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Second Installment
"Blur the Lines"

His doorbell rang.

"Gah!" he yelled, twitched, and clumsily dove under the coach. "Jesus Christ! Who's there? Is it the mafia! Oh Jesus it's the mafia isn't it! HIDE ME!"

The bell rang again. "GAH! Go away!"

"Calm down, Tweek, answer the door!" his father called down from upstairs.

"N-no way!" he refused, twitching more violently. "I'm not answering the door! It's too much pressure!"

It rang again, three consecutive times. Whoever was ringing was getting impatient. Tweek panicked and leapt out from his hiding place. "I'm c-coming! Don't hurt me!"

Frantically, he got up and opened the door, to see a very angry Stan facing him, the light rain falling on his face and mingling with his tears.

"Gah! Don't shoot!" Twitch, twitch. "O-oh, it's just you."

Twitch. "Hi, Stan."

"Don't you Hi, Stan me, you little whore!" Stan yelled angrily, spit flying from his mouth as he gripped Tweek's collar tightly, lifting the blonde boy slightly off the ground.

"AH! Wh- What'd I do!"

"KYLE'S what you did!" Stan screamed.

"But Stan- GAH! That's not a verb!" Twitch. "…OH! Jesus Christ! You mean you think I…!"

Stan shook the blonde boy violently. "Wait, Stan! GAH!"
Twitch. "I didn't do anything to Kyle, I swear!"

Stan raised his free hand menacingly and curled it into a fist. "Why should I believe you?" he growled. His eyes were filled with fire, glaring daggers at Tweek. "Do you know how it feels to have someone betray you? To have them tell you for a year, over and over that they love you, and show it to you too; and then to see them showing the same thing to someone else? It hurts, Tweek, it fucking hurts. So now… I'm going to kick your ass."

"GAH!" Tweek screamed. He was always paranoid, but he was especially afraid of Stan. He had heard a lot of things about Stan; that he was a badass, did drugs, stole things, hurt people; there was even a rumor that Stan had killed somebody once. Tweek didn't know if any of it was true, but he didn't doubt Stan was dangerous.

Why couldn't it have just been the mafia?
-
He sat on the couch of Damien's house, shaking and sobbing. The full force of the day's events were starting to sink in, and he didn't think he could handle it.

"Here you go." Damien's voice drifted into the room. He looked up to see the antichrist standing above him offering a cup of something that looked like either coffee or hot cocoa; he couldn't tell, and considering who was giving it to him, it could have been something else entirely.

"…I'm really sorry about what happened," Damien lied, looking and sounding quite sincere. He was a good actor, almost as good as Cartman. He sat down next to the redhead, eyeing him carefully. God how he wanted to touch him… but he didn't want to seem too eager, otherwise it wouldn't seem like he truly was trying to help Kyle through the breakup.

Kyle nodded. He was afraid that if he tried to speak, he would start crying too hard, but he decided to risk it. "H-how could this happen? Why would anyone d-do this to me?"

"If Stan trusts a picture more than he trusts you, I don't think he deserves you…" Damien suggested, hoping he wasn't pushing it too much.

Kyle shuddered and took a sip of the drink he held. It was in fact hot cocoa, though it had a strange taste to it. Perhaps Damien had added another ingredient. "…N-no, I think he was just too overwhelmed to think clearly and he's pissed off… yeah that's it… if I give him a couple days, he'll calm down enough to listen to reason.

"Well… you could give it a try…." Damien agreed reluctantly, his confidence faltering as he realized Kyle might be right.

"What's in this…?" the red-haired boy asked, looking into his cup curiously.

"Cinnamon," Damien answered.

"….It's good."

Damien smiled a little.
-
"Get your hands off of him!" a voice called. Stan turned to see who the voice belonged to. It was a boy wearing a blue outfit and aviator cap; Craig, who was of course flipping him off though Stan didn't bother to acknowledge it.

"So I should just let him get away with sleeping with my boyfriend, then?" Stan asked angrily as Craig continued to walk toward Tweek.

"What are you talking about? Tweek wouldn't cheat on me."

