Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten.

—Vampire Weekend, Horchata

We all sat outside in the middle of the apartment complex where the yard was grassy. Lunch had turned out to be an early dinner which turned out to be veggie wraps. Somehow Clyde had smuggled turkey into his, leaving Token and I to fend for ourselves since Kenny found veggie wraps to be just the cutest thing. Bailey ended up being this blonde haired, dimple cheeked, hazel eyed girl. Definitely pretty, and definitely a lesbian. I supposed I actually should've thought of her as beautiful, but I was quirky when it came to things like that. My brain didn't function or recognize people the same way others did.

Beauty wasn't something I found in faces or personality. I rarely found it anywhere at all. More than anything I thought of it as my relationship with Clyde and Token, a creation built by inspiration, the way animals communicated with each other. Clyde himself was beautiful to me; Stripe had been beautiful to me. Very seldom did any other living thing portray beauty. The times I did happen to come across such a thing was when I drew someone. I could skin a person down to their bones and just as long as they had their eyes, I'd find them beautiful. But they had to be the right type of eyes. Genuine eyes with honesty and pure emotion because you couldn't hide from me when your eyes were open.

Whatever she was, it became apparent right away that Tweek was not only my muse, but her's as well. She'd called him unique and took random pictures of him when he wasn't expecting it, something of which he'd begun to turn deathly afraid of. By the time we were done eating, it was rare that you ever saw his face from behind his shirt pulled right up to his forehead. Supposedly these off-guard pictures of him made him look "angelic" because he was caught so unaware. There was this oblivious innocence in his eyes, she'd said, a curious look ghosting across his features.

I'd had to tickle him to get his head out of his tank a couple of times, occasions of which a new ticklish spot of his was discovered: his butt. After our previous conversation, he hadn't really wanted me anywhere near his ass, and was thoroughly humiliated when I wouldn't relent. Bailey was able to get a few shots of him smiling and laughing as well as one where he'd tried to wring my neck. The Julibeagles had been in a few but then they got a little too excited and started humping each other. Clyde ended up having to split them apart and return them to our apartment. Conversations had bloomed into existence, Pretty Lady and Bailey hit it off, Clyde's vision of a threesome began to reformulate, and Kenny started skirting around the edges trying to find a way in. The sun was setting and all I really wanted to do was draw Tweek again.

The building engulfing us confined our eyes from the morphing sky, though due to experience I knew that the colors would be like pastels, and the closer they moved toward the sun, the more vibrant and neon they would become. A burst of eccentric orange would be at the center of it all. But from where we were, all we could see was a cloudless blue, this pure shade that registered as lovely in my brain. And from below, the lush grass was rich with the texture and color of autumn. Scattered leaves resembling the sunset shifted listlessly along the ground. And then underneath and on top of all of that was this blonde, this Tweek Tweak, who matched effortlessly with the nature and the weather and the season. My interest in him was so ardent no matter what surroundings I found him in.

It happened to be that he took a glance in my direction and did this little double-take as he caught me inspecting him. He blushed but didn't move, mindful that I was drawing him with my eyes. Despite his modesty, he didn't even look away. He held my gaze with his own of green intensity and didn't once break our connection. Leaning back on the palms of his hands, skinny legs crossed at the ankles, expression soft and neutral, my heart started hammering. There was a creativity inside of me that begged for this boy to be a part of it. It clawed its way down my arms and sung through the nerves in my eyes. My imagination quaked with the things that I could do with him―to him. Inspiration to this degree I've only ever felt with Stripe, but here was Tweek, and I thought he was incredible. There was supposed to be a difference because Stripe had been mine. We'd been dedicated to each other. And a person was all Tweek was supposed to be. Except the difference that was supposed to be between him and what I'd had with Stripe was too blurred to determine. I couldn't read where I should stop with Tweek.

