Chapter Two: Tweek's P.O.V
Time seemed to slow down as I felt something cold and smooth fall down my shirt under my dark green windbreaker. Actually, it felt like a lot of somethings. Being the spazzoid I am, I freaked out, jumping all over the place. "GAH! SPIDERS! GET 'EM OFF ME! FUCK! SPIDERS!" During my panic attack, I manage to glimpse the fast retreating figures of two boys, laughing their heads off. Of course. Kenny McCormick and Eric "Fatass" Cartman. I don't feel whatever it was on my back anymore. I look down, and find myself surrounded by marbles. I look back up to see people staring. Craig amongst them. Oh God..
Those boys somehow always manage to be the ones to freak me out the most. Kenny more so than Cartman, though.
Kenny goes by many names, all of them quite flattering since he was so popular. He was known by many as the "Blond Sex God". Maybe it was because he's slept with almost everyone in this mountain town; Girls and boys. I wondered if Craig was part of that list, but shook my head at the thought. Too disturbing. Kenny was also called the "Prankmeister", as witnessed by my attack, he loved pulling pranks, and was, I admit, pretty sneaky. Cartman, on the other hand, was like an overweight puppy, following Kenny around. If he wasn't with Kenny, he'd be wreaking havoc with the inseparable two, Stan Marsh and Kyle Broflovski. It wasn't a surprise when they confessed their love each other in freshman year. It was actually very sweet. Stan sang a song over the P.A system, asking Kyle to be his one and only. That entire week, the couple was taunted by assholes like Clyde Donovan, Token Black, and even Craig. But of course, that didn't bother them.
It was obvious then that I couldn't let him know about my major boner for him. I'd rather be ignored by him then beat up.. I must have zoned out again, because somehow Pip and I ended up in front of his house. Pip was chattering away happily. I felt bad for not paying attention, so I opened my ears and zeroed in on the conversation.. "— and then the whole beaker exploded! Oh, it was such fun. Damien really knows how to liven up the class. Too bad I'm failing..." Pip had a talent of going through moods like no one I've ever met. He just went from giggly to mopey in the same sentence. "Aw, nng, come on, GAH! Pip. Y-you just have to learn n-not to get, nng.. distracted." Yeah, look who's talking. "I can't help myself around Damien", he pouts. "He always makes me laugh and we have so much in common! Oh, Tweek, I really like him."
"D-does he know, GAH! that? M-maybe he likes y-you too. He must if h-he's always grasping for your a-attention!" Pip laughs nervously and sets his bag on his huge king-sized bed. When did we get here? I shake my head. "T-tell him, Pip. You guys look g-great together." I should take my own advice. ".. E-even if he is the Devil's son..." Yep, Damien was the anti-christ, when he visits from Hell, he only seems to come by for Pip, because he wouldn't talk to anyone else, let alone look at them. Just as well, because if he did, people would probably run away screaming. Or melt into the ground. Who knows?
Pip looked thoughtful, lost in his own world. Just like me. "You think?" He says suddenly. "How can I find out for sure? Oh, Tweek, my dear friend. Please help me?" He gives me his best puppy dog eyes and I have to smile. How can I say no to that? "Of course, nng, Pip. But if I get burned to a crisp, it's on your head!" I laugh this time, and throw a pillow at his horrified expression. "We should s-start on our homework", I note. Pip agrees and we settle on the bed, books in our laps. With that, Kenny's and Cartman's little prank was forgotten. And so was Craig. For now.