My mom was fine with me leaving school after I vaguely told her what happened. She said, I'm always here to talk if you need it. Which is annoying. I don't need to talk.

I feel really dramatic. I know the guys don't care that I'm gay but… Clyde's such a bitch! What the fuck is his problem? It's frustrating that I'm worrying about him right now. He could've just made it easy for me. Obviously, if I- something like that-

If I waited all this time to tell them, clearly it wasn't easy for me! I don't want to talk about it again. At least not today.

They can fuck off and be worried about where I am. That's not my problem.

I slept for a few hours when I first got home. I needed to keep myself distracted so, I worked on my finals. After that got too boring, I cleaned the kitchen for my mom. Token and Clyde texted me about where I went and why. I ignored them, turning it to silent and leaving it on the table. And because of that and because I came home early, I forgot all about Tweek's proposal. I didn't even realize it when school ended.

When I did I panicked, and snatched up my phone. But there weren't even any messages from him. I hadn't told him I came home early but… Tweek's finicky. He probably just changed his mind.

My phone starts ringing. For some reason, I think it'll be him. It's Kenny and I feel stupid for expecting it to be Tweek. He's never called me before. "Hello?"

"Hey, man."

"Hey."

"You good?"

"Yeah, Kenny… You didn't need to call-"

"That's not why I called but, you left so I was making sure," he tells me. "When did you leave? Have you heard yet?"

"Heard what? I left before second period."

"Okay, I don't want to freak you out or anything," Kenny starts. "But there's some rumors going around that you were kissing a guy at Jenna's party," he says. "I swear I didn't tell anyone, Craig. I don't know who started it…"

My brain sounds like static. "Okay, that's… Have you seen Tweek? Does he know?"

"I don't know. I don't ever see Tweek. I was just telling you because I thought you should know."

"Thanks, Kenny. I'll see you tomorrow-"

"Wait, how come you're ignoring the guys now?"

"I'm not ignoring them…" I say. "I wanted some space."

"Clyde says you hurt his feelings."

"Boo-fucking-hoo. Clyde's a fucking pussy."

Kenny laughs. "He cares about you."

"I'm the one who came out, so what the fuck is he upset about?" I rant. "This shit is beyond disrespectful."

"I agree but you know how Clyde is. He said he felt stupid and like a bad friend," Kenny says. "You have to admit you can be harsh sometimes, Craig."

"This is ridiculous. I have to this rumor to deal with too but I'm supposed to be thinking about Clyde's feelings?" I say.

"All I'm saying is, I know he's not upset about you coming out so it has to be something else," Kenny says. "Are you gonna talk to him?"

"Yeah, when I feel like talking to him again."

"Craig, don't cause problems if he tries to apologize."

"I wouldn't. I'll talk to him and Token tomorrow."

"Alright," Kenny says. "Let me know if you need anything. Seriously." Ugh, sick. I hang up.

I stay on the couch, watching TV. I'm overthinking things. I have nothing to worry about because Tweek's moody, he changes his mind all the time. He was the one who always said he didn't give a shit if people found out… and fuck Clyde.

I sigh and stare at the screen. I thought Tweek might've been mad that I left early without saying anything. But now, I wonder if he's upset about the rumor or if something happened.

With Tweek something always happens….

I grab my keys and throw on my shoes. Then I hesitate. He has to be home. Practice was canceled and he said his parents weren't gonna be there. Fuck. This is stupid. But, he didn't answer my text. He didn't tell me to fuck off, he didn't say anything. What if someone said something to him? Or worse than that?

I jump in my truck and drive to his house. I don't know why. If he's ignoring me, he won't answer the door.

What if something is wrong though? And I was right down the street, watching TV. I have to try.

I knock on the door and wait. I made sure to knock loud enough to be heard because I already knew he wouldn't answer the first time. I knock again. Nothing.

It makes me mad so I start pounding on it. I know he's in there so, he's just fucking ignoring me. I pound continuously. It occurs to me he could be sleeping, or maybe he hasn't seen the text yet. Maybe he forgot or went to work with his parents.

The door swings open. Tweek grabs my wrist with one hand and flicks my forehead with the other. I'm pretty shocked. I didn't think he'd open it.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He flicks me again and again. "Why are you always like this?"

"Hey," I say, grabbing his hand. I'm no good at reading him so I can't tell how he's doing. I can't tell if he even knows. He looks like nothing. "You didn't answer my text."

"So you drove here? Are you a psycho?!" He asks. "If I didn't answer, doesn't that mean to leave me alone, asshole?" No, it means something's wrong, idiot. He drops my hand; I let go of his. "And there's a fucking doorbell, you piece of shit." He turns and walks back inside. I follow, closing the door behind us.

"Whatever. Are you okay?" I ask him bluntly. "Everyone knows."

"Yeah, I know," he says. "And you just left."

"That's not why I left," I tell him. I start to kick off my sneakers. Tweek's quiet, seems annoyed. "Are you alright?"

He shrugs. "I've already said that I don't care."

"But?"

His brow furrows. "I didn't say, 'but'."

"I felt like a, 'but' was coming."

He starts grinding his teeth. I can see his temples pulsing "It wasn't."

"Okay, geez," I say. "You seem upset."

"What do you fucking want me to say, Craig?" He snaps, "Obviously, it sucked!" He says. "And, of course you weren't there!" I'm quiet. What was I supposed to do? I left so early. I had no idea what was going on. But still, I didn't text him… I should have at least told him I had left.

He blushes, "It doesn't matter… Why did you go home?"

I grimace, reminded of the things I was decompressing from but I can tell he wants to change the subject so I oblige. "Don't be mad but, I told the guys."

Tweek grabs a water bottle from the kitchen and plops down on the couch. "The fuck does that matter now?"

