(A/n: Please enjoy)
Chapter 28: Clearing Up a Misunderstanding
Pip wanted this to be over so badly. It wasn't even that long ago when the game of hide and seek started, but he didn't care. He'd rather fail than continue this crap. His current position was behind a large and wide enough tree that he hoped concealed his whereabouts the best it could, but he doubted it seeing as how he was up against vampires. For all he knew, some or if not most from the opposite teams already knew where he was and were on their way to get him.
He was the weakest link after all.
Forming a bitter frown on his lips, Pip glares down at the twig littered ground. Out of Craig's, Brendon's, and Vice's group, Pip would most definitely prefer to be on Vice's, he wasn't a total asshole like Craig and Brendon. But alas Pip wasn't fortunate enough to be on his team, instead he was on Brendon's. Pip wasn't going to be biased and say that he was grateful to be on the other blonde's side than on Craig's because he would be lying, Brendon may seem nice but once you truly get to know him he's basically Craig in disguise. Sadly Pip found that out the hard way, some classmates he had they didn't even bother to warn him about the other while he was getting chummy with him. Which was all the more reason why he should forewarn Tweek about him, he's already been through a lot here and he didn't need betrayal from...someone he thought..was his friend...
"We need to get out of here. I don't know how, but I'll think of something. It's better than staying here in this hellhole full of freaks. If we stay here any longer we're gonna end up like Tweek. If he isn't better by the time we have an escape plan, then...we're leaving. With or without him."
Pip widened his eyes slightly, feeling even more bitter than he was seconds ago. He still couldn't believe that Stan had decided on something like that, and now that Tweek was a vampire he was dead set on going through with it now. Since that was the case, Pip felt obligated to tell Tweek. He deserved to know. Even though he was told not to, Pip didn't have the heart not to tell him about it. He knew for a fact that he would be extremely hurt by it, but at least he would know.
Pip would completely understand if he came to despise them.
Clearing his thoughts with the shake of his head accompanied by a sigh, he looked up at the slightly darkened grey sky. He just wanted someone to hurry up and find him so he could be done with this stupid game already, he's actually surprised no one hadn't yet. Just when he closed his eyes, he flinched when he felt something cold and wet land on the bridge of his nose. Deepening his frown, he opened his eyes as the rain drops fell to the earth at a gradual rate before picking up speed.
He looked down. "Great, now it's raining. Again." He hoped Mr. Thorn wasn't going to let them continue in this soon to be downpour, he wasn't in the mood to catch a cold.
"At least try to hide," someone suddenly said.
Pip released a startled scream while gripping at his chest as he looked to the person, standing next to his right was a teenager with spiky muddy brown hair and iron colored eyes. The British blonde heaved a heavy sigh, then gave the teen a light glare. "Don't scare me like that Nathan jeez. Nearly gave me a heart attack."
Nathan Crox gave him an unconcerned one-armed shrug. "Whatever." He slapped Pip's arm making him wince with an "Ow". Before he even knew it, the scenery suddenly changed in the blink of an eye and Pip found himself standing in front of an ailing black shack house with five more of his classmates here as well. "Surprised you aren't the first one here." He agreed with Nathan's statement one-hundred percent, but he wasn't proud of the fact though. Neither was he glad that he was finally finished participating in the game, he didn't know this area was going to be meeting point for the caught people. He thought they were going to be taken back to the courtyard, he wished Mr. Thorn had of informed them of this ahead of time.
"Why are we here and not at the courtyard?" Pip questioned Nathan with a confused frown.
The dark brunette shrugged. "I dunno, but that does make sense though. Brendon didn't tell you?" Pip shook his head. The reason he wasn't aware of this was because before they had officially started playing, Brendon quickly turned this assignment into a competition to see which team was better and shooed Pip away saying that they didn't need him holding them back. To say Pip was hurt was an understatement, but there was nothing he could've done in his defense. He's not a fighter plus this was a freaking children's game for crying out loud, and they're all teenagers about to be adults. Who would even think to turn this into a competitive contest at this age? "Well since the teach didn't tell us where the losers should go, the group captains 'decided' on this spot," Nathan concluded with another one-armed shrug, then he was gone. Leaving only Pip and the five vampires by themselves.
