I found some time to post up a new chapter. I meant to say I was having trouble writing chapter 8, but I've gotten it written. Working on chapter 9. I hope you guys like the last chapter, I tried to make it emotional. Thank you fo much for Following, Favoriting, and reviewing. It means a lot. Hope you enjoy this chapter as well.
Craigs POV:
I have been laying here for the past 10 minutes remembering the events that took place last night. I learned a lot of sexual things about Tweek. I learned that he is very talented when it comes to pole dancing. I also remember jerking off in the bathroom because of said pole dancing, changing into basketball shorts, taking another picture, a few more drinks, quite a few smoke breaks I guess, my pack is empty, another picture, and waking up with Tweek only wearing boxers next to me. I was right about his skin being lighter than his face. He is littered with beauty marks but not enough to be called freckles. I also caught a glimpse of his nipples like I wanted. I honestly don't know what I was expecting but when I saw the rosy skin on his chest, I got too excited. Meaning I popped a chub just from glancing at another guy's bare chest.
I obviously can't jerk it at the moment because the reason for my erection is attached to me. I decide to stare at the ceiling, thinking about Kenny to contradict my arousal. It works very well, I am glad too because Kyle walks into the bedroom moments after, taking more pictures. He goes around to Tweek and tries to gently wake him up. He just grumbles and pulls himself closer to me, nuzzling his face into my chest. "Tweek, wake up or I'll have to get Kenny." Kyle says touching Tweek's shoulder. I feel his face contort on my chest in confusion. He starts to feel me up like Kyle is lying to him or just so he doesn't have to open his eyes. I didn't mind till one of his hands ends up grabbing my dick through my shorts. I just tense up and Tweek shoots up and backs away so fast he almost falls off the bed.
"I-I-I-I am so sorry I th-th-thought you w-were K-K-Kenny." Tweek says as Kyle laughs. "You called?" Kenny says poking his head into the bedroom. He gives Kyle a confused look while said Jew tries to catch his breath. "I told Tweek if he didn't wake up I would have to get you. He didn't believe me so he felt Craig up to make sure it wasn't you. He grabbed his dick and realized right away it wasn't you!" He says bursting into laughter. Tweek is a deep shade of red, trying to hide it with his hands.
"Kenny. I have no clue what is better. The fact that Tweek grabbed Craig's cock or that he could tell that he wasn't you by groping his junk!" Kyle exclaims falling to the floor, laughing so hard he couldn't keep standing. I tell Tweek that it is fine and to not worry about it. He peeks at me through his fingers and nods. I was too irritated with the fact that Tweek knows Kenny's penis way too well to get a hard on. Somewhat grateful I stand up and make my way to Kenny. When we make eye contact he points towards the living room. I make my way to the direction after watching Tweek slam his pillow onto Kyle.
He points again but this time to the front door indicating he needs to talk to me outside. We both throw on our sweaters and head to the concrete balcony that lays in front of all the other apartment doors. Kenny reaches into his pocket and grabs his pack of Newport's. He flips open the top and holds it out to me. I like to smoke Marlboros, but right now I'm not picky, so I take one of the white sticks out and place it in my mouth. He does the same and we both light up the tobacco product simultaneously. I inhale the first puff of smoke, bringing it down into my lungs and holding it there for a few seconds before I slowly exhale a cloud of gray. I feel the slight nicotine buzz which encourages me to take another drag. Kenny and I lean against the outside railing facing Tweek's apartment door.
"You know." He finally says and I focus my attention on him, tapping the excess ash off my cancer stick. He takes a drag before speaking again, "If Tweek asked me to abstain from sex I would." My eyes go wide at the sudden statement. I really want to laugh but Kenny doesn't break his serious expression, so I know he's not fucking with me. "If he asked me to die for him, I gladly would. If he told me to only give him attention, I would cut off contact with everyone and give him everything he wants. If he told me that he never wanted to speak to me again, I would fight as hard as I could for him to change his mind." He tells me with heavy emotion. This makes me highly uncomfortable. I barely know how to handle my own emotions let alone deal with someone else telling me about theirs. When I say nothing, he turns his head to face me like he is about to throw down some real shit. God fucking damn it.
