there, quietly for a while until he finally starts talking again. "Hey,"

"Hm?"

"This really isn't a prank or something? You really wanna go out with me?"

"Huh? Yeah. Of course." My back is facing him so I roll my eyes.

"Why though? We never talk to each other and suddenly you ask me out? It seems shady."

I've already thought about what to say to this. "Tweek," I start, "I've liked you for a long time... I was just too shy to say anything. I mean, I'm Craig Tucker. You know? People are always looking at me. If they found out that I was gay and that I had a crush on you then they would completely tear me up... but then I realized none of that mattered to me, not as much as you matter to me... if that makes any sense. Plus, I was nervous. I was worried you'd say no and then I'd just look like an idiot. I'm glad you said yes." I resist the urge to shake my head at my own pathetic lie. Making it seem like I was opening up to him. Like I had had a crush on him for years and he never knew it. Watching him from afar. So fucking gay.

I hear him moving behind me and then he wraps his arms around my torso and rests his chin on my shoulder. "That's sweet. You shouldn't care so much about what other people think though."

"Well, I'm with you now aren't I?"

He shrugs, "We haven't had our date yet. Maybe."

He's such a little punk. I sniff. "You're breath smells like alcohol."

He shrugs. "It would." He lets go of me. "Want some?"

What is wrong with this guy? "You drank at school?"

He snickers, "I drink at school." He corrects me.

"Oh, my bad!" I turn around and he's back over to his make shift bed. "You have a lot of piercings." I point out.

He laughs, "I have more."

I make a face. "More than that?" He nods. "Where?"

He smirks and puts his index finger over his lips. "You're gonna have to find them yourself." Oh god. He can't mean that... I don't even know what he would mean by that. It was obviously sexual but then where are they? "I also have a tattoo."

"Am I gonna have to find that too?"

He laughs. "Nah, I'll show you." He hops off the desk and takes off his vans. He pulls his sock down and on his ankle it's a circle made of words. It says, in cursive, the only way out is through. It's cute.

"Nice. What does it mean?"

"Exactly what it says. My dad used to say it... so it kinda means a lot to me."

"Oh." I look at him, laying on his back, staring at the ceiling. I wonder what happen to his dad. If anything. Maybe nothing happen to him. I don't ask because I don't want to cross the line or anything. But I'm still curious about those other piercings. Jesus. I don't know... Maybe it's a nipple piercing... But wouldn't I be able to see it through his shirt? Jesus. I don't know. I don't want to admit it but it kind of makes me excited. Thinking about him having a nipple piercing or a piercing where no one except his lover would see it...

I'd have to be that then... If I were to see it right?

I mean you just admitted that it excited you so you wanna be right?

This was just a bet right?!

He's a guy, Craig! Even if you were to have a relationship with him. A real one. Then still it would never last.

"Craig, are you a virgin?" Tweek suddenly asks.

"What the hell?!" Why does he want to know that? Why would he ask?! "No!"

"How many times have you had sex?" He asks.

I shrug. "Jesus... so random! Once."

"I bet it wasn't with a guy though, huh?" I nod and he smirks. "So I'll be your first."

"HOW DO YOU FIGURE?!"

He laughs, "You think I'm hot and don't even try to lie! I know that kiss this morning turned you on. You only stopped because you would've gotten hard had we continued, right?"

I shake my head. "You probably were getting hard!"

"You wish I were getting hard." He says and I just huff. "You wish you could just tear my clothes off and ouch all over my naked body until I'm all wet. And then you can take your pants off and rub our-"

"STOP! What is wrong with you?! Jeez..."

"I don't know. You're hot and honestly it's kind of what I wanna do to you." He mumbles. "But I won't scare you away."

"Oh, alright." This guy is crazy. AS IF. I'm not gay. I can kiss him but that's as far as we will EVER go. Hmf.

We just sit there quietly for the rest of lunch when the bell rings he gets up and puts away his blanket and pillow. He glances at me and walks over. He kisses me on the cheek. "I'll see you." He puts something in my back pocket and then leaves.

I blink. I reach for what he put in it and it's the key.