Immediately, the cold air around them became tense, although it wasn't too bad thankfully due to the pattering of the rain.
Pip really wanted this to be over already.
Tweek sluggishly walks to his shared room with great reluctance as the last period bell rings. Maybe he should head down to the cafeteria for a snack, he didn't eat anything today nor the previous days and doing all that teleporting and telepathy nearly drained him dry. How he's still standing let alone walking is beyond him. But what he really craves for right now is blo- coffee..definitely coffee.
Releasing an exhausted sigh, Tweek opts to going to his room instead of to the cafeteria, feeling he might not make it there. Looks like he's just going to have to wait until tomorrow for his coffee, and he can not wait. He remembers the time and destination Brendon told him to meet, and he'll be damned to forget either of them. However he is a bit concerned about whether if he'll wake up before or on the dot tomorrow, the earliest he's ever woken up for school was past eight but no later than that. He's doing this for the beverage he hasn't had in what feels like months, and as long as he keeps that in mind he'll wake up in the morning probably before the due time.
Feeling both satisfied and worn out, once he's in front of his room's closed door he braces himself for a really uncomfortable face to face situation with Kyle. Hesitantly, he places a hand on the doorknob, slowly turning it to the side then gently forcing it forward. It opens without a sound, and Tweek notices that the light is on. He stops pushing the door to peek in through the narrow gap, breathing a sigh of relief unconsciously when he spots no red hair in sight. He pushes the door open all of the way as he makes his way into the room, debating if he should close or leave the door open a crack. After a seconds pondering, he settles on closing the door as to where faint light from in the hallway enters the already lit room, then he trudges over towards his bed.
He slips his shoes off then starts unbuttoning his blazer, but a thought abruptly occurs to him. Where does he put his worn clothes and does he have a spare uniform? With his jacket exposing his dress shirt and tie, he walks over to the dresser and examines each drawer for the possibility of one of them containing an extra pair of pants and/or an extra blazer. He knows that the first two small drawers have his underwear and socks in them, the other two large ones underneath have his casual shirts and pants so that only leaves the extra four drawers on the other side. But he knows without a doubt that Kenny's clothes and undergarments are in them thus he sees no point in searching.
Tweek comes to the dreadful realization that he once again needs Kyle's aid, if Kenny was in here he'd ask him instead. Tweek groans at his lack of luck today. He digs into his pants pocket to take out his schedule...and his homework. He'd completely forgotten that Mr. DeLorne gave him until tomorrow to turn it in, and he's grateful that it dawned on him just now. While pulling out his schedule, he walks over to his nightstand to put the folded paper into it's drawer. After doing that, he shrugs off his blazer then takes off his tie, laying both garments on top of his bed. He puts his shoes back on, and with a deep sigh, exits the room.
Energy has yet to have fueled Tweek with any kind of boost he needs at this very moment, he leans against the door once he closes it. Softly shutting his eyes with a similar puff of breath, he reaches into the same pocket for his homework. Only to feel that it's not there.
His eyes fly open in horror. "No.." That gives him a bit of stimulation to jolt himself away from the door, frantically moving his fingers around in hopes of feeling something within the small space of his pocket. But alas he feels nothing. How in the hell did he lose his homework? When did he lose it? The only time he went inside his pocket was to retrieve his schedule so he could see what his..fourth period was..."No fucking way..."
The urge to slap himself was really strong. This could've been avoided by two ways: One, he should've put each paper in different pockets or two, he should've checked to see if his homework was still in place once he'd taken out his schedule. But the first option was obviously the smart one while the second one was just an alternative.
Tweek feels like a complete idiot- no a huge one!
The short burst of adrenaline quickly depletes from his system as he slides down to the floor on his bottom, his eyes wide and unblinking. Either the great build up of stress or Mr. DeLorne will kill him, but as of right now the former will beat the latter to it.