"I care about him a lot Craig. If you are aiming for him, take him soon." He tells me. Well, that is some pretty real shit. I sigh inside my head because if I did on the outside I'm afraid Kenny might start ranting about how I don't deserve Tweek. Have to admit though, dudes fucking perceptive. I hate when other people know my own thoughts better than ME, the person with said thoughts. Ok, if I admit it, I like Tweek but I hate that Kenny had to say something to make me realize it. And yeah, last night I figured my thing for Tweek is not just some kind of appreciation for how cute he is, but I'm not fucking telling this asshole that. I guess he realizes I'm not going to talk and continues this one-sided conversation.
"You and him. You guys are good together. You will be good for him and him for you. He is kind of emotional and you don't know what emotions are." He tells me with a chuckle. That's going in my grudge file, McCormick. "I'm giving you a month, if you guys are not dating by then, I will come back here and I will make sure he is never single again. Understand?" Wait wait wait. Dating? I'm barely coming to terms that I have romantic feelings for a guy and he wants me to ask him out in a month? I just stare at him in disbelief. He rolls his eyes at me and pinches his nose, "Yes Kenny, I understand. I am a huge bitch though, so I'll probably pussy out." He says with a nasal voice. Keep it up McCormick, see what happens.
He laughs and flicks his cigarette butt over the railing. "It wouldn't be Kenny-like of me to leave without saying something inappropriate." He gets closer so his mouth is only a few inches from my ear and whispers, "Tweek is amazing in bed. A whole different person. Imagine how he was on that pole but times ten." He pulls away slightly before adding "And since he isn't a girl, you can be rougher with him. He also has this spot on his neck. It's on the right side of his trapezius." Kenny says, placing his index finger in the right crook of his neck. "Bite here and it drives him crazy." And with that, he winks at me before he goes back into Tweek's apartment.
He leaves me outside with a cigarette that is mostly ash now and my thoughts. Why does he have to say something like that? So, does this mean if I fail to ask Tweek out in a month, my chances will be nonexistent? Is sex with Tweek really that amazing that it could whip Kenny McCormick? So many questions, little to no answers. I groan while disposing of my cigarette butt the same way as the dirty blonde. I open the front door to enter the living room where the other three are gathered. Tweek is throwing a small fit while Kyle brags about the pictures he took last night. Kenny is sitting on the couch laughing like our conversation never happened. I sit on the couch with him to watch Tweek throw his tantrum. "Burn them. Now." Tweek says pointing at the polaroid pictures scattered across the small table.
"Tweek, Tweek, Tweek." Kyle says as he shakes his head. "That is like me asking you to burn one of your paintings. That is my artwork Tweek." Kyle explains but Tweek seems like he doesn't care.
"I wouldn't paint you pole dancing!" Tweek yells. Kyle clutches his chest like his heart just broke and gathers his "artwork" into a pile. Kyle is starting to act a lot like… Cartman. I shiver at the thought as Kyle places the pictures into his bag. "Let's all catch-up. It's been awhile and I bet Craig is curious how everyone is doing."
"Actually I re- "
" Tweek why don't you start?" Kyle says interrupting me. I turn my attention to the squirming blonde under my gaze.
"W-well. Let me start with this a-apartment." He tells me, looking around and smiling. "My m-mom and dad bought this apartment w-when we first moved o-out here, So w-we could p-put more money into the coffee shop. It's c-close to the school so t-they let me s-stay here. I pay utilities and miscellaneous o-o-other things, and I work at the coffee s-shop they own." I nod at him to continue. "Well, I g-guess I'll talk about s-school and stuff." He says with a shy smile.
