Chicken Thursdays

by Unlucky-charm

On Thursdays, he had him all to himself, at least just for a while. He might never have the oppurtunity or the pride, but one day, he will show him much more than he has seen...with the help of Tweek of course. It's the second time I'm posting this because it had been removed from the site. Rated M for later chapters.

6. Cookie Dough

Cookie Dough

Chapter 6

By, the Unlucky-Charm

Last. Fucking. Straw...

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"Subtle..." The words left my mouth in a dangerous whisper that cut through the room.

In a swift movement that wouldn't usually go with a personality like mine, my leg swung over his body, pulling my pelvis along to cradle his hips. Pushing away the amazement in my own actions, I decided to take advantage of the involuntary movements my body had decided to make. There was an uncontrollable flame that had lit up and it was about to reduce me to ashes if I contained it any longer.

I narrowed my eyes at him, sneered and scraped my teeth against each other.

"C-Craig, what are you...?"

"Do you even know what you DO to me?" I asked him. My voice came out as a growl; not one of an angry man, but of an animal.

I couldn't get myself to look away or even blink; missing a millisecond of that face was not an option. My eyes watered and I narrowed my eyes. I refused to acknowledge them as tears; there was no way I was crying.

"You have no idea." I spat, digging my fingers into his shoulders. He flinched but didn't break his gaze. He couldn't move, but he wasn't even trying to squirm. In fact, his body had gone completely still.

"Craig." He whimpered.

"DON'T say my name like that, man!" I begged, lowering my head, the strand of my bangs brushing gently over his chest. "Fucks me up!"

My body was shaking against his fully tensed one and I couldn't get it to stop. I felt pressure against my chest every time I breathed and I prayed to God that he couldn't feel it. What difference would it make anyway? The words that left my mouth must have freaked him out enough, I don't want him thinking I'm 100% crazy... 99 was enough already.

"Hey are you okay?" He whispered. The fear I heard in his tone ripped my heart apart, but I knew that opening my lids to see his sincere expression would surely grind the muscle into even smaller pieces.

"I'm laying on top of you, I should be absolutely ecstatic." I grumbled emotionlessly. My eyes were still shut tightly; eyelashes against the materiel of his shirt. I had to avoid those green orbs, because chances were, that if I looked up, they would be staring straight through me... like they always did.

"Am I supposed to understand why?" He asked, somehow remaining his considerate self, even if it were for the guy pinning him down at the moment.

"Well I didn't want you to, but you kind of cracked me here."

God, I sounded pathetic with my voice shaking like that. My back was starting to hurt, but damn it I had to hold on. I loosened my grip on him and ended up shifting my hands to rest along his arms on the floor. Feeling suddenly weaker, I resisted the urge to cling to him all the more; let my support fall and my chest fall on to his. Despite the fact that I had the upper hand, he had been the one all this time, who was holding me up.

He wasn't answering after that and the reality of his knowing finally filled me up with panic and fear. Similar to when I found out Tweek was hospitalized but this time, it was less urgent. At this point, I wanted nothing more than to go back in time and be able to control myself instead of attacking him like I did. It hurt like a bitch because I knew that was impossible. All these walls I had built were falling one by one and I slowly became so very disappointed in myself for having let all that work go to waste. All the blushes, the boners, the excuses for physicals contact that I did such a good job in shielding from him; all in vain. Why? Because I was kind of pinning him down to the floor at the moment.

"Hey, I don't mean I don't like having you around, I just don't get what's so special about..."

Like the monster I was about to become, I slowly raised my head up to face his for the first time. The distress had been taken over by the sudden anger that flowed inside my veins, burning through my skin and melting any other thought or emotion that dared trying to stand out at the time. I loved him. And the one thing I wouldn't stand for, is him questioning it when he doesn't even have a fucking clue. My face must have been scary because a gasp left his lips and cut his sentence short. God, he was cute. Terrified, but cute. I amazed myself how I could think so fluffily when having such a furious frown on my face.

