As Cartman's sneering voice grows closer and closer, I shrink further and further backwards into the dark spot behind me. I don't really want to converse with this lump of a boy at the moment. Besides, he'd only laugh.
Then, Cartman protrudes into my vision. The mere sight of him makes me twitch. I try with all my might to control them but fail, as always. I shake violently and knock against the metal can behind me. Eric jumps in shock and turns to look into the darkness behind him. His eyes meet with mine and he frowns.
"Tweek.. Is that you?" he asks, furrowing his brow. I move out of the shadowy corner and settle my self comfortably on the wall. He's spotted me now - there's nothing I can do. I will just have to try to get rid of him a soon as possible. I nod and he re-traces his steps to lean on the wall at my side.
"What are you doing down here? Where's Craig?" he asks. I am about to respond when the streetlight, giving us a small amount of light in the alley way, flickers and dies.
"Oh well, at least I don't have to worry about being seen with you." Cartman mutters with a slight, evil laugh. I'm not sure whether to laugh or not, so I give a small non-committal grunt.
"So why are you down here?" Eric asks again.
"I'm angry.. I need to be alone to cool down." I say through gritted teeth and twitching. Cartman lets out a splutter of cackling laughter.
"Angry? You?! Your practically scared of anger!" he says, giggling madly. I glare to my left. I can't see his features but I know he is looking at me. I can feel his cold, brown eyes digging into my skin.
"I'm not." I mumble after a short silence. I hear Cartman shuffle and I feel him press closer to me as a man passes the alley way.
"Why you so angry?" he asks quietly after he makes sure the man is out of hearing range. I ponder my answer for a moment. On one hand - I can tell Eric and get it off my chest, and on the other hand - I can keep it to myself and stay depressed forever.
Cartman isn't really the perfect person to pour your heart out to, but admittedly - he has been awfully compassionate these past few weeks. He has still been insulting people, but the insults have been less hurtful.. He always looks so caring, too..
I go over what I am going to tell him. I can remember every second.. Every heart-breaking second. Jay.. Craig.. Making out in front of me. The thing that makes me the most angry is the fact that Craig told me to meet him there because.. He had something to show me.
Talk about letting a guy down gently?
Tears start to slowly drip from my eyes, catching on my eyelashes and forcing me to blink which encouraged more tears.
I don't understand why he would do something like that. Why he would lie to me - telling me every day how much he loves me.. We were best friends for years.. Doesn't that mean anything? I suddenly remember that Eric is waiting for an answer.
I try to tell him but my voice cracks and my eyes are hurting.
"C..Cre..Cra.." I stutter. Then, before Cartman can even attempt to work out what I just said; I break down into tears, throw myself into his arms and begin to sob into his chest.
At first Cartman tries to squirm away, grasping me by my arms and trying to prise me off his body, but I stay there, sobbing into the red jacket he always wears. Finally, he stops clawing at me and puts his arms around me, squeezing me in a tight hug.
Wait a second..
Is Cartman.. ERIC CARTMAN, the biggest homophobe on the planet, hugging a gay guy?
Even though all these facts are racing through my head, I still clutch tight to his chest - enjoying the feeling of someone's arms around me again. Then, I hear a hearty sniff. I look up to see Eric.. Crying! Fuck me! Eric Cartman is crying! What the hell is going on?!
"Eric?" I ask, tentatively, trying not to make him angry. To my surprise, he doesn't get angry. Instead, he lets go of me, then leans against the wall behind him and attempts to stop the small trickles of water falling from his eyes.
"I just feel so.." he croaks, wiping his face dry with the back of his hand.
"Feel so what?" I ask him. Cartman pauses for a second, obviously looking for the perfect word.
"Lonely." Eric mutters, finally. I give him a confused look, and even though I know he can't see me, he answers my silent question.
"I mean.. Kyle has his faggy best friend Stan, Kenny has.. Anyone he wants.. Butters has his life.. And you have Craig. I'm the only one who doesn't have anyone." he says, angrily.
"Actually, I don't have anyone anymore.. I caught Craig kissing Jay." I mumble, attempting to prevent a further flood from my green eyes. Cartman stays quiet for a moment.
"Do you feel confused, Tweek?" he asks, quietly. That's exactly how I feel! How the hell did he know that?!
"Yeah.." I mutter. Cartman moves a touch closer to me, using a kick of his foot as a distraction. I look at his face. He is so close now, I can see his features perfectly now. I stare into his deep brown eyes. Suddenly, something warms me and I see Craig in front of me, leaning in for our first kiss. I lean in and our lips meet. Craig's hand wanders up my shirt and he pushes me back against the large metal wall of the dumpster. I put my hand on his neck and he rubs my stomach. Craig's tongue rolls into my mouth and I let it in, gladly. Craig leaves one of his hands gently caressing my stomach and the other wanders over the waistband of my jeans and down my leg. I moan into the kiss and Craig bites down softly on my bottom lip. His hand stops rubbing my leg and comes to a stop on my ass. I continue kissing Craig and stroking his face. Craig's hand wanders to the front of my jeans and I feel his manhood against my thigh. I shiver and Craig pulls me closer.
Then.
I open my eyes.
And I see my Craig has turned into Cartman. Craig was never there.
Cartman kissed me. Cartman snaked his hand up my shirt. Cartman felt my arse.
I feel disgusting. I feel horrible and I feel sick.
Cartman is still holding me in his arms. I pull away from him.
"What's wrong?" he asks, with the look of a child that has just had a piece of candy taken from it.
"I can't do this.." I stammer. My head is swimming. My legs feel so weak.. "I need to go home." I gurgle. Cartman looks at me for a moment.
"What do you mean? Will I see you tomorrow?" Cartman asks, with the same deprived look on his face. I shake my head and then stop as I am near to vomiting.
I run from the alley way and stagger home.
I wander inside my warm house, still feeling sick.
"Hello, son. How was your day?" My mothers voice asks me from the kitchen.
Then. Everything goes black.