Chapter 6
Adding to the Noise

Tweek was still angry with Stan for being such an asshole. He didn't think he would go to such lengths to stop Tweek from liking him. Besides, it wasn't that easy- he couldn't just stop liking someone, especially when he wasn't sure if was like.

He examined himself in the mirror. His eye was already starting to blacken. His whole body ached with pressure and pain and he thought of Kenny. He didn't know whom he was more pissed at.

Was Kenny just trying to help him out? Stan couldn't have been doing anything for him. If he didn't want him to like him all he had to do was say so without causing him pain.

Tweek cried out in frustration and threw the soaping face cloth against the wall. He leaned on the wall and slid down to the floor letting his tears spill out from his eyes. He hated feeling anything for Stan, even after he got him beat up. The last thing Tweak wanted to do was go to school and face Stan tomorrow.

His head throbbed as he cried on his bathroom floor cursing himself. "I should have never even attempted getting a date…" He thought. "Why did I go back?" His answer was a barrage of butterflies and he hated himself for remembering the night with Stan.

He wiped his eyes, and dabbed the bruised one gingerly. God knows what was going through Stan's head. "Stan has trust issues," Tweek told himself quietly as he stood. He once again examined himself in the mirror and thought of ways to explain this to his parents: not like they would give him good advice anyway.

He left the bathroom and headed to his room where he flopped down on the bed, and then realizing how much pain that caused him. He didn't know what Stan was so afraid of? Was it that he just didn't like Tweek: case closed, or did he just like his company.

Sure Tweek wasn't perfect and he had some paranoia issues that he should sort out, but at least he can show some emotion to another human being that could be considered love.

"Tomorrow will be a good day," Tweek thought as he gingerly turned to his side, and stared at his ceiling. "I'll tell Stan that I don't want him to--" Tweek closed his eyes as the butterflies crept around his stomach, interrupting his train of thought. "Arg- yeah…" He said to himself silently.

When Tweek went to find Stan in the morning before classes started he was nowhere to be found. Who he ran into though, really didn't make the situation better.

"I gave you specific orders" Tweek was pulled back by his shirt collar and was spun around to look up into Brent's very angry eyes.

"No- Arg… it's been one day- why do you think? Arg… Jesus- Brent, someone's lying to you- I never touched her!" Brent shoved his shoulder and Tweek stumbled backwards into the locker.

"Be by the music room after school, or I will find you" he said angrily in Tweek's face, noticing the people around him.

"What- arg-" his eye twitched. "What if I don't show up?" Tweek said loudly, hoping someone- anyone, would do something.

"Don't show up" he shoved him aside and walked passed him.

"God damn it. I'm going to- arg- kill Stan." He told himself, knowing that he wouldn't even be able to touch one hair on his head if he wanted to.

Tweek contemplated with himself whether to tell a teacher about him being a bully or just take it. If he told he may get in trouble for sexual harassment, even though he didn't do anything. He knew Stan was the only one who could stop this.

Tweek waited all day, and spent most of it trying to find Stan to make Brent not beat him up. When he finally saw him at 20 after 3 going into the library just after school let out, he ran after him.

"Stan." Tweek whispered harshly as he walked in. He turned and smiled at him and Tweek felt hate and yet he felt the butterflies appear too.

"Yes?" he said as if he didn't know.

"You know- erg what! Make him stop- this is your fault."

"Oh alright… I'll go with you." Stan offered calmly.

"Fine!"

They walked to where the music room was and where the hall would be dead at this time in the day. Brent was waiting there looking angry. Tweek let out a small scream of remorse and stood feet away from him.

"What's this Marsh?" He asked Stan, confused at why he was here.

"Well, I don't think you should beat him up- he didn't really "harass" your girlfriend."

Tweek was stunned- now what?

"What? I thought you said-"

"Whatever- I may have only stretched the truth… he just took her out on a date"

"Arg Stan!" Tweek screamed.

"What?" His menacing football form loomed over Tweek, who coward against the lockers.

"Calm down or you're off the team." Stan ordered. "It was before you were dating."

"I don't know why he's worth protecting," He said in Tweek's face and as he sighed with relief Brent whacked him across the face with his fist.

"Ugh…" Tweek slid on the floor and tasted the blood once again. Brent got in Stan's face and gave him the finger and continued to walk away. Even though Stan was half his size, he kept a straight, cool face the entire time.

