As promised, here it is~

Sorry I didn't post it until a bit later, it was a pain in my ass to type up, an any errors I am also sorry about. I only proofread it once.

But we all know I'm not perfect.

The beginning of this chapter was originally a direct continuation of the last, so if it seems a little awkward, sorry.

It's also not as long as originally. I'm dissecting the original of this chapter so bad guys. I almost feel bad. x3

Enough of my blabbering. On to plot development.

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I had gone back to my old way, only I had nobody to try and break through to me now. Clyde was rather busy, as he had been for some time, but it was worse now because Bebe had stopped being so stubborn and accepted his love. Token was being Token, and was busy studying for college and trying to make something of himself and Tweek was angry at me for some reason. I don't know why. He was strange like that, and I didn't bother to inquire any further even though I'd definitely miss hanging out with him.

These circumstances left me completely alone to deal with all of these new emotions I was feeling float around my body, and even though I shoved them down my throat time after time they kept coming back. It was like my body wanted to reject them or something, but I didn't. Not yet. Dealing with all this alone posed it's own problem in itself since I was starting to feel unbearably lonely on top of all of that.

I didn't want to talk to anyone for some reason though. Well, no one but Steve and..him, and while there was hope in Steve since I hadn't found him yet, Kenny had made it clear that I was nothing more than just another piece of meat for him to use. Just another name on his list, a notch on his belt, whatever anylagy you want to use. And fuck! Why did I even want to talk to him? He repulsed me with his actions, and yet I let him do the very thing that turned me away from him to me,

My thoughts had never been too organized, but now they were in shamels and completely jumbled into one big mess that was confusing, and quite frankly, was pissing me off. I just wanted there to be a group of geese in the fiel again, caring for one another. I just wanted to be able to get agitated at Eric in the morning and then look at the teen in the orange parka with disgust. I wanted to clean the coffee stains from Tweeks shirt and let him know I was there for him, and hell, I'd even love it if someone wanted to argue about the existence of a fucking snow troll. I didn't want to feel confused anymore, and I sure as hell didn't want to hurt as bad as I did and not know why.

Why did the universe make it so that one little occurance between me and someone I never liked changed my whole life. Why did it taunt me with the fact that he was sitting so close to me every morning, but we were like strangers. Why did it have to make it so that I was so upset over him leaving me alone? Isn't that what I always wanted?

I think the part that killed me the most was the fact that when it got down to it, no one really cared. No one even knew that anything had changed. Everyone's lives were the same except for mine which was slowly starting to come apart every time I thought about the reality I'd put myself in. I was silently distraught, and yet my teachers expected me to do all of my school work, and everyone still disliked me despite my confusion. It was like I had no feelings to them.

Thanks to those thoughts, I stopped going to school.

I saw no point in going any longer, even if graduation was only a few months away. I guess I just ragequitted on the whole deal and decided that it wouldn't make a difference.

I was sitting home, my ass on the floor of my room as I watched Dot run around. Stripe had died not too long ago, and since my parents knew how much I liked him they got me another a couple of days after we buried Stripe in the yard. Ruby had named him since I was never good with names, and though she didn't tell me, my deductive reasoning said that it was because the opposite of a stripe is a dot..? I guess.

I cared for Dot, he was no Stripe but he was still absolutely adorable and listened to me when I talked. Stripe had been loaded with every secret I'd ever had since I was a little kid, but now that he was gone, I had to start all over again, which was okay with me since it gave me an excuse to talk.

I watched the furry rodent scurry around my room without a care as my mind drifted off into thinking about what class I'd probably be in if I wasn't taking a day off for the forth time in a row.

I was curious to know if the teachers wondered where I was, or even if the students thought about me. Even if it was only for a second. Maybe they'd think it was peculiar since I never missed school, or maybe they just wouldn't care. Maybe they'd think I was kidnapped or ran away or something happened. Four days was a long time, so maybe I had gotten a disease that was terminal, and just maybe they'd think that I deserved it as punishment for all those years of being a jerk. I probably did deserve something along those lines, but karma had come back and I was experiencing it right now.

