I've always known I was gay, but I wasn't confirmed until I was in third grade. It was my teacher who said so Mr. Garrison. In fact, it was printed right on my report card: CRAIG IS DEFINITELY GAY AND IS VERY GOOD AT FOLLOWING DIRECTIONS.

One day a health instructor visited our classroom to educate us on how the changes in our body throughout puberty will be perfectly normal. I just want to know why our dumbass principal decided it would be okay at the time to have someone project images of human genitals in front of my third grade class. Cartman would be struggling to hold in laughter, but failed. The rest of the class would burst out laughing along with him. Of course Mr. Garrison would try to calm us down, but his eyes landed on me. I was squirming, embarrassed, blushing, trying to hide my face as I sinked down in my seat.

During report card handouts, Mr. Garrison found me standing on the side of his desk, looking more than alarmed and a bit confused. I asked him, "I'm gay?" He looked me over and nodded.

"Why am I gay though?"

"Because you like boys that's why." He leisurely flipped the pages to his magazine. "And there's nothing wrong with that."

My eyes turned to Stan and pointed at him. "Is Stan gay?" Stan was playfully tugging at Kyle's curly hair, and Kyle didn't seem to enjoy it.

"No." Mr. Garrison shrugged. "At least not yet."

That night, I held my big news during dinner after my favorite show, Red Racer.

As we ate my dad asked, "So how are your grades? How's that grade in science doing?" Science was my worst subject at the time.

"Guess what." I said.

My dad stopped chewing and looked at me in anticipation, probably in hopes that I finally got a low B.

"I'm gay."

He spit out his chicken all over the table and stared at the wall for a few minutes in shock.

Well I didn't expect him to be happy that his only son is gay.

Ruby spent the next week crawling on the floor, repeating the word gay while she played with her toys. (A new word she learned!) It took my parents a couple of years, but eventually they got used to it since I never actually showed any stereotypical flamboyancy my dad would've gotten annoyed at.

I've never actually came out to anyone. My friends sort of figure it out time after time. My friend back in South Park, Token, was really cool about it. He knew I was gay, but never said anything about it against me. I didn't know he knew, so for about two weeks I struggled to find the best time to tell him.

There was at the restaurant. "I've meant to tell you this...and I hope you understand..."

At the movies. "Listen, I can understand if you never want to be my friend again but..."

At the gym. (That had to be the worst time, he was half-naked.) "Token...I'm-"

Resting on a bench at the park. "Augh! I have to tell you something!" I shouted clutching my hair. "I'm gay!"

He looked up from his book and smiled. "I know." And went back to reading. Kenny spent the next month slurring sexual innuendos at me, which was the most annoying thing I had to go through. I couldn't eat a hotdog or a popsicle anywhere near a five foot radius by him without hearing 'Enjoying that, Tucker? Mmm bet you are.'

So that's that, and now I can't stop thinking of Tweek. It's like I never actually had a crush except maybe this one kid from fourth grade with Tourette's, I think his name was Thomas or something. Out of the ordinary people fascinate me, and coming from someone like me is kind of weird. I'm so boring and deadpan and shit. But since he talked to me at Franco's, throughout the week I've kept bringing Tweek up out of nowhere in a conversation that was totally irrelevant to him. David gets really annoyed when I mention him. During lunch yesterday, I go, "So what classes does he take?"

"Who?" Nick asks.

Joe rolls his eyes. "Who do you think?"

"Ooh."

"If you're so fucking fascinated with him, why don't you actually go up and talk to him like a normal person?" David said not looking up from his homework.

That shut me up for a second. I pondered for a moment, darting quick glances at Tweek sitting in the corner of the table across from us, again. He was drawing furiously in a black sketchbook.

"Oh my god." Nick's eyes widened, dropping his sandwich. "It's so obvious, why haven't I realized it about you before?"

My head grew unbelievably hot. Please shut up, please no, not now.

Nick narrowed his eyes at me. "You're a stalker."

I just glowered at him, but in my head I let out a huge sigh of relief.

Joe huffed. "He's not a stalker. He's a deranged psychopath."

"You know, I take that as a compliment." I said. "American Psycho happens to be one of my favorite movie."

David checked his schedule. "What's your next class, Craig?"

"Trigonometry, you?"

"Nevermind I have music theory." He stuffed his notebooks in his book bag and stood up to leave for his next class. "See you guys later." I waved back as he walked out the cafeteria.