"Kyle." I whispered dangerously. "Right now, I'm looking into your gorgeous fucking eyes and telling you that you, you sexy assed bastard, are the closest thing to perfect that this godforsaken world will ever know." I spat.

"D-don't be ridiculous. No one's perfect, okay? N-now, please –"

I didn't let him speak. My body jerked forward, bringing my face parallel to his. Our noses were 3 inches apart and oh my God, did I really feel like doing a push up. I felt the cowardly stoic bastard in me die because clearly these weren't the actions and words of such a person.

3 inches and I would be kissing Kyle. 3 inches, and I would be a new person.

"Listen Broflovski: I didn't say you were. Sure, you have exactly two flaws, although those can be brushed off as 'cute' if you ask me." I told him, at this point, just letting the words flow out without thinking twice, just like my brain intended them to.

"Flaw number one." I announced and dropped down an inch. "You don't even REALISE how goddamn amazing you actually ARE and manage to fuck up my brain without even KNOWING IT."

His face turned red and the fire in his eyes died out a little. He softened at my words, but I doubted he'd fully give in. Oh no, not my fiery redhead. Probably wracking his brain this second to find a logical explanation to my 'unnatural behaviour'.

"Flaw number two." I said and dropped down another inch. I grinned deviously at our closeness and narrowed my eyes into a smoulder. "I'm laying on top of, with our faces too close for comfort and I can bet that you still aren't getting the message. Everything in your adorable innocent mind is nice and clean isn't it?" My hot breath bounced against his mouth and back to me.

I began to slowly lower myself down. Kyle shut his eyes tightly and turned his face away from mine. I should have been hurt by that, but I wasn't planning on kissing him anyway. Tears welled up in my eyes without me realising and my lips did nothing more than glide as lightly as a feather over his cheeks and to his ear. In a broken voice, I whispered.

"I'm sorry Kyle, but my motives are anything but nice and clean."

"You did WHAT!" Tweek, with good reason, shrieked at me.

I wasn't going to repeat myself; I knew he heard. Every time I went over those events, even in my mind, a part of me felt suicidal.

"I'm sorry." I muttered and buried my head back into my knees, which have been folded against my chest for the past 20 minutes.

After my temporary insanity at Kyle's house, I simply stood up and walked out. The previous events were almost as unreal as a dream to me, as if they had never really happened. I walked home and once in my room, that's where I broke down. The confident grinning disappeared when I realised what the fuck I had just done. I guess something inside me wanted me to get home before pushing me off the edge. I called Tweek over immediately and now, here he was, absolutely furious with me.

"Eat it." He ordered.

With him he had brought a whole tube of cookie dough, claiming that's what people were supposed to eat when they were upset. I lowered my eyes and obeyed, taking a huge bite out of the raw pastry.

"I didn't mean to attack him like that." I said. "He just...provoked me."

I couldn't believe I was actually explaining myself Tweek Tweak. God, I have a come a long way since a few weeks ago; I have these 'feelings' now.

His eyes twitched as he blinked at me for a few seconds before slowly shaking his head.

"Wait, what?" He asked. "Craig, I'm proud of you for making that move."

"Wait, what?" How could he be proud? "Then why are you pissed?" I glanced at the cookie dough in my hand. "And why do I have to eat this?"

"I'm pissed BECAUSE you, my dear idiot, failed to tell him how you really felt even after pulling all that shit!" He paused and pointed at the pastry. I stuffed another piece of cake into my mouth. "After practically dry humping him to the floor, couldn't you just add, 'oh, by the way, I fucking LOVE you'?"

"I didn't dry hump him." I whispered in my defence.

"Oh SORRY." He said sarcastically.

"Tweek, what was I supposed to do?"

"Not running off would have been a good start, don't you think?" He was clearly not going to get over this any time soon.

