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This is a pretty messed up chapter- in fact- I'm a pretty messed up kid… adult…legally…

Chapter 7
Don't Close Your Eyes

"Tweek" he ordered silently with unmoving lips. "Get out of my head… get out!" that face kept appearing in his mind. The eyes shrouded with lust and uncertainty. Eyes that begged for his affection and pleaded for the truth.

"I do not need a repeat of before…" his mind told him. He flopped down on his bed and watched the snow blowing outside the window. His hand moved towards his phone. He picked it up but did dial anything. He let it fall to the floor creating a noise that seemed much louder then it was.

He let his eyes fall and it was darkness. He was special- he could have anyone he wanted. He was proud of himself…then why was Tweek controlling his thoughts? "Sexual tension." He answered himself. "Of course that would be it. Tweek never returned the favor. Tweek What does Tweek have to so with this? Tweek has everything to do with this" his eyes scrunched and calmed with every dilemma he had with himself.

"Of course that's it… You gave him the best pleasure and you completely forgot about yourself. You didn't even have his mouth-" Stan shot up in bed and felt a cool sweat on his forehead. He widened his eyes and then relaxed them, shaking his head in the process. "I'm not thinking of him outside of school." He relaxed against his pillows again, letting his eyes slip shut once again.

He felt the pressure of another body on his, even though there was none. "if only Tweek was more forward." He thought. "Maybe he'd be the one pushing me against the wall and- sick thoughts!" he yelled strictly at his mind. "Sick, sick thoughts…but what if his mouth was really talented… and- no!" Even though he wasn't asleep one would think he was in R.E.M with all his eye movements from the inner conflict.

Stan sat up again and felt slightly restricted. He looked down and gave out a small yelp of surprise and aversion. "Damn it" He seethed. This wasn't something that was going to just leave- he had to do it.

Stan popped his head out his door and made sure it was clear and then he bolted down the hallway to the bathroom where he slammed the door shut with force and locked it. He leaned against it was a heaving chest and waited as if something was to happen.

He turned on the shower and ran his hand under the semi-warm water and slowly undressed. "I have to fix the problem," He whispered with fierce edge. Stan relived himself and afterwards got into the shower to cool off.

The halls were empty. Stan was standing opposite of Tweek, who looked frightened. He couldn't figure it out but he looked different- scared wasn't it. It was as if he did something with his hair- did he dye it? It's brown; he must have done something to it. Maybe it's wet…it is raining.

Stan looked out the window and noticed the rain had stopped. He looked back at Tweek; he had a black eye and a split lip. Stan spun around countless times- but there was no one there.

The next thing Stan knew he was punching Tweek's face and slamming him into lockers. Tweek's face remained slightly busied but there was nothing else.

"Why?" Stan heard himself ask. It seemed really loud and far away. Tweek's mouth moved but no sound came out.

"Why?" he asked again louder.

Tweek appeared to be shouted at Stan, but he couldn't make out anything- he looked like he was lip-syncing the whole thing. He pulled him back and slammed him against the lockers again.

Stop it… he shouted again but this time, Stan could not speak and a loud shrill scream came out of Tweek's mouth. It was so loud, and it pieced his ears. He released him and covered his ears but the sound just got louder and louder.

Stan opened his eyes. The television was playing "Scream" and someone was dying and screaming and all together interrupting his dream. He grabbed the remote and shut off the T.V and then fell against the couch again.

He was afraid to close his eyes. He didn't even want to go back to the dream he just had, but he was. He wasn't even able to piece it together very well. He remembered it but he could speak it.

Stan brought his watch up. 4:37 am. "Of course it is…" he yawned. He didn't want to fall asleep again. "Stupid Tweek" He mumbled. "Since when are you in my dreams?" He fell against the back of the couch and tried to keep his eyes opened.

The room was dark and welcoming. The couch seemed to form around him and was a blanket all on it's own. He didn't notice when his eyes closed, but the next thing he knew his mom was shaking his shoulder.

The halls were swarming with kids standing in the middle of it, being insolent ass holes not moving for anyone. Stan pushed his way though the group of miner niners and found Tweek sitting at his locker sipping a cup of coffee.

"Arg…"

"Hi Tweek." Stan bent down. "I want to talk to you- I mean. I need to "talk" to you…now…before lunch is over…" His voice was low.

"Uh- Why?" he asked, feeling his body shake.

"Because I really, really need to talk to you…" Stan tried to suggest to him what he really wanted.

Tweek bit his lip. Stan gave him pleading eyes and he caved. "Where?" he asked feeling slightly airy.

"Follow me…" Stan stood and walked down the crowded hall, pushing people out of the way here and there.

"Listen Tweek." Stan started. "I don't know how to tell you this but-" he stopped talking and went though a door that led outdoors behind the gym where the football field was. Tweek followed him expecting him to finish the sentence.

He followed Stan all the way behind the small shack that held random equipment for the field games

"What did you need?" Tweek looked at Stan though serious eyes but Stan ignored his innocence and grabbed him, pulling him against his wanting body. Stan was in way over his head and Tweek was following suit.

There was an exploding feeling of flight in Tweek's stomach as he gently wrapped his arms around the boy kissing him with sheer desire.

It made Tweek feel stupid and he pushed himself away.

"What?" Stan asked while panting. "You're not going to be late for class." Stan leaned in once again to claim the confused boy's lips but he moved out of the way.

"Stan! Stop it!" Tweek shouted his voice was high like usual, but the tone of his voice was unnaturally serious. He pushed him away, the first bold move he's made in days "I'm – I- I'm sick of your games-ugh… and you getting me beat up… well I'm sick of it all. This isn't happening anymore" Tweek was angry, even more upset that the butterflies were furiously flapping around in his stomach.

"Stan" Tweek said honesty. "I don't know what fucked up issues you have and I don't- arg- really care… you can blame your sister or your parents or yourself, but Jesus Stan, you're more messed up than I am. If you find some- someone who likes to be used…than great. But-uh- I don't like it and I tried to show you that had feelings for you and you kicked my ass." Tweek glared at Stan, who was shocked at the words pouring from his twitching mouth. "So you can just fuck off and leave me alone Stan." He told him fixedly.

Tweek was sad. He didn't want to do that to Stan, but he had to know that Tweek couldn't go on living like they had a relationship. The truth was: Stan was afraid and Tweek was tired of getting shut down and beat up because of it. Sure he enjoyed whenever Stan would tempt him back to playing his stupid little game but it would stop today.

Tweek's stomach exploded with butterflies and he hated it. He hated them so much. He didn't want to feel the butterflies anymore, he had enough of them; but they wouldn't go away. Stan was reluctant to leave and he placed a hand on the blonde's hip.

"STAN! STAY AWAY FROM ME! I DON'T NEED YOU," the boy shouted angrily. The voice echoed though the empty field.

Stan narrowed his eyes and grabbed Tweek thin wrist. "You're going to attract attention." He hissed. He turned on heel and started to drag the bewildered Tweek behind him.

Yeah ok… really short I know. But I'm also posting ch 8 too, so enjoy SMILES!

Please review. Sorry if there were any spelling mistakes, I was busy at the moment…