Stan let go of Tweek's collar as the blonde boy continued to scream cries of Oh Jesus and too much pressure. "Wait… you mean you two are…?"

"Yep," Craig replied, as he locked arms with Tweek and flipped Stan off again with his free hand. It seemed to be sort a of a habit for him.

"OH Jesus!" Tweek yelled. Craig elbowed him sharply. "OW! I mean yes, yes we are. And it's a lot of pressure!"

"You say that about everything," Craig laughed. "But I guess that's one of the things I love most about you."

"But the picture-" Stan protested.

Craig laughed again. "Honestly, Stan… who believes pictures? Come on, Tweek." He led Tweek back into the Tweak household, trying to nibble his ear as Tweek fidgeted, looking afraid but excited, and it was a bit hard to tell whether Tweek was enjoying being a relationship with the rude-mannered boy or not.

Stan just stood in the rain staring, too consumed by thought to move. He had no doubt that Tweek wouldn't cheat on anybody; it would be too risky, too much pressure. It seemed that he could barely deal with a relationship to began with. So if Tweek and Craig were going out, the picture couldn't be real.

He was beginning to become confused now. To Stan, pictures had always been real, ever since he was a little kid watching Terrance & Phillip up until this day when he had seen the picture Damien gave him. Stan thought pictures were real, he thought photos were proof. But now Craig's words echoed in his head as he questioned something about the world he had never questioned before.

Honestly… who believes pictures?
-
Damien carefully placed his arm on the redhead's back and stroked him gently as he continued to sip the cinnamon cocoa. Kyle closed his eyes and tried to relax.

"Mm. That f-feels pretty good…"

Damien smiled. He was apparently succeeding at comforting the Jewish boy. "I'm really sorry…" he repeated.

"That's okay," Kyle replied, starting to smile a little as Damien's petting was helping him to calm down. "It's not your fault."

For the first time in his life, Damien felt a little pang of guilt.
-
Stan had a seen a lot of pictures in his life. He thought about the pictures he had seen in history class; of wars, of the Holocaust, of people dying and starving and suffering. Were those real? He always thought he knew they were… but if he couldn't even see truth in Kyle's eyes how could he see truth in a picture? He lifted the picture of Tweek and Kyle and looked at it again. It was beginning to get soggy, and the rain was distorting it; blurring the picture just as Craig's words had blurred the truth.

"It's a picture… it's not really there…" He lifted his other hand and touched the place on the photo that looked like Kyle's face, the color smeared. But it wasn't his face, it was only a picture…

"But it seems real to me…" His eyes fell on the picture of Kyle's lips. His heart saddened as he began to regret leaving the red-haired boy. He wished he could go apologize; he still loved Kyle with all his heart, and maybe that was why he had chosen to blame Tweek; but he didn't know where Kyle was… and how could he expect Kyle to just take him back after what he did? Could he honestly say he deserved Kyle after treating him that way, after trusting a picture over the word of his own boyfriend, who was also his best friend, whom he'd trusted all his life?

"I miss you already, baby…" he whispered to the picture that was slowly becoming more and more ruined by the rain as he moved it slowly closer to his face. "I just don't know what to believe anymore…"
-
Hours later, Craig emerged from Tweek's house with a smug grin plastered on his face that he couldn't remove if he tried. Tweek stayed behind, waving good-bye to Craig, still jumpy but considerably satisfied. It was still raining, and much harder than before.

"H-hey… let's do this-" twitch- "again sometime, okay Craig? I think I can handle the pressure." He winked as Craig replied that he'd love to come over again. When they had finished saying their good-byes, Tweek closed the door in a relatively calm manner by his standards.

"Hey… what's this?" Craig wondered aloud, bending down to get a closer look at something soggy on the ground. He picked it up to see that it was a torn photograph, ruined by the rain, the colors distorted, faded, and blurred.

"Is this… Tweek?" It was torn on one side as if it had been at picture of Tweek and someone else and had been torn in half and Tweek's half had been left on the ground in the rain.

"Stan must have left it here…"