Chapter Ten

I watched him closely, wondering why he was gazing into my boyfriend's eyes.

He looked at him like he was a Christmas present.

I put my arm tighter around Tweek, pulling him into my chest.

This got Kenny's attention. He smirked at me and put his arm around Butters, making the boy jump. "What'ch doin?"

"N-Nothing," Butters answered, looking at the ground.

"You got a boner for Tweek, huh?" Kenny asked.

"N-No!" Butters said, pulling away quickly.

Kenny grinned, "You do. You like Tweek."

Butters. Of course. How stupid could I be not t really think about him? Butters was almost always around Tweek when he could be.

"GAH!" Tweek jumped in my lap, covering his ears. "Too much pressure!"

"Calm down, Tweek," I said, hugging him to my chest.

"What is this? Some kinda love triangle?" Red asked, flipping his hair out of his face.

Stan rolled his eyes, "No it's just Tweek being paranoid about everything as usual," he answered, putting his arms around Kyle's neck from behind.

"Shut up," I said, trying to calm Tweek down.

"I don't like Tweek that way, g-guys. He's just a buddy," Butters said, moving away from Kenny and over to Stan and Kyle.

"You ain't gotta prove anything to us, tell that to them," Kyle said, pointing at me, Kenny, and Tweek.

Butters looked over at us with pleading eyes, "I don't, you gotta believe me guys."

"Christ, Butters no one's gonna kill you over it," Kenny said, catching my eyes with his. "Craig's not gonna shot you or anything. He just looks mean."

I glared at Kenny and flipped him off. Of course I wasn't gonna hurt Butters. Butters would never do anything to Tweek. Not anything bad. But, if it was Kenny who liked Tweek I'd have to threaten his life or something.

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We all sat inside the mess hall all day.

I'd found the coffee beans and maker and let Tweek make as much coffee as he wanted. He deserved it after only getting coffee in the morning.

"Y-You want some?" he asked, holding out a foam cup wrapped in napkins.

I smiled and took it, adding cream and sugar. I could never drink it black like Tweek did.

We walked back over to the table and I almost dropped my cup when I saw Token and Clyde sitting in our spots.

"What're you guy's doin'?" I asked, sitting in another chair beside Stan.

Token shrugged and took a drink of his water bottle, "Got bored."

"What'd you guys do today?" Stan asked almost longingly.

"Hunting," Clyde answered, not ever even glancing my way.

"Aww! I wish I could still do the activities!" Stan said, putting his head on the table.

"What's wrong? Don't feel too manly when you're biting the pillow?" Kenny asked, earning a punch in the ribs from Kyle.

"It's not too great. Bebe almost shot her foot off though," Clyde said with an amused smile.

"Hey, that was not funny," Token said, noticeably trying to keep a straight face.

"You date the dumbest boobs on legs, Token," Kenny commented.

"And what do you date, Ken?" Token asked, in a you're-a-queer-so-shut-up-fag tone.

"I get the best of both worlds, Token," he answered with a glare. Kenny wasn't always serous, well almost never serous, he just really got mad when people talked down to him for being the way he was.

"I think you guy better get goin," I said, noticing the glares being past between Token and Kenny.

"I need to talk to you," Clyde muttered, getting up and looking at me.

I gave him a weird look as I got up too and followed him to the kitchen to talk in privet.

"What do you want?" I asked, glaring at him.

"Look man, I'm sorry for avoiding you guys and all, but Token…"

"Clyde, grow a pair. You don't have to do everything Token does," I said, grabbing a roll from the lunch cart.

"So, you're saying I should just do what I want? I shouldn't care what Token thinks?" He asked, watching me closely.

"Yeah…" I answered slowly, not liking the look he was giving me.

Clyde suddenly grabbed my shirt and pulled me closer to him, kissing me hard.

For a second I didn't know what to do, I just stood there, letting him kiss me. Finally I started thinking again and pushed him forcefully.

Clyde stumbled back into the wall.

"What the hell?!" I yelled at him, glaring.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, looking at the floor.

I tried to calm down by pacing, "You can't do that, Clyde! What the hell were you thinking?!"

Clyde shrugged and didn't look at me, "I just really wanted to have something with you."

"You stayed away from me for a month and you come back just to kiss me? Tweek could have seen that, what would he think? Do you even care that I have a boyfriend?" I asked, crossing my arms to keep myself from punching him.

"I just thought maybe… maybe you'd leave him for me if I came back to show you that I still think of you and I still like you," he mumbled, shrugging.

I almost laughed, but I thought of how mean that would be and stopped myself. "Look, Clyde there can never be anything between us. You're just not my type, hell the only reason I'm gay is because of Tweek," I told him, putting my hand on his shoulder.

"I'm not giving up," he said, pushing my hand away.

"I didn't think you were," I said, waling out of the kitchen.

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"Wh-what'd he want?" Tweek asked as Token and Clyde left.

"Nothing," I answered, taking his hand.

Tweek smiled at me and sipped at his coffee.

I wanted to tell him so much at that moment. I wanted to tell him that I loved him, but it would be too soon and I'd just scare him to death. I wanted to tell him that he was the only one I wanted, the only reason I became an outcast. I also wanted to tell him I didn't care about the competition that surrounded us. I would never leave him for anyone, but if he wanted to leave me for someone I'd be broken, but I'd want him to be happy. His happiness was more important than mine.

I was in love with Tweek Tweek, the kid on speed.

The End

I'm sorry I had to end it there. I couldn't think of anything more to do with it. I'll be working on a new South Park slash and I'll have it up as soon as possible.

~JohnnyPonyboy