Tweek would get angry and yell at soap opera characters knowing they couldn't hear him, so he was twice as enraged now since I actually COULD hear him.

He sighed. "Ngh –I understand how what he said bothered you, but you can't expect him to just get how you feel. Communication; that's what you need." He softened, but there was still a sternness in his tone. I knew he'd help me fix it (that's why I called him over), but if I messed up again, I was dead.

"Tweek, I can't just go from quiet asshole to fucking Romeo confessing his love for that other stupid bitch." He opened his mouth but I held my hand up. "I know it doesn't seem hard to you, but making such a big step is not easy for me."

Tweek giggled and shook his head at me. He sat down on my bed and began running his hand behind my back.

"I disagree. I think you can." He said and lay his head on my shoulder.

"How come?" I humoured him.

"Sorry Craig, but my motives are anything but nice and clean." I felt his hot breath against he side of my face as his husky voice invaded my ears...you know, as husky as Tweek's voice could get.

"Shut up!" I pushed his now laughing face away and pouted like a child. "I was horny okay?"

"Of course you were, you were dry humping him." He said as a matter of factly, topped with a snobbish flip of his hair.

"I wasn't dry humping him!" I shouted. No, seriously, I wasn't.

"Whatever. Question is, what's your next move?"

"Avoid him for the rest of my life, wait for him to develop Alzheimer disease and then seduce him once he doesn't remember me." I buried my face into my palms because that truly was going to end up being my only option.

"Good luck with that since he's coming over here on Thursday."

Thursday...?

"Why would he... –Oh shit! No! He can't!" This sudden realisation hit me hard and I began to worry. "AGH! Tweek what do I do?" I slammed my knuckles on my thighs.

"I told you a BILLION times! TALK. TO. HIM. " He grabbed my shoulders and began to shake me. "Kyle is not just a piece of meat! He's a SEXY and very SMART piece of meat! You of all people should know that! You're best option is to use some fucking WORDS!" He stopped and looked straight at me as if he were contemplating something. "Should I slap you? Like, it'll make all this look much more dramatic. Oh! Like in that movie –"

"No."

"Fuck you."

I pulled away from him and checked the digital clock on my bedside table. It was almost ten o'clock and an overwhelming anxiety gripped my chest. In less than 12 hours, I would be at school and then another 24 hours later, it would be Thursday, meaning a full day with Kyle alone. For once, I was not looking forward to that.

Don't get me wrong, I was dying to see him again, but that was only the curious side of me who wanted to see his reaction. The regular emotionless side wanted to stay home. How could I face him after that?

I went over what happened for the thousandth time and I grunted for the millionth. His face was inches from mine, our gazes melting together and our breaths brushing against our faces. My hand roamed upwards and hovered over my mouth, unconsciously letting my fingertips brush against my dry lips. They had touched Kyle's cheek, barely, but it still counts. His skin was soft as expected and he smelled absolutely delicious. Could that count as butterfly kisses? I don't really care because, call it what you want, it wasn't enough for me. I needed to taste him.

I grunted again as the scene continued to play out and the Craig in my head ruined the moment by being a verbal pervert and raping Kyle's ears. On top of it all, it was a lie. Not all my motives were as dirty as a I told him. I've fantasized so much about simply kissing him, holding him and taking in his scent I swear I could secretly be a teenage girl. I have so much to tell, so many things I've gone over so that they would be perfect, but I never thought I would ever have the chance to tell him. However, when the chance miraculously appears in front of me, I mess it up and dry hump him to the ground! (I swear I didn't though).

"Hey Stan!" I heard the person by me say. My self implied guilt trip would have to take a rain check. Tweek was on the phone and I had to listen in, especially since the person on the other end was a certain redhead's best friend.

"I'm fine. Um, I just wanted to know if you'd like to do something tomorrow? Like coffee?" He stopped and began to nod. "Mmhmm, yeah sure, after school." He paused again. "Wherever. Alright then, see ya'." He folded his fingers and pushed the phone shut.