"I started drawing s-seriously during m-middle school. It was relaxing and really h-helped with my anxiety. I told m-my parents how I wanted to go t-to university for art. They wanted m-me to take over their s-shop, so there wasn't a l-lot of support c-coming from them. We c-came to an agreement that I-I pay for a-art school and they w-will pay for me to get a b-business degree. I'm getting my m-major in fine arts, then t-taking classes for b-business at the community college. At first, I w-wasn't very happy, but after thinking a-about it a lot I g-gave in. I realized that o-once I owned t-the shop, I could d-do whatever I want w-with it." He says with excitement in his voice. "Once I own it, I'm g-going to fix it u-up as some kind of h-hipster art café." A big smile comes across his face that becomes contagious.
"That's a really good idea." I tell him. His eyes sparkle with a slight blush to his cheeks. "Well Craig. What about you?" Kenny asks, bringing my attention away from Tweek. It is kind of embarrassing to talk about my future with people other than Clyde and Token. Something about Tweek talking about it though convinces me to speak up.
"I want to be an Art Therapist. I was talking to a counselor my junior year of high school, I told him I like drawing but I really didn't have any interest in strictly art. He mentioned art therapy, I gathered some information about the career, decided I wouldn't get bored with it and took a psychology class in high school. Senior year I got a scholarship at Bemis School of Art. Then I'm going to another school for psychology. So, that's what I'm doing." I tell them with no emotion in my voice.
Tweek looks at me with a sense of pride in his expression. It makes me feel fuzzy knowing he is proud of me. "My turn!" My attention is turned back to Kenny. His arm slings over my shoulder for a half embrace. The happy feelings in me vanish and annoyance takes over. Kenny clears his throat like the night before when he announced our drinking game.
"My story is not one as noble. Our Tucker has grown into a fine young man." He sniffs and wipes away a fake tear. I grunt to show how annoyed I am with this situation I have been pulled into. "You see here my boy. I am smarter than I look. This little fact got me a full ride to law school." My eyebrow shoots up. Kenny McCormick, the high school drug dealer, is going to school for law? Well, that's fucking ironic. Kenny smiles and rocks us side to side with sarcastic woe filling his voice. "Alas, this humble McCormick has not chosen a career path as of yet." He releases me just to over dramatically lay on the couch in distress. I roll my eyes at the unmoving performance. Tweek laughs though, which makes Kenny stand up to bow. He sits back normally and points at Kyle to tell his life story. That's what it feels like at least.
"I also received a scholarship to the same school Kenny goes to. I'm going to be an environmental lawyer. Stan is in school for Environmental Science and Zoology, I plan to help him out legally with everything." He says with a smile. I guess him and Stan are still best friends. Figures.
"Tell us about Clyde and Token." The ginger requests. I guess this conversation is going to drag on. "Token is following his mom and becoming a Chemist. Clyde is in school for Photography. He wants to take pictures of models and shit." I tell them yet again, with no emotion.
"Bebe is b-becoming an elementary school t-teacher. Wendy is g-going for political science." Tweek says trying to keep up the conversation. "Cartman is in business school. He has this idea of a time traveling company. The purpose is so no one has to wait for new gaming councils ever again." He says rolling his eyes. "Butters, on the other hand, is in school to be a pediatric psychiatrist. I have no clue what anyone else is up to." Kyle says and the two blondes just nod.
An hour goes by of just chatting with each other. I wish I could spend more time with Tweek but I have work in a bit. I need to head home so I can get ready. I sigh and stand up stopping the conversation that was taking place. "I have to head out. I've got work." Tweek stood up and helped me gather up all my things. He walks me to the door and fidgets with the bottom of a baggy t-shirt he threw on after our bed incident. We stand at the door awkwardly with a nervous look on Tweek's face. I go to open the door but I am stopped by a pale small hand. "U-Um. Can we still h-hang out, like outside of s-school?" He says looking up at me. "I was planning on it." I tell him with a smirk. His face lights up and he gives me a big grin. I think my heart skipped a beat? "I'll t-text you then. See y-ya Craig."
"Yeah. See you later Tweek."