Hmmnn. Calc.

I'd be in calculus right now, listening to tell us all about why one theta equals another.

Pfft.

I watched Dot scamper around a bit more before I grew bored and ended up putting him away. He seemed unhappy with my decision but I didn't really care. He was my pet afterall. He was pretty lucky I played with him as much as I did.

I tried my hand at videogames for a while before ragequitting that too and retiring to my computer. I spent quite sometimes doing a whole lot of nothing there, forgetting that my life even existed as I scrolled through what seemed like thousands of entertaining images. Of course I made use of chatrooms I visited often, talking to people I'd never actually met, let alone talked to. It was nice though. They didn't know about my nasally voice, or short temper. After a while, I started feeling a little neglected there too so I ended up closing out and quitting that activity as well.

I had a nagging obsession to draw Steve, or what I thought he'd look like, but I never got around to it. This time, my stomach was insisting that I hadn't eaten in several years and needed nourishment right now or I'd be done for. I stalled for a moment or two before starting the adventure down the stairs and to my kitchen where the treasure was.

The house was vacant due to my parents leaving early for work and my sister heading off to school, which she should have been returning any minute from. When I was alone though, I liked to pretend that I was in a horror movie or something. It was something I'd be very embarrassed if anyone saw, but it amused me far too much to stop. I'd act like I just saw some horrible murder committed and was next on the list to be killed. This time was no exception.

So there I was, wearily making my way down the steps, eyes shifting about as if I could be stricken with a blunt object at any moment. My back was pressed to the wall as I walked sideways down the flight, my steps slow. Once I reached the bottom, I turned quickly to make sure that no one had somehow snuck up behind me before I made a dash towards the kitchen. I panted fakely once inside before I relaxed my tensed muscles. I had already grown bored of this little game I was playing with myself.

I wandered to the fridge, one of my hands itching at my hip lazily as the other reached out to open the door and allow me to peek inside. I swear that I could look that fridge a thousand times and not find anything to eat even though it was full of food. I mean, I guess that left over Hamburger Helper looked good but I didn't really feel like warming it up, that required too much work.

As I pondered what it was I was going to eat, I heard the door open and close, and assumed it was Ruby returning from school. I gave a small 'Hey, Rube' as a greeting to let her know I was in the kitchen, my eyes staying fixed on the contents of the fridge which had just kicked on due to my negligence.

Cereal sounded like a heavenly thing I realized as I looked up to the gallon of milk on the top shelf. Especially since we had the good kinds.

I heard small footsteps enter the kitchen and averted my eyes to where they came from, seeing my sister looking at me.

"I didn't know you were friends with Kenny!" She said almost excitedly, a smile on her face.

I really didn't want to talk about him at all. We weren't really friends, but we'd been something for a brief time. I shrugged, not sure what answer to give her as I turned back to the fridge and pulled the milk out.

"He came over to Lily's house one time to visit her older sister~ He's really dreamy!" She practically began to fangirl while I felt disgust run though my poor held together body. There weren't many reasons he'd be visiting someone's older sister, and the thought made me want to hit something. I made my way over the the counter, trying to keep composed over a subject I shouldn't have even been worked up about.

"Eh.." Was all I replied.

"EH?! He was so nice too! He reminds me of a prince or something~" I looked to her, seeing that her smile was now bigger and her eyes filled with something close to admiration. "Why don't you ever invite him over?! You should invite him over once in a while so that we can all play together~"

I let out a huff before starting towards the fridge again, reaching up to grab the cereal from on top of it and then returning to the counter. "He's been over..besides, even if he did come over again, what makes you think we'd want to play with you..?"

I didn't have to look at her to know that her face sunk, mine would have too if someone denied me the right to see my prince charming. "Craig! Please.."