"Tweek, what the fuck?" He better have a good enough excuse for what he just did.

"Killed two birds with one stone." He shrugged. "Now we know that Kyle didn't tell Stan about what a douche you were and now I have a date." He giggled and twirled a strand of blonde around his finger.

"Wait, like a date, date?" I asked, getting this question out of the way before I bombarded him with more.

"No dude, I can't really do that now can I? He's fucking Stan Marsh." He scattered his thin arms and rolled his eyes as if I was Mr. Obvious.

I wanted to tell Tweek to stop talking about the guy as if he was a celebrity, but those would be the words of a hypocrite who believed Kyle Broflovski was a God.

Tweek ran a few fingers through my hair, fixing it up from the gazillion times I stuffed my head into my palms in frustration.

"I'll get some shit out of him." He reassured me. "He's bound to spill."

We got to school late because I had forgotten to make Tweek his coffee in the morning and the twitchy asshole absolutely refused to leave my house with an empty thermos. I didn't mind because going to school was something I was truly dreading and being late just meant less time having to desperately avoid Kyle. As much as Tweek thought it was the stupidest way to approach the problem, I had decided that that would be the safest way to go and other than that, I had taken other precautions as well. For instance, I was wearing very dark and boring clothes today so I could hide in a crowd. This idea was stupid because not only were there not enough students attending the damn school for a crowd to actually form, but I seriously looked like a Goth kid, which bothered me more than the previous reason.

Tweek had sensed my dread and had comforted me, reminding me that I had no classes with him and that it would just be like a month ago when we never spoke. All I had to do was not stare at him or search for him in the hallways. My one and only fear was that HE would confront me himself. In that case, there really is no running away, but other than that I didn't know what the fuck else to do if the situation arose.

"You'll be fine." Tweek kept repeated on the walk to school. Of course, he was much more mellow now that he had his coffee.

And he was right. I was fine. I went through the boring day like boring old Craig Tucker. Absolutely nothing happened and the only thing even remotely close to Kyle that I saw was Eric Cartman and he's kind of hard to miss in the first place. So like I said, I went through the day without my daily dose of Kyle. I felt like Tweek without coffee and right before the last break ended, my eyes had wandered off around the room on their own, searching for anything of a dark fiery orange color or green, in case he was wearing his hat.

"Stan kept looking at me." A voice which belonged to Tweek randomly announced from behind me. My eyes immediately began to dart around the corridor; Stan meant Kyle right? But once I realised what I was doing, I stopped myself, even though it was too late to cover up because Tweek was smirking at me with an amused look on his face.

"I meant in class." He added. "They're not here now."

"Yeah, yeah I know." I grunted and ran my fingers through my hair.

"You don't seem to."

I sighed. "Why was he staring at you?" I humoured him, because honestly, I couldn't care less.

"How should I know!"

"Do you like him?" I asked without looking at him because my gaze was busy scanning my surroundings for you know who again.

"No! But I'd like to think he likes me." Tweek settled his index finger on his chin as if he was seriously considering the thought.

"No way Tweek, I mean seriously, he's fucking STAN MARSH." I mimicked his blonde gossip girl voice, which he did not enjoy at all.

"Shut the fuck up! I do NOT sound like that!" He whined and hit me over the head with his notebook.

"No, I just suck at impressions, but you WOULD say something like that, though." I said in my defence, to which Tweek rolled his eyes.

"Well OBVIOUSLY I would, Craig! He's Stan Marsh!"

This kid was unbelievable. I wondered if he actually realised that Stan Marsh was as dumb as shit and was only good for throwing and catching balls? I wondered how Tweek would react (or if he would react at all) if I told him I had more respect for him than fucking 'Stan Marsh'.

