I decided not to go to lunch and instead wander the halls endlessly in search for Tweek. It took in between class times to ask random students in the hall where Tweek's locker was. They asked why but every time there was a different excuse.

"He's my study partner."

"I need to ask him something."

"I need something from him."

"He needs to return something of mine."

Within every excuse, I got a look of confusion, skepticism, and sometimes even disgust. Eventually the potato girl I talked to in lunch before told me. In return, I had to promise her a box of Wheat Thins.

Yesterday when I was cleaning the video store, I found a bus card lying the floor where I had helped Tweek reach his movie. The card was the golden opportunity to talk to him, the holy grail, cue revelation music.

Of course luckily for me, his locker was two stories up, completely on the other side of the building. After sneering at the stairs in annoyance, I remembered Tweek and dashed up to the third floor.

The halls where pretty empty by now, but I spotted him on the other end of the hall. His arms shuffled inside the locker, stuffing his books and a piles of paper. His small body was drowned in an oversized black and white sweater. My mind was swarming with hesitant thoughts of approaching him. Left foot, right foot.

'Just don't- don't even talk to him, just walk past him and don't look at him.' 'He's saw me. Shit. Game over, I'm done.'

His head snapped in my direction behind him. He jumped a little, startled. "Craig! -ngh-" He twitched.

I awkwardly waved at him and held up his bus card between my fingers. "You left this at the store."

His hands anxiously searched his pockets. "Oh crap -ack-!" I handed him the card. "Thanks..." He averted his eyes away from me and continued to organize his binders, this time with more caution.

I didn't know what else to say, or decide if it was right to make conversation, but his locker caught my eye with photographs of people on the street and vacant landscapes.

"Did you take those?" I asked. He faintly nodded, still unacknowledging me.

I nodded back. "Where is that one at?" I pointed at the picture of the tin man statue.

He frowned. "Oz Park."

"So you're into art? That's cool, I occasionally film little movies or projects but nothing serious. What kind of camera do you use-"

With a loud interrupting sigh, Tweek rolled his eyes and shut his locker. He turned to me and said "Why are you talking to me?" His eyes narrowed.

I was confused. This was not what I expected. "Should I not talk to you?"

He shrugged like I was an idiot.

"If I'm not mistaken, you talked to me first at Franco's. And you obviously didn't have a problem talking to me at the video store last time."

"That's because we weren't in school."

I asked what was wrong with talking to him at school. He said "It's social -ack- suicide! You know the looks you're going to get if anyone sees that we're friends or if you're talking to me?"

I almost lost track of what he was saying when the spark of thought flashed in my head. We're friends?

"People already think I'm crazy, they'll think you're a freak too!" He continued.

"I don't think you're a freak, why should they?"

He groaned and began to walk past me. "Nothing."

"Woah, hey wait." I quickly followed him. "Tweek!" I caught up and stood in front of him. He sneered at me.

"Just let it go, Craig. Forget it." He tried to push past me but I blocked his way again. By the look on his face, I could tell he was getting angrier with me.

"Okay, I won't pry, it's cool. All I want is to be friends." I said. At this, Tweek calmed down a bit, but quickly grew irritated again.

"Why?"

I shrugged. "Because I think you're an interesting person."

"Interesting?!" He fumed. "You think I'm -ngh- interesting? Do you find my little twitches and paranoia fascinating? Does it amuse you? I can't fucking help it, okay?! So don't think you can be friends with me because you like to see me twitch and jump."

"That's not what I meant! I didn't mean it that way!"

"Then what, Craig?!"

I choked on my own words. "I-I don't know, I like you're interests. I've never really met anyone like you. I mean, everyone else at my old hick town school was a bunch of boring robots who I couldn't relate to at all. You appreciate movies and art right? No one else I met did!"

He scoffed. "Whatever." He said nothing more and walked past me. I just raised my arms in defeat and watched him walk away from me.

Throughout the school day, nothing could get me to pay the least bit of attention in class. Even as I was called on to answer a simple math problem, I responded with a 'yes' instead of a number. David and Joe tried making conversation with me, but I constantly spaced out. They decided to leave me alone.

The walk home caused me to empty half of my cigarette packet when I decided to take the long route around the town. Of course I had to put out my cigarette a few feet from my house. I flicked the cigarette stick to the ground and squished it under my shoe, but while doing this, I heard a shutter click somewhere.

I briefly paused, standing completely still and wondered if the sound was going to repeat.

-click-

Where was it coming from?! My head shot in every direction, searching for anyone with a camera to their eye.

For a second, the thought of being followed by a stalker occured through my head, but that just reminded me of Tweek.

-click click-

I can hear the sound came from at least four feet away. The street I live on is always relatively quiet. My neighbors are usually old people who sleep all day inside their houses or look out the window.

-click-

No way. It can't be.

Very slowly and quietly, I crept beside a parked Chevy four feet away from me. I crouched by the trunk and peered to other side of the car.

Tweek was sitting down, scanning through the pictures on his camera.

I was frozen in place, and the situation that was I was now witnessing couldn't possibly be anymore ironic. Unfortunately, a stifled laugh accidentally escaped my mouth.

Tweek heard me and turned to me with a surprised gasp, quickly hiding the camera in his arms.

I smirked. "And I'm the stalker?"

He frowned, the atmosphere then transformed to when I talked to him at school. "What do you want?" He said.

I raised my eyebrows in amusement. "What do I want?" I scoffed. "You're the one being suspiciously secretive, taking PICTURES of me behind a car while I walk home, so I guess the question is, what do YOU want?"

He stood up and walked around the car. "You wouldn't understand." He was walking towards his house.

"As about now, I don't understand anything." I followed him.

"That's the thing!" He turned on his foot facing me again. "You don't understand! I just want to be left alone, okay?! You don't know me so don't think we can be best friends like that."

"What I don't understand is why you talked to me outside of Franco's like you wanted to be friends with me. Or at the video store, you said 'see you later.' You can't just talk to me like that and expect me to forget about you forever, because I wont."

I expected yet another come back from him, but he didn't say anything. His hands twiddled with the camera.

"I'm trying though." I said. "But you build this wall keeping me out. I always see you in lunch alone and I know the things people say about you. I just figured you needed someone, that's all." Up to this point, I knew he just wanted to be left alone, so I started to head towards my house.

Tweek turned around. "It's for my room." He called to me.

I stopped mid track. "What?"

"The pictures I took." He looked back down at his camera again. "I have a wall of people."

Sidling back to him, I asked. "Are these specific people?"

He just shrugged.

"I have a wall of restaurant menus and playbills." I mumbled.

Tweek faintly smiled and chuckled. "Playbills." He whispered.

"Go ahead make fun of me." I said. "But I think a wall filled with photographs of people is really cool."

"You don't think it's creepy?" He looked up at me skeptical.

I shook my head. "No way."

He simply nodded. "I should go now. By the way, I'm sorry if you think of me as a creep."

I shook my head, smiling. "Don't worry, I don't."

I watched him timidly walk back to his house, but when he approached his front door, he said. "Craig!"

"Yeah?"

"I..." His mouth hung open, but just shook his head, entering his house.

That night, I laid down on the platform that connected to my roof. It seemed like my mind was completely void as I watched the cloudy night sky, but I kept thinking what Tweek was going to say to me at his door step. I wanted to forget about him tonight, but old swing music blasting through his window didn't quite help at all.