I few days have passed since we first did it. Craig and I have done it a few more times and it still doesn't feel like how I thought it would. I always enjoy him holding me, caressing my body, all that is great but the actual act of sex itself doesn't feel magical. Recently Craig made an attempt for us to do have sex again but I was not in the mood. I have Wendy coming to meet me because she is the only person I feel like I can talk to about this. It's so embarrassing. I am sitting on my bed looking at the TV when I hear her knock on my door. I watch as Wendy peeks her head in.

"Hey there," she smiles. "This better be important Tweek. I am in the middle of prepping for school."

"Gah I know," I reply scratching my head. "You are the only person I can talk to." Wendy sits down on my bed.

"Is this about Craig?" she asked. I nod still trying to figure out how to get the words out.

"We kind of did it," I say shakily. Wendy just stares at me, suddenly her eyes get wide.

"You are serious aren't you!"

"Of course I am. Why would I joke about this!" Wendy blushes.

"Wow," she replied. "I can't believe it. I mean I don't know what to say."

"It was horrible," I spit out. "I didn't really like it. I didn't feel good, it didn't feel bad, there was nothing. Craig wanted to have sex the other day and I didn't want to. I mean I had to go through all that work and it felt like a waste of time."

"Have you told Craig how you feel?"

"Hell no! It's why I wanted to talk to you first."

"Tweek, Craig is your boyfriend. He would understand if he knew. I am positive he would even try to make sure you feel good too." I feel myself flushing.

"Uh I don't know if it's going to hurt his feelings,"

"He will get over it if you do," stated Wendy crossing her arms. "I mean sex you're suppose to be connecting to your partner. You should feel great together. That is why I don't have random sex."

"Random sex?" I question.

"You know, sleeping around? I refuse to have sex unless it is with someone I'm dating."

"Oh" I said as the weight of what she said sinks in. "I'm going to be seeing Craig tonight and I know he is going to uh want to do something."

"I am telling you, you have to tell him. You know Craig better than any of us. Just tell him in your own way." She makes it sound so simple.

"Alright," I sigh.

"Other than that, how are you doing? Finally decide what you want to go to school for?" I am glad she changed the subject. I didn't want to think about this anymore, for now at least.

"Yeah I am going to do the art major,"

"Cool," she replied. "I think you would really good at that. Plus, it seems to make you really happy."

"I do love it," I smiled. Wendy told me how her day was so far and what she had been working on. I never understand how she can keep herself so busy. I follow Wendy out of the door going to meet Craig at his house. Regardless of all that is going on I am ready to see him.

"Remember, let him know," she stated before we parted ways. I am trying to think of ways to let Craig know and they all make my head hurt. Most people want to please their partner, they don't want to hear that they suck at it. I beat Craig to the house and I sit down on the porch as I wait for him to return. I know I could wait inside but the thought of being alone with Mrs. Tucker is not ideal. I just gazing out at the street when I feel my phone buzz.

Clyde: Hey when are we going to hang out

Tweek: I don't know, I have been kind of busy

Clyde: No one is that busy

Tweek: Shouldn't you be getting ready for school

Clyde: Don't you worry about what I am doing. I am texting Token too. He is down for us hanging next week. Clear your schedule dork

Tweek: I can always clear my schedule, it's Craig we have to worry about

Craig job does not seem to be too flexible. They pay well but I swear they try to drain your soul.

Clyde: Yeah I am waiting to hear back from him. I picked a day during the week because I know he works on the weekends.

Well I am glad to know Clyde at least considered that. I love him but he can be so clingy at times. I hug my knees to my chest when I spot Ruby walking up with Karen close behind her.

"Hey Tweekers, why didn't you knock on the door?"

"Uh.." I didn't want to be left in there with their mom but how do you say that without coming off as insolent. She kind of freaks me out now.

"It's cool," said Karen peeking around Ruby as she pulls out her keys. "I usually don't wait in there either."

"You waiting for Craig," said Ruby unlocking the door.

"Who else would he be waiting for," laughed Karen. I stand up and follow them inside. I am surprised to see the Tuckers are both not home.

"Thank god," sighed Ruby once acknowledging that her parents are not home. "I don't think I could withstand another one of mom's rants. I think I am going to order takeout or something. You want, Tweekers?"

"No thank you," I replied sitting on the sofa.

"You know you could go up to Craig's room," suggest Karen. "Take a look around….learn something new…."

"Learn something new?" I question.

"Don't pay attention to Karen," laughed Ruby. "She is saying you should snoop in Craig's stuff."

"Why would I do that?" I asked.

"It's what couples do, duh" said Karen. What couples? I never seen my parents looking through each other stuff. They barely go through my stuff which is more than I can say for most people I went to school with. Ruby walked away into the kitchen.

"I don't have to do something like that," I replied. "We are not even dating." I can't wait for Craig to tell people we are dating. Hiding this is getting tougher by the day.

"Yeah right," said Ruby coming into the room and sitting on the opposite sofa with a menu. "Craig has been texting and calling the shit out of you. You guys seem even closer." She drops the menu. "Did you guys finally fuck?"

"I think I am going to go wait in Craig's room," I said quickly running away from them. I don't know how Craig can deal with that on a daily basis. I would prefer to wait until he is here but I can't stand them two of them poking their noses into our business. I open Craig's room door and I am glad to see he cleaned up a little bit. Although we are best friends turned boyfriend it feels weird to be in his room when he is not here. I sit down on his bed looking around wondering what I should do to kill time.