The bell rang and we were back into our classes and then, before I knew it, the day was over, leaving me to escort an excited Tweek home to prepare. Sometimes moments like these made me realise what huge low lives me and Tweek are. We never go out much; just hang around together really. Whenever we chilled with other people it would either be a coincidence, because we were madly in love with the person or if that person happened to be 'fucking STAN MARSH'. And in case you are wondering, no I am NOT letting the Stan Marsh thing go. Ever. It is absolutely ridiculous and I will abuse it's stupidity for my amusement for as long as I can.

"Van Gogh." Tweek said right before turning the curb that lead to his street.

"What the fuck about him?"

"You have a project." He said, his big green eyes watching me, waiting for a reaction.

"Shit..." I hissed and that made him laugh his little ass off. The jackass.

This time, it was both my hands that made a grab for my hair, pushing my hat backwards on my head. I had completely forgotten about that thing and who my partner was. Well obviously it was Kyle Broflovski or else I wouldn't be on the verge of a meltdown right now.

"Anyway, see ya'" Tweek called from his doorstep. I hadn't even see him walk up the stairs.

"You're just leaving me here?" I called back, although it was more of a joke. He was enjoying my misery, I could tell.

"Yep! Wish me luck!"

"Screw you! I'm the one in need of fucking luck!"

With a devious giggle and a wave, he stepped in and shut the door behind him. Motherfucking Stan Marsh had no idea what he was getting into.

On the way home, I was alone, which was a green light for my mind to wander, by consequence leading to some ideas I shouldn't be having. During the fucking fine evening, Tweek would be with Stan, meaning he wouldn't be with me, meaning I will have no one to keep me from doing something stupid. I could see it happening; me pacing around the room stressfully, eyeing my phone, giving in and calling Kyle. I don't know what I would tell him though, even in my fantasy, I was completely speechless.

So instead of torturing myself with semi possible hypothetical situations, I began to make a list of things to do once I got home in order to keep my mind busy, off of you know who and you know what that happened between us.

First off, I'll cook, then I'll do my homework, I'll feed Stripe, I'll take a nap and by then, Tweek would be home so I could call him.

The first part of my plan went fine. I cooked for Ruby and my parents even got home early. We ate together at the table, something we hadn't done in a while.

"It's delicious, Craig." My mom complemented followed by a grunt of approval from my father. Might as well enjoy it because that was the only approval I'd be getting from the likes of him.

We didn't say much else to each other, which was normal on a table full of Tuckers.

"How was that tutor of yours by the way?" My mom asked, pointing her fork at Ruby as she swallowed. Kyle had been over about a week ago, but we hadn't been able to talk about it since then. We don't really tell each other much in this family.

"He's perfect mom." Ruby crooned and swayed in her seat. "He's amazing." I was going to punch her.

"That Kyle is in your class boy?" My dad asked after glancing at Ruby in disgust.

"Yeah..." I muttered. "You know the guy is super smart. I mean, if Ruby is having trouble with anything else maybe he should come here more often, you know?" I said as casually as I could, which was already hard because the simple fact of me even talking came off as odd.

My sister's face lit up in a mix of joy and surprise at my suggestion. Once again, the bitch had mistaken my intentions. I was NOT being nice to her.

"Wow Craig. This is the second time you say something like that." My mother said suspiciously and arched an eyebrow. She was on to me, but confiding in her was out of the question. Wait, was this actually the second time I was saying something like this? Sure, it wasn't the first time I said Kyle was smart but was I making that obvious? Or maybe my mom has this weird ass intuition... If not, she definitely will if I keep staring into the emptiness like this.

"He's smart, I'm just saying."

For the rest of the meal, she didn't stop watching me. I could almost feel her motherly instincts analysing me. Fuck, I shouldn't have spoken.

After dinner, I volunteered to do the dishes which was another wrong move on my part. I hated doing the dishes, my mother knew that, but I insisted anyway. Mindless disgusting tasks numbed out the mind and right now, emptying my head of all though was my top priority. Unfortunately, I was now faced with new problem.