After school, Joe gave me a ride to Frank's Video Store to start the shift with him. I start work today, but Joe already showed me everything there is to work in this shabby little video store a few days ago. It would resemble Blockbuster, but smaller, and we didn't have to wear uniforms except name tags. Joe put me to arrange the video's on the shelves Nick completely failed to carry out.

Nick arranges the video's according to his own logic. My Girl goes under action/adventure, The Breakfast Club is shelved in forgein documentaries, and Forrest Gump is filed under pornography, along with other inspirational classics.

I sigh when I spot that he put Kill Bill under romantic comedy. "Was Nick dropped as a newborn?"

"He sniffed too many expo markers as a kid." Joe was pointing the remote at the television suspended to the ceiling. "And most likely continues to now."

"What movie are you putting on?"

He didn't answer so I walked over in front of TV. 'Resume play, Marley and Me.' "Marley and Me? Really?"

"I didn't finish it, okay? My girlfriend told me to watch it."

I just rolled me eyes and continued shelving the movies. I heard my boss close the door to his office. Here's the thing about my boss, Frank's really cool until someone goes into the adult section. His office is right next to the adult section, so in a cycle of two hours, he returns to the porn magazines. Most of the time he sits in his room watching Girl's Gone Wild or Back Door Sluts in his little television set. He does care about the store though, he hired David as manager, Joe and Nick because he thinks if we have workers that look the cashiers from Abercrombie, then we'd attract more customers. I find that hilarious.

The little bell above the door rang. Lo and behold, entered a certain blonde carrying three movies in his hand. I froze in place as my eyes followed him to the Action/Adventure section against the wall. The movies in my hand dropped to the floor as I blinked, shaking my head.

I crept behind each section he was on the other side of. He hasn't spotted me yet, his focus was on trying to grab the movie on the highest shelf. Now I'm not a stalker, but...okay I have no excuse, maybe I am.

I took the courage to finally approach him. He was on his tip toes, his arm stretched out above him struggling to grab a hold of the movie. A few grunts escaped his mouth, his teeth gritted. Being probably four inches taller than him and probably having no problem reaching that top shelf, I raised my arm and plucked the movie from its spot.

'Oh Craig, thank you. You're such a kind, handsome, and valiant man. What would I do without you? How could I ever watched this movie I could easily download online without your long arm to retrieve it? Thank you, and to return the favor, I'll kiss you with my soft lips.' As we ride into the sunset on my horse by a beach.

Just kidding. Instead he almost fell backwards, screeching. "Oh god!" He screamed covering his face, as if I was about smack him with the movie. I just stared at him, dumbfounded.

"I uh." I muttered.

His eye peaked out between his fingers. "Oh, it's you." Hesitantly, he rested his arms back to his sides. "Were you stalking me?!"

"What?!" I asked a bit too loudly. "No?! I wasn't stalking you." I laughed nervously. "Who would? What? That's...crazy."

"How can I trust you? How do I know you aren't just part of the government out to get me?" He accusingly pointed his finger at me.

My eyebrows furrowed together. What the hell was this guy talking about? "Maybe because government officials aren't teenagers who work at a video store?"

"Undercover." He confirmed.

"I'm not an undercover cop." I handed him the movie he was struggling before to get. "I'm Craig Tucker, nice to meet you, I believe we previously met."

"I know."

"I love Quentin Tarantino."

"What?" He asked.

I nodded towards his movie. "Dusk Till Dawn."

"Oh...yeah."

Awkward silence.

Then he asked, "By the way, why is My Girl in this section?"

I shook my head. "Don't ask, I still have to rearrange everything in this store. I could return those movies for you."

I walked over to the check out counter with Tweek. When I scanned the movies, Tweek asked if Joe was okay. I looked over at him and he was wiping his face with tissues as he sniffled "Don't die Marley, come on you could do it. Live god damn it, live boy"

"Yeah he's okay." I handed Tweek the movie. "Here you go. We live next to each other right?"

He nodded slowly at me.

I shrugged. He waved at me when he left out the door of the store. "See you tomorrow."

I waved back and walked over to Joe. "Joe."

"What?" He sobbed wiping his nose with his sleeve.

"It's just a movie."

"But- but Marley didn't deserve to die. He was just-oh my god, Marley." He groaned in his hands. "Why are you so happy, anyway?

That's when I realized I had the biggest smile plastered on my stupid face.

- Sorry this chapter took so long, it's only the third week of school and I am drowning in homework. The life of an art student taking AP classes isn't always the most relaxing life. Don't worry you guys, this story actually HAS a plot. You know when you have a million plot bunnies swirling in your head and when you open a word document, your mind goes completely blank? Yep, that's me. Also, what do you guys think of David?