Chapter Thirteen: Tweek's P.O.V
School was interesting for once. Not because of the subjects, or the teachers; but because it was almost filled with same-sex couples. Everywhere you looked, every you turned, you would two boys holding hands or making out by the lockers. It was beautiful. I finally didn't feel like a freak. I saw Kenny and Cartman, too wrapped up in themselves to taunt me, for which I was grateful. I finally spotted Pip, whom I assumed had been kidnapped, but really, he was captured by Damien.
Way to go, Pip, you got what you wanted.
And so did I.
As I thought this, I looked at Craig beside me, our hands intertwined. He was staring back at me, a certain glimmer shining in his blue orbs. I blushed, and he smiled. It felt like we were the only two people in the hallway, nothing else mattered, much like that first time we connected in the cafeteria. "W-what are you looking at?" I laughed nervously. "Oh, nothing, just admiring the view," he mused and flashed his pearly whites and I could feel my breath catch in my throat. He was fucking gorgeous. It was too bad he didn't smile like that more often, but I was comforted by the fact that I was the one that made him this happy and relaxed.
Somewhere in the back of my mind my conscience was nagging at me constantly; yelling about the mess left in my usually tremendously clean room. We left the blankets crumpled on the floor, and some... unfortunate stains littered the mattress. I secretly hoped I could get to scrubbing them before my parents saw. Not that they would mind, I hope.
Oh, Jesus, what if they were totally against homosexuality and disowned me?! Aaahhh!
My silent quarrel was not unnoticed by Craig, seeing as he was still watching me, seeing my eye twitch uncontrollably and my tortured lip between my teeth as I ripped the skin, causing it to bleed profusely. I couldn't look at him; I couldn't tell him that I might get sold into slavery by my parents. That threat still worked on me, somehow. I sighed heavily, trying to control my bubbling worry. I felt a warm, strong hand caressing my cheek and I instantly melted into the touch, finally looking at my godlike boyfriend. "You alright, Tweekers" Something reassured me in the way he whispered my nickname softly. I nodded solemnly and brought his hand to my lips with my own, kissing his palm. "Yeah, I'm okay, thank you", I smile tentatively.
I can keep a secret; that could be fun. Right?