"Is Kyle your friend?" She was a Tucker. She didn't even bother being subtle. See, when the rest of the family left for their respective rooms, she stayed behind with me. "Does he actually like you?" Yep, that's my mom; as straightforward as ever.

"I guess... we hang out sometimes." I answered. "He's a nice guy, you know. He's not a complete douche, is what I mean. He likes me for some reason but I don't know why. I've literally asked him but he's just as puzzled as I am as of why I like him. He thinks it's weird because I don't really like anyone or bother trying to. I messed up recently though, I should probably apologize to him since –"

"SINCE," She cut me off. "you really seem to like this boy."

I was thankful she didn't let me go on since I definitely would have and ended up revealing more than needed but damn it, my mom was easy to talk to and that's kind of what I needed at the moment! It's not like I announced my love for him, I haven't even come out to my parents yet. No harm in just claiming I like him, right?

"Yeah, he's cool." I muttered, drowning my voice with a plastic cup I intentionally dropped to the floor 'by accident'. "Oops."

I bent down to get it, but a hand beat mine and picked it up.

"Craig honey, why don't you go do your homework, okay?" Damn it, she knew. Her voice said it all. It was patronizing and slow, making me look like a crazy person.

"Alright mom." I obeyed because if I didn't, I would just have to talk to her more and my mouth seemed to be having its fun tonight.

I went upstairs and the second I stepped into my room, I instantly knew that homework was one thing left untouched tonight. However, I did feed Stripe, even though that took me a minute to do even though I had made it a point to walk really slowly when fetching his snacks.

After having given my school bag one last considering look before giving up completely, I simply stuffed in my earphones and began listening to whatever popped up on shuffle mode. From upbeat to downright depressing; I listened to it all until Kyle decided to make his way into my mind. I mean, seriously, it's been like exactly 10 minutes I haven't thought of him. We can't have that now can we? Hell no. The superior forces of the universe enjoyed seeing me suffer with these thoughts, they were just on a coffee break. Alright forces, bring it on.

And there he was. Kyle Broflovski. In my head, being his adorable smiling self. To think that right now, he was somewhere in this tiny town doing God knows what. If I were in any other town, I wouldn't be thinking this, but seeing as South Park can fit into my palm, it just made him seem all the closer to me. Not to mention that, barely two blocks away, Tweek was having coffee with the great and amazing Stan Marsh and possibly talking about Kyle or maybe even me. Maybe even Kyle AND me! I hope they're not, that would seriously creepy. I flipped that thought off and realized I hadn't done that in a while. You know, the flipping people the bird thing. It felt good, as if I had regained some kind of important part of my identity. Like an ex-smoker having a nice cigarette.

Since I had rejected the idea of Marsh and Tweek talking about us, my mind shifted to just...us, instead. My brain was playing the 'what would you do' game with me, where scenarios would rush around with images of the both of us in situations with the same question being asked from deep in my subconscious: what would you do if...

What would I do if Kyle was here now. If he were laying down on my bed with his head in my lap. He would be tired after a long day at school and so would I, although I know for a fact that Kyle gets tired really easily. His eyes would be fluttering shut, but he'd fight them because I was watching him and he didn't want me to see him asleep. I would run my fingers through his hair, something I always wanted to do and then I would whisper to him, telling him to go to sleep because he was clearly exhausted. He'd give up eventually and snuggle up against my leg and then I'd just look at him all night. Best part is, I know I would. I wouldn't take my eyes off him for as long as he was there. I mean, how could you look away from something so beautiful and peaceful. It's so frustrating because he would be there, next to me. I wouldn't know what to do; whether or not to keep it chaste or just attack him. I want both but I don't know how to make that work!