"Gee- thanks" Tweek whimpered and wiped at his mouth. "The situation was handled quite well"

"Get up Tweek."

Stan but he pulled him into the one room bathroom between the gym, music room and shop class. He ran the cold water and dampened a few pieces of paper towel and handed the bundle to Tweek.

Tweek cleaned off the blood and Stan started to explain the severity of the situations. He leaned against the wall by the tap in a casual manner.

"Could have been worse. Listen, we are not an "item" and we will never be an "item", so you can't like me as if we were an "item"." Tweek was shaking like he did everyday and was dabbing his mouth with the paper towel, listing intently to the bullshit Stan was spewing.

"I don't like you- I'm just confused" Stan shook his head. He grabbed the paper towel and tossed it in the toilet.

"I care about your well being…" Stan told him sympathetically but with fire in his eyes. "I don't want to ruin anything that we have." He hinted seductively and cradled Tweek's face.

"Stop Stan…" Tweek pleaded but Stan shook his head and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

"Why? This is what you want… just don't make a big faggy crush out of it…" he placed his lips upon Tweek's again, this time sliding his tongue between his lips. Stan tasted the metallic aftermath of the blood as he roamed his mouth.

Stan pushed Tweek on the wall, and whispered in his ear, "I want you so bad". Tweek felt helpless under his rough touches and forward suggestions.

"Erm…no…you're only going to beat me up again…" Tweek protested while Stan gave him a hickey.

"I know you want it just as bad… and as long as you stop falling in love with me, and besides Brent is lame, he wont beat you up anymore." Stan told him through bites on his neck on the already bruised spot.

"If you'd stop…" Tweek said loudly and aggressively and Stan did.

"If I'd stop what?" Stan asked with humor. He pushed on Tweek's shoulders so he was pinned against the wall. "Giving you what you want… so you get a black eye here and there. You'll learn that this isn't real, it's not meant to be a relationship, Tweek… get it through your head." Stan pushed his lips against Tweek's who felt too much to push him off.

Stan roughly held onto Tweek's hips, gripping them tightly. Tweek quietly moaned out Stan's name as pressed himself against the defenseless blonde. He thrust his tongue into Tweek's mouth and he willingly accepted it, not even thinking about how he's probably going to pay for this.

Tweek pushed his hands lightly on Stan's chest, but he didn't give up. He hated the fact that the pig-headed butterflies showed up at a time when he didn't want them. Finally Stan released the bewildered boy under his power and sank to the floor. Tweek lazily shook his head no, but Stan proceeded to unbuckle the boys' pants.

"Stan… this is your fault… Arg- stop" He said loudly as Stan grabbed his semi-hard member.

"We're not "lovers" were "friends" with benefits…" Stan told him boldly.

"No…" Tweek repeated without much persuasion behind his words as Stan took him into his warm mouth. Tweek moaned out softly and couldn't stop shaking; he didn't want Stan to know the butterflies were back again- he'd just get beat up.

Stan swirled his tongue around his hardening member, sucking on it to elicit quiet moans from his victim. Stan took in his length and then would focused on the head of the penis before letting it slide back into his mouth. Tweek's hand tangled into ebony hair as he repeatedly whispered, "no…" but Stan never stopped. He gripped at the wall and allowed his head to loll back and forth.

Tweek moaned lightly and hated himself for doing so, but he wasn't able to think straight at the moment. Stan's skillful mouth continued to suck and bob until Tweek released into his mouth. Stan swallowed some and spit the rest on the floor, not caring what Tweek thought. He didn't care about the taste; he just didn't feel like swallowing it all.

Tweek sank to the floor, fixing his pants. Stan wiped his mouth and planted a kiss on his "friends" quivering lips. "Remember, Tweek we're only friends… I hope this made you see things more clearly." He stood.

He straightened his hair and clothes, winked at Tweek and left the bathroom letting the door slam behind him. Tweek sat on the bathroom floor shaking as the butterflies started to dissipate. This was the first and last thing he wanted to happen.

Stan made it very clear to him that he didn't want him crushing on him, but he couldn't help it, not after that. He just had to hide it better.

Don't jump to conclusions yet… Stan may be an asshole right now, but just wait- it'll all come together… hahahahhah! I have it planned out… trust me…Please review, I would like it if you did- leave me comment- I don't care what it is- could be that I'm a fucking moron if you like- or that you liked the story (always the preferred one)

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