Craig took attention to my piercings and said he really liked them. A lot. That was the first time in what felt like forever that he acknowledged me and not his girlfriend.

I walked to the park alone after school as I had for the past two weeks. It was rainy and cold but I didn't care. Craig loved Maddie and not me. At least the rain would conceal the hot tears that continuously ran down my face. I watched my feet as they stepped in the small puddles that built up on the sidewalk, dampening my shoes. Again, I didn't care.

I finally made it to the park. I was freezing under my light jacket and my nose was beginning to run from the low temperature. My tongue played with the ring that was looped around my lip as I tried to forget about the cold.

As soon as I sat under the playground that Craig and I sat under a few weeks ago, I began to cry. I tugged at my hair and bit at my nails, causing some to bleed even. I was a mess. I didn't want him to love her. I wanted him to love me.

I cried and cried for what felt like hours until I felt someone sit down next to me. I jolted and looked up at who was next to me. Through my tears that created a fog-like effect, I made out a blue hat and jacket and a huge stature. I knew that shape all too well and buried my face in my arms and knees again, basically in a fetal position. I didn't want him to see me like this. He didn't care. I shouldn't care, but I do.

Craig's arm wrapped around my small body and pulled me close to his. Immediately, his body heat began to transfer to mine and I began to calm down in his embrace. I would be lying if I said I didn't fall asleep on and off again in Craig's lap. I didn't understand why he was doing this, but at the moment, I didn't care. I missed this.

We stayed like this until the sun began to set below the horizon. If Craig wasn't here, I would have just stayed the night at the park. Instead, he carried me the whole way home, just like he used to do.

When we finally arrived at my house, Craig set me down on the porch and tilted my head up so we were looking at each other, eye to eye. All I wanted to do was begin sobbing again.

"Do you want me to leave?" he whispered. His voice was stiff, but not in an angry way. It was as if he was upset. As if he had been holding back tears this entire evening.

"No, I really don't," I whispered back. I could've sworn he was going to kiss me but he only brought me into another hug. It was good enough for me. I haven't gotten this much affection in weeks. He picked me up again and we headed up to my room. He knew my house by heart.

He set me down on my bed and got in with me. He brought the covers over us and pulled me into another hug. Well, I guess now you could say we were cuddling. I inhaled deeply, smelling Craig. Spearmint and coffee.

This is what I wanted every night. I wanted to fall asleep in his arms and listen to his heartbeat as I drifted off. I wanted him to rub my back as I shook from anxiety. Hell, I would do anything for him to be able to fall asleep next to me every single night.

I fell asleep with my heart beating out of my chest.

…

I woke up the next morning to find that Craig had disappeared. For a short moment, I considered the thought that I had made it all up. But I knew I didn't. It did seem like a Tweek thing to do but it felt all too real. Plus, my blankets still smelled like him. I hated that he was gone. It didn't help that at school, Craig pretended as if nothing ever happened. That's something that stung.

However, Bebe and I were back at our act and were beginning to talk about our second order of operation. My second dream.

We were back in the usual hallway, discussing the plan.

"So what's another dream you had with Craig where he liked you?" Bebe asked, excited to hear the answer. I blushed deeply as I had a few days prior.

'-the hand Craig had on my cheek moved down my body. First, he caressed my neck, making me squirm a little. Then, it when down to my chest where he felt the top of my jet black shirt, but I could tell he didn't want it there. He removed his other hand from my neck and pulled the dark shirt over my head, unfortunately breaking the kiss. I was now left shirtless with Craig straddling me fully clothed.

"Well that's not fair, is it?" I smirked. I leaned up and quickly tore Craig's shirt (that looked nearly the same as mine) off his body. Before we were back to our heated make out session, I had the chance to look up and down his body, and I liked what I saw. He was toned, smooth, and perfect in every way possible.

This was all interrupted when I felt a pair of lips land on mine, our jewelry again clinking together. Only this time, we didn't laugh. We were too caught up in the moment of lust and romance. My jeans began to grow tight, tighter than they usually would when I got awkward erections in class when I would think about Craig. This was because I was wearing skinny jeans at least two sizes too small than my actual size (which I thought was impossible considering how small I am already). The pain of the tightness against my crotch became unbearable when Craig grinding against it with his own tight skinny jeans (tighter around the crotch area might I say).

We pulled away from the intense kiss and looked into each other's eyes. We both knew we wanted this, and we both knew we wanted it now. Craig began sucking my neck, making me moan in pleasure. At the same time he was surely leaving red and purple marks on the sensitive skin, he began to undo my seatbelt "The Nightmare Before Christmas" belt, then the button securing the pants, and finally slid down the zipper. I was so close to freedom from this painful hell that was occurring down south. Craig's large fingers slid into the waistband of both my skinny jeans and boxer briefs and began to pull them down, and finally felt a release. One of his hands immediately grabbed my-'

"Uh- I was wearing emo-ish clothes from like Hot Topic or something. Skinny jeans and a black shirt of some kind," I explained quickly. I could already tell I was going to be uncomfortable in skin-tight clothing. I wanted to know how Craig managed to do it every day. I've been forced to wear skinny jeans before for a school play and it felt like hell.

"Looks like we're ditching again. Off to the mall we go!" Bebe exclaimed loudly as she once again led me out of the school and to her car. Why do I keep letting this happen?

…

"Bebe, I don't think this fits," I mumbled once I walked out of the dressing room in skin tight jeans and a band shirt just as tight. I felt as if I was in a straightjacket.

"No, no, they look good! Trust me, Craig will like them," Bebe reassured me. I have to trust her on this. "Oh also, nice ass!" she shouted for everyone to hear. I sprinted to the dressing room once again, hiding my shame. However, I have been told multiple times I have a nice ass. Maybe Craig will notice this, too.