God, Kyle! AGH! I swear, if only this boy KNEW what he did to me, maybe he would understand why I tackled him the other day. Maybe he'd understand why I had chosen him over everyone else on this fucking planet and maybe he'd understand why there will always be this nervousness in me, along with a blush on my cheeks when he was around. He fucked me up. He made me soft. He literally BROKE everything Craig Tucker was and rebuilt it into...THIS. I don't even know what THIS is! I love him. And if that's what 'this' is, so be it. I love Kyle Broflovski and I haven't denied it before, I won't start denying it now. I love Kyle and I will use it against him if he ever questions me ever again. All I need, is an opportunity.

My phone rang.

"Yes?" I grunted.

"Craig! Agh –It's me!"

It was Tweek and he was making his weird noises, meaning something was up. He was whispering into the phone in a frantic tone.

"Tweek, what the hell? Where are you?"

"In the bathroom. I finally got away from them!"

I snorted. "Oh, so you're not enjoying your date with the fabulous Stanley Marsh? Well then, didn't I tell you –Wait, them who?" He said them right? Right?

"Kyle's here you fucking faggot! Stan thought you were coming too!" He almost fucking yelled into the phone. I could just see him now, alone in the bathroom, clutching the device in both hands and twitching all over the place.

"What the hell am I supposed to do?" I asked. It wasn't really that late, but it was pitch dark outside.

"Get your ass over here!"

"Tweek, won't that look just a little suspicious?"

"Who gives a fuck! The guy came for you, it's obvious!" His voice, I could tell, had gone into gossip mode. "You should've seen him Craig! He was SO disappointed when I told him you wouldn't be joining us! So cute!"

He rambled on about some other shit concerning Marsh that I didn't really care about. I had heard what I needed to hear, but question was, how much of it should I believe? Was he actually disappointed? I couldn't help the smile that spread on my lips, but I let it happen; no one could see me, anyway. From the other end of the phone, I heard a door creek.

"Oh my God!" Tweek gasped. "He's leaving!"

"Who?"

"Kyle! I'm spying on them from the bathroom! Fuck you Craig, you better make a move RIGHT now! I'm brining myself to a new low for you and I REFUSE to be called a stalker in vain!"

Tweek was scolding me through the phone, but I couldn't care less. What was important, was that he was right. My heart began to race and I suddenly felt pumped up. I wanted to run and that's what I'd do. It was 8 and there's no way Kyle would actually go someplace else at this hour. He was definitely headed home. With Tweek's voice still spewing out words into my ears, I grabbed my hat and jacket, manoeuvring my body awkwardly to put them on without the phone falling.

"Bye Tweek." I said and shut the phone in the middle of one of his sentences.

I stuffed the device into my pocket and spun in a circle, checking if I had forgotten anything else. Damn it, I should have cooked something! How the fuck was I supposed to know this was going to happen! I rushed downstairs with the hopes of a box of cookies having been left untouched. No such luck. I looked in all the cupboards and the I raided the fridge as well, still nothing. Maybe I could get something on the way, but fuck I didn't have much time! I had to get there before he did and... –I'm a genius.

The tube was cold in my hands but that was the only cool part of my body. I felt like I was burning with adrenaline as I pounced out the door and began running over the ice covered sidewalk. I ran fast but carefully in order not to slip and fall. My mind had gone blank and the only thing remaining was a) running and b) my destination. It was only when I slowed down in front of the Broflovski household did the thought explode and take over. Holy shit, I was going to see Kyle.

He would be getting home soon, so how will he react when he sees me on his doorstep? It's not like this happens every day! He might even think I'm some kind of freak, or maybe he already does and this 'romantic' act of mine will just confirm his hunches. I'm going to have to keep a distance too because if he even brushes by me, I'll probably die or worse, jump him again. The memory of the other day had followed me like a cloud of guilt, but now I felt like it was being replaced by the compressing feeling in my gut. I felt like my insides were huddling together in my stomach, making me nauseated and dizzy. My heart was going crazy and all I wanted to do was glance down the street to see if he was coming. I didn't though. I turned my back to the sidewalk and watched his house. Judging by what I had in my hands and the way I was just standing, the neighbours would surely think I was insane. I wish Kyle would get here...I'm freezing.

