A/N Okay… this chapter will test my POV skill (Buddha help us…) So it'll switch back and forth between Stan's POV and Tweek's POV… so I'll try and make it as clear as possible whose saying what… with that said, enjoy the chapter, I believe it's almost over… please review…:) I beg of you… it's not hard… ANYWAY…I know you're reading it…I have over 300 hits… BMB

Chapter 8
Stop The World From Making Sense

So I told him never to talk to me again, told him I didn't need him. It's what he wanted to hear wasn't? So why is he so pissed off at me? And why the hell is he dragging me to that stupid bathroom again!

"Stan… let go…" I ordered meekly as he pulled on my arm. He didn't look mad, but I could feel his anger emanating from his body. My bruises from Brent were just starting to heal; I didn't need him taking his frustrations out of me too. Jesus!

He pushed me in the small tiled bathroom and slammed the door shut, locking it behind him. No one ever came to this bathroom unless they were in class; unfortunately it was lunch so no one would find me until after I've been beaten to a pulp.

I never knew anyone could be so ungrateful. Tweek came to ME and I gave him what he wanted. He was standing against the wall shaking as usual, with his stupid untidy hair and messy clothes goddamn it he's attractive…

Wait? What? I shook my head trying to detach any trace from what I was thinking. Focus…

What the hell is he thinking…he's getting angrier every minute…why? What did I do? I told him what he wanted to hear… fuck! Great… I'm getting angry…arg… I never get angry…

I felt the rage climbing from my toes to my stomach, making my hands ball into fits. I didn't realize that I stepped away from the wall, swung my arm back and punched Stanley Marsh right in the mouth.

"Ugh!" I screamed. What did I just do? I felt the rage dissipate and fear taking its place instead. Just start crying, he won't know what to do! On my god he's going to kill me—Jesus! Why did I do that?

He's not moving… oh my- Jesus! There's blood… I'm dead…I'm dead! I moved back ageist the wall in panic and waited for him to do something, but he didn't move at all.

I wiped my mouth and got rid of the tiny trickle of blood that trailed down my chin. I looked at him. Tweek looked like a dog that just got caught chewing on the sofa. He didn't blink or breathe… what the hell was he thinking?
I'll cry… no they he'll really hurt me… I'll just take it like a man. I closed my eyes tightly and waited for Stan to punch my lights out. Shit, shit, shit…he's going to be relentless…he's going to kick me ass… my breathing heightened and I think that I started hyperventilating.

Stan shoved me hard into the wall, his hand pushing against my collarbone. I waited and waited and waited. Nothing happened…what was he waiting for, a bell? I opened my eyes. He looked pissed (not a big surprise) but he looked like he was deep in thought…what was so hard about the situation? Not that I'm complaining.

Go on! Hit him, he deserves it. GO ON! Why can't I move my arm? God damn it Tweek, look scared…why is he looking at me like that? I looked at him skeptically and he closed his eyes quickly, I could feel him go weak.
I can't believe I feel them…sick… sick… Why hasn't he hit me yet? My legs feel like jelly and I open my eyes to see what he's waiting for. He looks more confused then ever, just staring at me. Jesus…why am I so turned on right now? I need him…no arg…yes

I grab the back his neck with my free arm and pull him closer to me.

Wha- what is going on? Is he?
I'm melting in your eyes
I lost my place
Could stay a while
And I'm melting in your eyes
Like my first time
That I caught fire
Just stay with me; lay with me now
I shoved my lips against his forcefully, instantly tasting blood but I don't mind. Stan let go of my shoulder and placed them hungrily on my waste.

"Not here…" I panted when I pulled apart.

"Yes… here." He answered me and pushed himself against my body, and the butterflies returned stronger then ever.

I kissed his neck over and over aging. Wasn't I just going to kick his ass? How can I think about hitting him when he's trembling under my grip? I have him under my thumb. I smiled to myself as I slowly slide him to the floor with myself. We sat in a crumpled mess, our tongues fighting to gain dominance, when did Tweek become so power hungry?

I try to take off his shirt but he stopped me. Instead he dragged his hands down to my belt buckle and unfastened it. He long ago gave up the war with our tongues and I was roaming his mouth, ever so often tasting reminisces of coffee.

