Just a few things;

I realized I had a few typos in the last chapter and I'm seriously sorry about that. I only had time to proofread it over once. It definitely won't happen again. D;

As for the direction this is going in, this chapter is going to make it seem one way. Where it's actually going, you'll have to find out yourself~

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"Hey! Craig!" I stiffened up a bit at the mention of my name, annoyed by the fact that it had come from that fatass's mouth behind me. Instead of acknowledging that he was talking to me, I just continued my blank stare out of the window, my chin leaning on my palm as it supported the weight of my head. I really wasn't in any mood to deal with the idiots who were conveniently sitting closer than i would have liked. I was having a rough morning to say the least.

"Craig!" He said my name again, annoyance of his own in his tone this time. I really didn't care why he was trying to get my attention. It was probably for something stupid, like he wanted to ask me a question that he knew I honestly wouldn't feel like answering or wouldn't know the answer to. I hadn't been tuned into their conversation preceding him wanting my attention, so i was clueless.

"Asshole!" He gave a third call, using the profanity as if it was a nickname I had adopted. Why couldn't I have just one period of peace? If it wasn't bad enough that I had to hear his voice at all, he had to communicate with me.

Tired of his nagging, I didn't justify the rude tone with any response other than raising my middle finger up to flip him off with my free hand. It let him know i heard him but wasn't going to talk to him as my eyes stayed fixed outside.

"Stop being such a dick, Craig." Cartman spat out as my focus began to fade from the nuisance himself back to the world that lied on the other side of those thin panes of glass. Unfortunately, my focus wasn't there for long before I heard Kenny say something that, for some reason, really made my skin crawl.

"Don't get mad, dude. It was only an invitation~"

Maybe it had been the underlying tone of cockiness, or the fact that he had made sure to say it loud enough for me to hear, but it riled me up. Kenny wouldn't fail to take it up if it had been an offer, which was probably the part that annoyed me the most. He slept with anything that moved. That thought alone not only made me feel a bit sick but also repulsed me since he was hinting that he'd want me to be one of his gay experiences.

Without thinking, I turned quickly in my seat to face him with a heavy look of aggravation apparent on my face, one of the few expressions they had ever gotten from me. This change in character was only met with a smirk that consumed the blonde's lips, my mind immediately wishing that he had had that hood on.

"This is why nobody likes you. " I said more harshly than I probably should have, my brain thinking words up and shoving them out of my mouth before i even had a chance to stop them. For a few seconds, I thought maybe that'd helped my case, but instead, his smirk only grew bigger.

"Yeah, yeah. You always remind us, Fucker." Kenny said as if he had heard that rebuttal a million times, which was quite possible but it was true. It was that same attitude that only made people dislike them.

Though my face had reverted back to it's normal, expressionless self, I couldn't help the glare that was forced onto it by those words. I was completely frustrated at the fact that i really didn't have anything to say back and at how they had managed to make me lose my cool so easily, but I was left silent anyway, like usual. I didn't speak much, so it was really understandable how I wasn't the best at arguing, or at least I thought it was.

He kept looking at me with that same smug look, awaiting some other excuse for why I was so unhappy with him all of the sudden. I couldn't form words when I was looking at him. If only his hood was on. Something about that emaciated pale face that was framed by the equally pale hair, and those bright eyes staring out at me. He looked tired, yet that smile contrasted it so well that it almost masked the fatigue. I just couldn't do it when he looked at me with that face.

I turned in my seat again to resume the position I'd been sitting in, giving a probably over-dramatic eye roll. I really did hate them both.

When I looked back out at the field, the geese sat in the same spot where they were always huddled in, even as the clouds began to darken the thin air. They hadn't moved since I'd last looked, and if they had, it was only to scoot in closer to one another.

I had put a lot of thought into the possibility of a hairy white creature dwelling among the trees, and decided that maybe he'd need a name once I met him. If he did, I'd probably come up with something ironic like Tiny...or Steve.

It seemed so odd that things like geese and Yettis were in my everyday thoughts, and I'm sure no one would have guessed it, but they were. They were like the staples that held my mind together. They represented more than just living things I could never touch.

