"Look, Craig, I know it's hard for you at home, but you don't need to do THIS!" Clyde yelled, and I ducked behind a corner as my three best friends came into view. I hoped it didn't count as eavesdropping…What if they saw me and beat me up? Or hated me? Oh, Christ – they could have been plotting my murder!

I heard a few words muttered. "Dude, we're sorry that things at home suck but –" A few more muttered words I didn't hear. "But doing drugs isn't cool." Token carried on. "It'll ruin your life." He said seriously.

"I don't have a life, not a good one I could "ruin". Not anymore."

"Tweek?" I yelp as Craig's face is in my face, and I jerk away. My eyes adjust to my room, and they widen. Oh god, what is Craig doing in my room? I glance at my open laptop and see the project title on the first slide of a presentation on the screen. Oh, the project.

"What do you want to do?" His voice is so flat it doesn't sound like a question. I shrug. I don't know what I want to do. I just want this project to be over, so Craig can leave! He's not exactly horrible, but it's kind of hard to talk to someone you used to be with friends with then – I don't know what we are now.

"Um, coffee!" I dashed out of the room, finding my way to the Kitchen and to the coffeemaker. I turn the machine on as I think, trying to calm myself down. It's all getting to me; Craig, Craig, Craig, project, Craig, memories.

I pour the coffee into a cup. Was that real? That memory where I eavesdropped on Clyde, Token and Craig? I can't remember it. Oh god, I'm being injected with some kind of amnesia potion! I shudder, taking a sip as I walk slowly back upstairs, careful not to spill anything.

I put my drink onto my desk as I move back onto the bed, slightly wary how close he still is to me, as if he somehow shuffled closer, without me realising. "Nngh, we could do joy." I offer and he shrugs, turning away and using my laptop – my laptop! – to add a title. Theme – Joy. Okay, one bit over. What do we-

"We just have to say what it is and shit." Craig deadpans, already opening up a window and my mouth drops open. He read my thoughts! Jesus Christ! I knew there was something odd about him! That's why his eyes are so grey and –

My eyes shift to the screen as he just stares at it. I squeak, realising the search box shows past searches. Can the government intercept phonecalls and Am I being poisoned and I'm gay, will I get beaten up? My eyes screw shut, embarrassed. Now Craig knows, he'll tell everyone I'm queer! That's why he came around my house, to make my guard come down, and find a secret that'll guarantee he can be popular again!

"You alright?" I sit back up, staring at him. I need to find a bodyguard. Oh god, what if I can't find one, and I have to defend myself? What if I get someone really hurt and end up in prison? You know what they do to guys like me! They make me their –

"I'm gay, too. Calm down." My eyes widen, and we both sort of look at each-other for a while. He looks kind of bored, but he always freaking does, while I don't know what to think or feel! He's gay? He just told me to calm down? We're not friends anymore – since when is he allowed to comfort me? His shoulder brushes up against mine and I gulp, relaxing just a bit. Damn it.

Apologies, but it's still going to be a while until the Creek starts up. Still, review so I will upload the next chapter quicker, which in turn will make the Creek come sooner!