"Please what? I'm not even going to invite him over again.." I said rather quickly after her pleading. "How do you even know that we're friends..?" I turned towards her again, leaning back against the counter as I braced myself for some explanation that would probably bore me.

She blinked at me a few times as if I had two heads before she realized what I was asking of her. "Oh!" She straightened up a bit, patting her short's pockets down until she found what she was looking for. Her fingers fumbled around inside of her pocket for a moment before pulling out a piece of mail and holding it towards me. "Here's your mail, sir~"

I rolled my eyes before reaching out and grabbing it, which earned a scoff from her. I wasn't too concerned by it since my mind was racing with all of the possible things that this note could say in it.. and it had to be from Kenneth, which pissed me off but excited me at the same time. I mean, how else would she know that me and Kenny knew each other.

I unfolded the paper, my mind excited to find some long paragraph about how sorry he was and how we needed to talk and make things right again like in those cheesy movies.

No.

Meet me under the bridge again tonight around 8.

was all it said.

Oh, so that's all he wanted. I crumpled up the paper with aggravation violently throwing it at the trashcan, missing by quite a bit. I didn't pick it up though, and I knew I probably had earned an awkward look from Ruby but I didn't care. I grabbed my cereal and retreated up to my room.

I stayed up there for the remainder of the night, trying not to look at the clock and think about meeting him there. I got more anxious as the hands inched the time closer and closer to eight, thinking about how maybe I should go. I could just hear him out and leave if he tried to trick me into anything. I didn't even want to give him the time of day though, so I resisted the urge.

To keep my mind and body away from the blonde, I laid down, early for bed, curling up under my blankets and pretending like I was in a cocoon. If I didn't stay all nice and snugly wrapped up, I'd never hatch out an become a beautiful butterfly. I slowly drifted to sleep with that weird thought in my head until my almost slumber was completely ruined.

I head small bangs, or more like clanks. It made me worry at first that maybe there was a weird creature in my room, and at the same time I had that though I tried to debunk it as Dot being annoying. It continued though, grabbing my attention enough to make me sit up and listen to where it was coming from.

After a little detective work, I figured out that the sound was coming from my window, and knew someone outside was trying to get my attention, which was a new.

I made my way to the window frame, peeking passed the curtain and down to the ground bellow to see a bright orange parka. I rolled my eyes with a small grunt, moving to undo the lock and open up the window so that I could properly tell him to leave my house.

"Leave." I said loud enough for him to hear from the ground.

"Oh good, I'm glad I got the right window. I was hoping it wasn't your parents or something.." He sounded more relieved that offended by my insistence. "Rapunzel, let down your long hair~"

"Why are you here..?" I asked, my knowledge saying that he should have been at the bridge at this time.

"Do you think I'm dumb, Tucker? I knew you weren't going to go anywhere I asked you to." I could see that cocky smirk from all the way up here and it bugged me a bit.

"Go away.."

"I have something I wanna ask you though."

"I'm going back into my house." I threatened as i began to pull my head back inside of my room.

"Would you like to go out to dinner with me tomorrow?" He asked quickly, making sure that I'd hear him before I was completely gone. I froze for a second before popping my upper half back out of the window.

"..what?"

"You know..like food you eat at the end of the day..after lunch and before breakfast." He was being a smartass.

"I know what dinner is, asshole.."

He laughed a bit at my reaction before continuing. "We can go to that Chinese place in town or something.." He seemed a little nervous all of the sudden, and I could tell why because I could feel my own body begin to feel the same way.

"I have to be home by nine.." I said after a moment of being too dumbfounded to speak. It was so fucking weird. We hadn't talked in over two weeks and here he was, standing outside my window asking me on what you could consider a date.

I think he liked my response for afterwards, a big grin covered his lips. I just gave another roll of my eyes, pulling myself back inside and pushing down on the window to a close, hearing him yell a goodnight to me before it was completely closed.

I smiled to myself as I crawled back into bed.

Fuck, dude. I'm so gay.