"Seriously, Craig!" Came that voice again, even after I had been sure it had stopped for good. I almost lost my temper there, but being the level-headed boy I was, I managed to maintain an expressionless visage. I turned in my seat slowly, ignoring the blonde completely and instead meeting that honey colored, much appalling gaze with my own.

"What...?" I said with a hint of attitude, my voice as calm as it could be when face to face with Eric.

"Your faggot boyfriend is outside." He said, my eyes immediately moving to the door frame seeing Tweek looking in through the small window on the door. He'd probably been trying to get my attention this whole time, which almost made me feel awful about snapping on Kenny and staring out of the window for so long.

Though I was a bit surprised to see him there I didn't show it, I just got up and made my way toward the teacher's desk to ask for a pass out. Those two mumbled something about me being just as bad as Stan was with Kyle, but I ignored it completely, getting what I needed and leaving to join Tweek in the hallway.

He was always a mess, and really, since I was the only one willing enough to pay him attention he would always come to me for help. That's why when I came close enough to see the tears welling up in his eyes I wasn't too shocked.

"I-I thought yo-you were ignoring m-me..arh!" He whimpered a bit while I just stared blankly before muttering a 'no'. After a few seconds of twitching, he spoke again.

"I s-spilled c-coffee on m-myself..."

Dude, could he get any more spastic? Seriously. Maybe if he wasn't twitching around so much he'd be able to hold a Styrofoam cup without staining his shirt.

I blinked at him a few times before grabbing his hand and tugging him towards my locker, which contained an extra shirt I had brought to wear to gym but never actually did. After grabbing it and securing my locker shut, we ducked into the restroom. The whole trip didn't take too long since both were fairly close to the room I had just been day-dreaming in.

Due to Tweek's anxiety issues, or whatever he told me it was, I had to be with him when he changed so that he wouldn't get even more spastic and hurt himself. It wasn't such a big deal since it was just his shirt and I'd seen plenty of guys without shirts before in my life, my dad being my least favorite. It wasn't ever for any sexual reasons, if your mind is in the gutter, it was swimming and locker rooms that gave me the not-so-needed experience.

I watched as he stepped closer to me, sticking his arms above his head, looking at me expectantly. Of course I knew what he wanted me to do but i looked away as if i hadn't seem the needy look he was giving me. He protested with a whine that seemed to echoe off of the tiled wall and I really couldn't just pretend to ignore that.

Fuck, dude, I'd probably have to spoon feed him pretty soon if I kept on babying him. I sighed, irritation evident on my face now as I tucked my gym shirt under my arm and leaned down to grab the hem of the coffee stained shirt. With one swift, careful movement i tugged it off over his head, messing up his hair even more than it already had been. I balled the shirt up in my fist, looking at his chest to see red, irritated spots where the coffee had scolded him.

Holding onto the teal button-up in one hand, I used my free one to hand him my tee shirt and watched as he slipped it on. It was definitely big on him, but he didn't seem to mind. It was certainly much better than the dirty shirt he'd just been wearing. I honestly hoped no one knew it was my shirt though, or else I'd get even more shit for being there for the twitchy blonde. I don't know why people accused us of being more than friends. Just because I helped him out and was there for him? That's what friends do..isn't it?

He showed the same affection he usually did when I helped him out, clinging to the front of my shirt like a girl would as he twitched "Argh! T-Thanks, Craig~" I shrugged a bit as I looked down at the smile forming on his lips. He really was like the girls I'd encountered many times in my life. Girl's were very clingy, very needy, just like him. All of the girls who had insisted on clinging to me though, I had pushed away. I had never even thought about doing that to Tweek. He was an exception I guess.

I shifted my weight onto one foot, feeling his grip loosen as I took the opportunity and turned towards the door. Out of the corner of my eye, just as I moved, I saw Tweekers lean up for some reason, his face moving towards where mine just had been. Whatever his intentions, my sudden movement had messed him up. I turned to see what he was doing, and when I did, his cheeks looked flushed. I just rolled my eyes and continued out.

What a weird kid.