He doesn't care about the many stares in his direction as students pass by, but eventually he pulls his legs up to his knees and buries his face into his arms when he can no longer stand the staring. He stays in that position as minutes slowly tick by.
/
Kyle takes a deep exhale before knocking on the door before him. He doesn't know why he's feeling so nervous, but he can't help it. He's here to talk to Kenny after all, to set things right. It feels like it's been so long since either of them last spoke one word to the other, and it was something Kyle wasn't used to. Not from Kenny who is always talkative to a point where Kyle wanted to punch him in his face so he could shut up. But that just goes to show how much Kenny's grown on him, he's hardly changed at all since they were children.
"Kyle?" Unaware of his eyes looking down at his feet, the lime-green pair look up and meet curious dark blue ones. "What brings you here all of a sudden?"
Mark obviously knows Kyle's reasoning for standing in front of his room so why did he even bother to ask? "I need to talk to Kenny." He knows that the blonde is inside the room, he can sense his presence within it so if Mark tries to lie to him it won't work.
"It's about damn time, come in." Said teen steps aside to let the redhead walk in, he instantly spots Kenny clad in his dress shirt, pants, and socks laying on his side with his back facing him on the bed near the wall.
An awkward silence settles itself around the room, Kyle doesn't even know where to begin to start a conversation with Kenny.
"I'll give you two some privacy," Mark says, aware of the change in atmosphere. He also knows that this is something childhood friends had to discuss by themselves. He tries not to appear disheartened at the acknowledgement.
"Sorry, we'll try not to take too long," Kyle says with a guilty small frown in his direction. He can't help but feel that way since for one he hardly ever comes by to see the brunette, and now he's practically kicking him out of his own room just so he and Kenny can talk.
Mark waves him off. "Take as long as you need to, you guys should've done this ages ago." And with that, he closes the door as he enters the hallway.
Although Mark is gone doesn't mean the awkwardness left with him, in fact it's stronger than before. Pressing his lips into a line, Kyle looks back at Kenny's laying figure, him faintly squirming around confirms that he is also uncomfortable.
"You're not gonna get anywhere by just standing here ya know," Luke points out. "Just get straight to the point, ask him if he likes you."
For the very first time, although Kyle hates to admit it, his twin gave him useful advice. But that was easier said than done though. Kyle wants to rekindle their friendship, not make it worse. So instead he's going go into this slowly, hopefully the leisure pace will help things go back to how they used to be. He just needs to choose his words carefully.
He decides to sit himself on the edge of the other bed that puts him a bit closer to Kenny, placing his notebook beside him as he slouches forward so his forearms are resting against his thighs. His eyes never leaving the blonde's well built back. "You know why I'm here don't you?" Kyle asks softly still frowning, breaking the more than three minutes silence.
"...Yeah," Kenny replies back in the same tone.
This time a light thrumming of rain overlaps the quietness that comes afterwards, but it lasts no more than ten seconds and Kyle is the one who speaks again. "Then why? Why have you been avoiding me? Was it something I did?"
Kenny sighs before sitting up, he turns to face Kyle while sitting criss-cross with a frown on his face as well. "No you didn't do anything wrong, just thought I'd spend some time with Mark for awhile." His eyes were looking down at his lap and Kyle knew right then that he wasn't telling the truth.
"There's no use lying, I know you saw what me and Tweek were doing that day." Kyle can't stop his cheeks from turning a light pink as he looks away from the blonde in shame, it didn't even have any meaning to it yet whenever he remembers the feel of Tweek's lips against his own it will always render Kyle into a blushing state.
Kenny's frown deepens as he furrows his eyebrows, still not meeting Kyle's eyes. "Okay yeah I saw you two kissing, but-"
"We weren't kissing," Kyle quickly corrects the other with the shake of his head. "I was feeding him some of my blood since he wouldn't drink it himself."
"Still doesn't change the fact that you were lockin' lips with him though," he hears Kenny mutter. The verbal silence returns once more as a bitter expression shows on Kenny's face, Kyle turning his head back his way again with his blush gone. A small smile forms on his lips.