"You know." I sit on the other side of him. "Maybe people will think it's just gossip," I point out.

"Yeah," Tweek says. "But we were making out on Jenna's balcony," he points out. "So I doubt it." I must've made a face because he repeats, "It doesn't matter." I have to believe him, right? I don't know if he was upset but he looks better now than when I first got here.

"Sorry…"

"Stop apologizing. You're gonna piss me off," he says. "We were making out," he repeats. "It was night, I didn't think anyone would actually see us," he admits. "I was the sober one. I should've pushed you off," he says. "…Although, ultimately, it's all your fault."

"Ha, sure." I accept full blame after you took partial blame. "Seriously, there's only a few weeks left. This is all we'll be remembered for now."

"Even my teacher knew. She fucking congratulated me like I had come out." He sighs. "Well, that's better than a negative reaction," he tries to reason. He doesn't sound convincing.

"Was it bad?"

"Huh?"

I'm almost hesitant to ask but it'd be better to know what I'm walking into tomorrow. "The reactions?"

"I don't know. Nobody tripped me or called me fag," he shrugs. "I guess I should be thankful but, I'm used to being invisible, everyone staring and whispering fucking freaked me out." Actually, that makes sense. Tweek is too scary for anyone to try to bully. He would beat them up instead- No, he doesn't need to. One punch would suffice. "And that dumbass teacher. I wasn't expecting it so I just nodded like an idiot."

"Coach is definitely gonna hear about it, then."

"UGH! Gross! You think? Fuck." He shudders.

"He talks to a lot of students," I tell him. "But I don't think he'll care, man."

"You don't think he's gonna be suspicious if he finds out? About… everything?"

"It doesn't matter," I shrug him off. "We got our privileges taken away a while ago. He shouldn't even be thinking about that."

"Who wouldn't?! It's so obvious," he says. "And how are we supposed to train together if he knows? Do you think he'll say something?"

I laugh at his anxiety. "I fucking hope not."

"It would be so awkward if he did," Tweek says. "What if he already heard!" He covers his face. "He'll think that's why I canceled practice today. We can't go back," he says and I chuckle at melodramatics. "It's close enough to the end. We could just stop showing up," he suggests.

"I have gym with him," I tell him.

Tweek pats my shoulder. "Good luck." I laugh and shrug him off. He's about to sip his water again but I take it and drink instead. He watches, unimpressed. He looks like he wants to say something.

"What?"

He thinks. I think he's thinking of something else to say instead. "You think it will get back around to our parents?"

"Doubt it…" I start, then, "I don't know." You run into everyone all the time here and there's not a lot to talk about. Does that mean he talked to his parents after last weekend? If he's asking me that, probably not.

"You… Hm, never mind."

"What? Say it."

"What happened when you told your friends? You never finished."

"They were fucking assholes about it. Not intentionally," I say. "Ignorantly," I tell him. "Is that really what you wanted to ask?" He presses his lips together. "You can ask. I'm not sensitive."

"I feel like a hypocrite if I ask," he says.

I shrug, "Just ask."

"I was gonna ask if your parents know but you don't have to answer. Let's talk about something else."

"Yeah," I tell him, easily after last night. "I told my mom, my dad told me he knew."

I watch his expression stay indifferent even though I can tell he's bothered. "We should talk about something else."

"Can I ask something since I answered your question?" He answers by glancing at me. "How come you don't want to tell your parents? But, you don't have to answer," I tell him. "We can talk about something else." It's only fair he gets the same offer.

His face bunches up, "Let's talk about something else then."

"Weak!"

"You answered just so you could try to ask a stupid question," he says. "Those weren't even comparable!"

"Then ask another question!" The difference is I'll gladly answer most.

"Fuck you," he says. "It's none of your business!"

"Your parents think we're dating anyways. If you-"

"What?!"Tweek screams. He grabs my shirt. "What did you say to them, asshole?!" His grip tightens. "Fuck. I should've strangled you when I had my chance." He shakes me, "What did they say to you?"

I smirk, "I'm not gonna tell you because you won't tell me." Tweek grabs me and tries to choke me out. Instead, I grab him and reverse the pin.

"You're a piece of shit," he struggles.

"How am I a piece of shit? Just tell me and I'll tell you."

"That's not fair," he argues.

"Now, you wanna be fair? You only want it to be fair when you're in a tight spot." I laugh at my pun.

"You think you're so fucking funny. Let me go!"

It was funny. "You tried to pin me first. Admit it was funny."

"I said you didn't have to tell me," he says. "Actually, I told you not to."

"I don't mind." Tweek gets loose.

"And I do!" He says, shoving my face. "That's why it's not fair."

I try to grab him but I don't know what happened. He gets me pinned. "Are you mad? I was joking," I tell him.

"Are you asking for mercy? Now, that you're in a tight spot." He mocks. I groan. "Laugh. It's funny."

"Okay, I get it."

"Admit you're an asshole and I'll let you go."

I snicker, "I could get you off if I really wanted to."

"Yeah? Then, why don't you?"

"'Cause," I tell him. "I don't really want to." I grab his thigh and we start kissing. I think it's crazy how long I've been here and we haven't even kissed yet. The whole point of me coming over was this and how long were we just talking?

Wait, how long have we been talking? As I'm lifting his shirt, my eyes flick over to the VCR behind him. I gasp.

"What?"

"Fuck, I'm gonna be late!" I stand, Tweek still on top of me. I drop him on the couch. He looks annoyed. "I told you," I say, laughing again. I grab my stuff.

I completely forgot about work too. What's wrong with me? "I gotta go. I'll see you later." Tweek waves from his porch.


A/N "soon"= 2 1/2 months later T-T ...sorry