"What the hell are you holding?" Shit. That's his voice. Shit. Where the fuck is mine?

He couldn't see my face, but my mouth dropped open and the words were nowhere to be found. I made some small noises, but I wasn't sure if he heard them. My lips moved on their own until finally, some meaningful noise came out. I swear, my vocal chords are like an old lawn mower; they take some time to start up.

"Cookie dough." I stated.

"Why?" I turned around.

I couldn't read the expression on his face, but I can tell you it wasn't fear. His shoulders were slumped and he was shivering. His hands were in his pockets, despite them being gloved, it didn't seem to be keeping him warm. His cheeks were reddened by the cold and his teeth were chattering behind his dried lips. Unconsciously, my tongue ran over my own and he barely frowned. Okay, so if he decided to be scared now, I would totally understand. Two seconds into this act of 'romance' and I was already being a pervert thinking of eating him up.

"You want some?" I offered, tilting the tube towards him. He shrugged and walked over.

The only light was the one coming from the street lamps and it gave his skin some kind of glow. As he walked to me, his last step was hesitant but brought him closer than necessary . One more step, and the dough would be squashed between our chests. An image of me eating cookie dough off of him flashed through my mind, but I pushed it away before it got clearer and in consequence, made me lose control.

His features were clearer now, except for my favourite part. His eyes were lowered to the ground and kept shifting from left to right, as if he was following a bug on the floor. He chewed at his lip and seemed to be breathing deeply. His breaths got faster and faster and then just stopped before going back to normal. His eyes darted upwards and stared straight into mine. They were gorgeous and made me turn to jell-o. My lips parted the smallest bit, in awe. Why was he so perfect, it wasn't fair to the rest of the world. It's as if God gave him everything good and made the rest of us with leftovers. That bastard...

"Aaaah."

Just when I thought I had made a daring move coming to his house with cookie dough, the unexpected happens, kicking me hard in the balls once again. Kyle had leaned into me, now an inch away from my face, with his mouth wide open. I swallowed hard and curse my tights pants. At this point, I was almost certain he was doing this on purpose. His pink tongue was exposed, along with his perfect teeth. I fought the urge to stuff something else in there other than the pastry.

I pulled a piece of dough from the side with my trembling bare fingers and then slowly popped it into his mouth, making sure that I did not come in contact with anything that would...provoke me.

When I pulled my hand away, I watched as he shut his mouth and began swirling the piece around in his mouth, letting it melt. My lips had parted all on their own now and my eyes had gone dry from the lack of blinking. When he licked his lips, I went completely still and swallowed loudly, my steady gaze still stuck on him like glue. I saw him frown and I saw him narrow his eyes at me, but I didn't care. I mean, there was really no use hiding much anymore. Everything was practically out in the open, but oh my God did I want to kiss him right now. I could if I wanted to. No one was around and it was dark, it would be perfect. Unfortunately, that's not what I had come here for.

"I need to talk to you." I blurted.

"Yeah, I figured." He said and walked by me to sit on the stairs of his porch. He patted the space next to him, so that's where I sat with our thighs and shoulders touching. My knee began to bob up and down and my fingers intertwined and fiddled with each other. "Craig." He said and I froze. His hand was on my knee and the other was on both of mine. He hated when I did that and he knew it was only when I was nervous. It would have been so much easier for me if he just guessed what all of this was about; if he just figured it out. That would have been perfect. Less words from my end, meaning less stress. "Relax." He ordered strictly and then pulled away. I could tell he wasn't really happy about this and I could also tell that he was expecting more than I had to give. He was going to need some pretty good excuses. He frowned once more and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Just spit it out."