Here you go guys, chapter three. This one's going to be good. Tweek's acting cute again XD Hope you guys like it, tell me what you think. Enjoy!


There's only about a week left till school now. I spend most of my time at Tweek's house. I'll head over at around 10 after I wake up. His mom leaves for work at six am so the door is always open when I go over. I just walk in. Tweek doesn't stay in his room a lot, he mostly just sits in the living room watching TV or drawing.

Tweek loves to draw. He want's to be an artist when he grows up. He hasn't let me see anything he's drawn yet, he's shy about it. I asked him how he plans to be an artist if he doesn't show anyone his work. He didn't answer. The rest of the day was really awkward but when I went over the next day he was back to being himself.

Tweek doesn't really talk much. He doesn't ask me any questions, he just assumes that if there's something I want to tell him I will. He also doesn't answer all of my questions. He'll answer the ones he's comfortable with but if it is out of his comfort zone he'll act as though I didn't ask anything at all.

I haven't told him about me keeping the cat yet, I haven't told him a lot of things yet. Honestly I have a major boner for the guy. Once you look past his... panic-y nature he's really cute. He has little quirks and he's really good looking for a dude. He has smooth legs, not that I've touched them. I just saw them one day when he was wearing shorts, he said that the hair just didn't grow and if it id he'd probably shave it off anyway.

His eyes are really beautiful, they're blue but they're really light and sparkly. Like diamonds or something. His hair is soft too, it's looks really knotted or messy but he spends a lot of time brushing it and it feels nice. He let me brush it once.

Wow that sounded super gay.

Anyways right now we're both sitting in his living room again, he's furiously sketching like he's trying to draw it all before it leaves his memory. I wish I knew what he was drawing. I bet it looks really good, he's fast but his lines look carefully placed and he erases a lot when he knows they aren't perfect. We've been sitting in silence for about an hour now, the only sound coming from Tweek's pencil.

"What are you drawing?"

I don't expect an answer. He never answers when I ask him that.

This time he stops sketching, just staring at it for a while. Probably thinking about whether he should answer or not. He thinks about answering a lot of things I ask and he normally doesn't end up responding but this time I hear him choke out something. I didn't quite catch it though, despite me listening for all I'm worth.

"What was that?" I ask calmly, if he feels too pressured he wont say it again and I don't want that.

"I s-said, you," he looks up from the paper to look at me.

"Can I see it?" I ask.

He shakes his head.

"Okay," it doesn't bother me, I want to see it. I really really want to see it, but I know if I pressure him I'll never see it. This way maybe he'll show me one day.

"Do you have any plans for this weekend?" I always as him this on Thursdays, but I always get the same answer.

"Y-yeah."

What? That's not the answer!

"What?"

"I h-have plans," he says going back to sketching.

"Doing what?" I ask, I'm curious. I've never seen Tweek leave the house.

"P-party," he smiles knowing I wouldn't expect that.

"You little shit, leave me all alone why don't you," I stick my tongue out even though he's not looking.

"Y-you can c-come too," he stops his pencil and holds the drawing arms length from his face to get a good look at it before signing it and closing his pad, looking back at me.

"Where?" I honestly only go past Tweek's house when I jog, aside form that I stay at my or his house.

"H-here," he gets up and grabs a paper from the table beside him and hands it to me.

It looks like a flyer but it's addressed to Tweek, its for a party at a Token Black's house. I'm not entirely sure what I expect of this but I have nothing else to do.

"You sure I can come?"

He nods, "I a-asked," he smiles.

"Okay, I'll go," I say taking a picture of the thing with my phone so I know the address.

"B-bring a s-swimsuit," he sat down next to me, his hand found its way to mine.

Tweek likes physical contact, he hugs and holds hands and kisses cheeks. Not just mine to my disappointment. He isn't new here so he actually has friends to hang out with sometimes even though most of his time is spent with me. He works too sometimes, in his parent's shop.

I should really go there sometime, I still haven't met Tweek's dad but I know what he looks like from all Tweek's photos and he seems like a nice guy. Just a bit of a workaholic.

Tweek's mom got home at around two today, she invited me to stay for dinner and I declined because I stayed last time and I don't want to mooch of of them for her wonderful cooking.

Me and Tweek still hung out for a while after she got home, we sat in the living room for about half an hour, Tweek had his head in my lap and we were still holding hands as we watched an episode of Red Racer. My favorite TV show that I'm forcing Tweek to watch, which isn't hard because he ended up liking it almost as much as me.

After it ended Tweek's mom said dinner would be ready in about ten minutes and told Tweek to walk me out. He did and we stood on the porch for a minute or two before I said, "see ya" and turned to head home.

He tugged on my sleeve a bit and I turned back, "Yeah?"

"D-don't forget, p-party tomorrow," he still held my sleeve, as he would until he was done talking to me.

"I won't, I can drive us there if you want," I offer.

He nods and lets go.

He never says good bye, like I said he doesn't say anything unless you ask him something and if he has something to say he'll get your attention so you end up asking him about it.

"See you tomorrow," I say heading back to my house.

Once I open the door I'm greeted by my sister chasing Twitch around the house. Great.

I ignore her and head to my room, I get out a swim suit and put it on my desk so I wont forget it tomorrow, then I surf the internet before I go out for my jog.

Tweek's door is closed, it's weird seeing it like that whenever his mom's home. I gave up on closing it a while ago and I'm amazed that his mom can make him leave it closed. She must be magic.


How was it? Excited for the next chapter? I am, Update will be 11-21-12. I love you guy, reviews and requests are always welcome.