"So...you were jealous huh?" Even though Kenny hasn't admitted it yet, Kyle figured as much. It makes sense seeing as how he's aware of his friend's feelings towards him. "Kenny do you like me?"
"So what if I do?" Kenny retaliates, looking back up with a glare. "You and Tweek are probably a thing now so..." He trails off unable to finish his sentence.
Kyle restores the frown back onto his face. "A thing?" He repeats.
Growing irritated, Kenny tsk's. "Ya know what, forget it." He unfolds his legs and lays back down on his side again, staring at the dark red wall. "If that's all you wanted to talk about then leave, I have nothing else to say to you."
Shit this isn't going as smooth as Kyle expected it would, but he's not going to give up just yet. He gives the teen a hard stare. "I'm not going anywhere until we're on good terms again." Kyle breathes out a soft sigh as Kenny huffs. "Look, me and Tweek are nothing more than frie-roommates okay? I doubt he'll ever like me after what I put him through-"
"So that means you like him?"
"...Yeah...I do," Kyle confesses with a sad frown. He doesn't see the hurtful scowl emerging on Kenny's face. "I'm sorry I can't return your feelings, but-"
"Would you if you hadn't of met Tweek?"
Kyle blinks, clearly taken aback. "What?" Kenny pushes himself back into a sitting position, but is still facing the wall as he sits on the side of the bed looking down at the floor. "Would you like me back if Tweek wasn't here?"
Kyle increases his frown. "Are you gonna let something like this ruin our friendship? We've practically been inseparable since we were kids!"
"Don't dodge the question. Just tell me flat out if you would've or not."
"Wow, this dude is waaay more stubborn than you and Tweeky," Luke comments.
Kyle sighs for a second time as he averts his attention to the floor as well. "...No I wouldn't have. I will always see you as my best friend and nothing else. I'm sorry."
As the gentle rainfall fills the persistent silence, Kyle nervously glances at Kenny again to see him stiff as a statue. He purses his lips into a line while curling his hands into fists knowing he'd pained the other even more by his answer. Neither says another word until after a few moments, and it's broken by Kenny speaking in a whisper.
"Can you leave?"
His dejected monotone makes Kyle feel greatly remorseful. "I'm really sorry Kenny."
"Just go. I wanna be alone."
Kyle abides without any objections, standing while giving the blonde's motionless figure a momentary stare before heading towards the door. Once he puts his hand on the doorknob, he hesitates twisting it. "You..will come back to the room soon, won't you?"
"...Maybe."
Although it wasn't a sufficient response, Kyle is relieved Kenny is considering it at least. But he doesn't get his hopes up, not all the way as he walks out into the hall and goes straight to his own room. He prepares himself for an unpleasant encounter with Tweek that he is sure neither of them will overcome so easily.
Once Kyle is gone, Kenny grits his teeth then buries his head into his hands. "Tch, you're so fucking selfish."
/
When Tweek feels a few light taps against his arm, he flinches like he'd just gotten pinched but doesn't raise his head. Not even when the familiar voice belonging to Kyle asks him what's wrong. He just wants to sit here and die in peace. Call him an exaggerator but he still feels weary and his life is pretty much over once tomorrow comes, he'd rather spend his remaining hours right in this very spot. It's not like he has anything else to do.
"Well at least mope inside the room," Kyle offers dully.
Though it's a good idea, Tweek honestly doesn't feel like moving- more like he barely has any strength left in him to move at all. But he forces his head up so he can look at Kyle, his vision appearing blurry making it difficult to see the other vampire clearly. Suddenly, Tweek's eyelids start to struggle to stay open. "I..don't feel so good..." he says weakly.
Just as Kyle begins to worry, Tweek's eyes completely lose their focus and slides closed as his body slumps forward, Kyle catching him before he fell to the floor.
"Hey what's the matter?! Tweek!"
(A/n: I hope you enjoyed and the next chapter will be up soon)