He zipped down my pants and I could feel myself growing hard just by the gesture. He pulled away from my mouth and lowered his head down to my manhood. I gasped loudly as he engulfed it with talent as if he'd done it millions of times before.

I hunched over his head and gripped the wall as he continued to bob his head in my lap, why I had never let him do this before. I found it slightly funny that he mimicked my techniques, but he felt too good to say anything about it.

I moaned out quietly and apparently egging Tweek it. I could feel him varying his pace as he sucked hard on my member. I tightly gripped his hair and I heart him grunt uncomfortably, but I didn't care, I held on to it for fear of crying out.

Stan painfully tugged on my hair; I thought that he would let go but it took a while before he did. It was an odd taste but I don't even know why I did it. He hardly deserved it, ahh… he placed his lips on my neck and sucked hard on it. I copied his motions and he murmured soft moans of contentment.

He pulled me back and kissed me roughly on the lips. I wasn't done yet- he made me leave him hanging arg… I felt him rubbing his palm against my own screaming member.

"Stan..." I muttered almost incoherently and he grunted in response, still fondling me. I was trembling again like normal, my eyes were taking on lives of their own, opening and closing.

He was still kissing my neck, god his lips feel so- agh- good… I can't contain myself I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close that it looked like we were one strange being. I was now thankful that it was lunch and there was still 20 minutes before it ended.

Stan pulled away from me and lowered his head and sucked on the tip of my hardening penis. I held my breath as he slowly took in the length and then quickened his pace. I gripped his shoulders and clenched my teeth. My eye was still twitching on its own and I wished that it would just stop, however my focus was changed quite quickly when he sucked on the tip again and then ran his tongue up and down the shaft.

He pulled away and I complained. He kissed me softly and then removed our restricting pants with talent, never removing his lips from mine.

Tweek looked so vulnerable underneath me. I can't believe the things I was thinking. Was I actually starting to like Tweek? I shook the thought from my head and kissed his mouth one last time before trailing down his jaw to his neck where I proceeded to give him yet another hickey.

My thoughts always strayed to why I was doing this and I wanted them to stop. I knew why I was doing this- it wasn't because I actually "liked" Tweek I tried to reassured myself.

His eye was twitching, no big change. He looked at me with passion and it made me smile- Tweek Tweak was never going to let this alone. Then I thought, was I? The more I did this to Tweek, the more he liked me… am I doing this for the same reason?

I bit my lip and once again shooed the thought from my head. I positioned myself between his legs and pushed slowly in. God knows why we were doing this in the bathroom, but it just felt right.

I watched him close his eyes tightly and I stopped letting him get used to the feeling again. When his eyes opened again (and twitched, I might add) I carried on moving in slowly until I was fully in, letting his adjust once more.

I moved slowly at first, enjoying how Tweek was trying to contain his screams by biting his lip and rocking his head back and forth. He held on to my shoulders and pulled me forwards with force.

He kissed me hard. I obliged and kissed him back, allowing his tongue access into my mouth. I started to speed up my motions, pulling out and pushing in harder. I felt him moan in my mouth and I had no choice but to follow suit and groan into his mouth.

Tweek pulled away from the kiss and threw his head back in a silent scream. He tugged and pulled on my shirt and I knew that he was coming close to release, then again, so was I.

In sheer ecstasy, I heard Tweek cry out and release in my hand. A few more thrusts and I came I relaxed against his panting body. The bell was apt to ring in a few more minutes but neither of us wanted to move.

We cleaned ourselves as much as we could and dressed, not speaking. I could feel him burning beside me and I turned to face him. I brought him close to me and hugged him.

"Arg…" the squeak came out of his mouth and he stiffened against my body. In a moment he relaxed and let me hug him, unmoving. I felt a stinging ache inside; why didn't he hug me back? I held on him tighter but all I got from him was a jolt.

The bell rang and he let out another distinctive scream and shuddered against my embracing body. I pulled him an inch away from my body and kissed him. He pressed his lips against mine and it lightened the situation.

"I've gotta- arg- get to class… bye Stan." he said loudly and then pecked my cheek, a gesture that didn't go unnoticed. He left in a rush and I watched feeling dismay. I slapped myself softly in the face and told myself I wasn't falling for Tweek Tweak…he was the one falling for me. How stupid could I be to like someone again?

That's the "I don't know" last chapter… I really don't know... I have bits and pieces figured out so bear with me and leave me a review.