I felt possessive sitting there assessing him because he was perfect―he worked. He was compatible with this ability of mine. In what I could create with my hands, he had a place and I didn't want him to be removed from it. My gaze slid down his face, past those tinted cheeks and that animalistic nose. His distinguishable cupid's bow and bitten bottom lip enthralled me. I wished I was sitting nearer, could look at him more closely. His mouth parted, lips puffing out attractively; the tips of his straight teeth showed. I returned my eyes to his, but he was no longer looking at them. He'd mimicked me and was staring at my mouth. Purposefully, I wet my lips leisurely. This time he quickly glanced away, cheeks darkening.

These reactions of his always intrigued me. With a smirk, I turned my head and found Bailey with her camera pointed in our direction. She lowered it once she caught me looking at her through the lens. "Sorry," she said, switching her eyes from me to Tweek and back. "That was just really intense. Do you mind if I use it for our project?"

Tweek began to object. "Go ahead," I accepted. My generosity was reprimanded by a glare, but that was alright, because I used his attitude as an excuse to roll over to him and antagonize. My body bumped into his extended legs as I made my way over, causing me to come to an abrupt stop. "We're both models now."

"I'm not a model," he grumbled, picking up some leaves and tossing them on my face. "Only for you." His jest included forgiveness. I reached up and tugged on a lock of his hair.

By six-thirty it got to be too dark for Tweek. He was paranoid that someone would sneak up on him and nobody would know because we wouldn't be able to see. His description of this person was that they were a serial killer, but an old serial killer, so that they had to wheeze past the phlegm in their throat and their gelatinous wrinkles gave them a creepy approach. It didn't seem to register that this imaginary person was probably around seventy years old and Tweek would most likely be able to fend for himself. He was just dead set that there was a man stalking the perimeter and that he had to leave right now otherwise he wouldn't be safe.

Whatever got me out of that suffocating group of too many people, I'd take it. So I went with Tweek back to the apartment where the dogs had gotten into the trash as redemption for leaving them inside. I'd tried to get the blonde to leave it alone, tried to put the burden of cleaning on Pretty Lady since the dogs were technically her's, but he just couldn't sit still knowing that there was a mess. I was perched on the couch, watching him clean up the floor with these yellow rubber gloves used for the sink. It'd been pretty cute despite the smell and the rot. Once he was finished, he practically ran to the bathroom ripping his clothes off to keep the muck from corroding his flesh or whatever he thought would happen if he didn't clean himself off as fast as he could.

After a few minutes, I got up from the couch and thought I'd walk to my room and let him know that that's where I'd be once he got out. From the hallway, the water could be heard, so when I jiggled the doorknob just to get his attention, I hadn't expected it to actually turn. I started sniggering as I thought to myself, This is so perfect.

The door wedged open a crack and a bit of heat seeped through, although despite the push being slight and quiet, Tweek still managed to know.

"Get the fuck out!" He shrieked, throwing what was probably a shampoo bottle against the door. It slammed shut, thrusting me back a foot.

"Should've locked the door, retard!" I yelled back, this time throwing it open as I did.

The mirror was fogged and a wall of steam hit my body, immediately seeking to moisturize my hair. Tweek was under the spray from the shower head with a grin on his lips because he'd managed to get a towel around his waist. He didn't mind that it was getting soaked just as long as it covered him. His skin was glistening with droplets that blitzed down his throat, shoulders, arms, his chest and stomach. Stuck to his face was his hair, soaked and tamed into wet strands. The redness of his cheeks was also appearing on his shoulders as well as his collar where the water beat the hardest.

Sucking on his lower lip, the blonde was no longer able to keep up his smug exterior and turned away from me a fraction. I'd just barged in on him in the shower―there was no way that he wasn't embarrassed. "Continue," I said. At my gesture coupled with leaning against the doorframe, Tweek ground his teeth together and stubbornly inclined his chin toward the spray. Eyes shut, lashes kissing his cheeks, he ignored me. With his neck outstretched, body relaxed in the surrounding heat, I honestly thought for a second that he was about to do it. That he was going to drop his towel and finish washing off right in front of me. The fabric was already slipping down his hips anyways.

But then he reached for the nozzle and cut off the water entirely. "Can you get me a new towel?" He asked politely, sweetly. I complied only because he'd cleaned up a mess he hadn't made in a place that was not his own. Opening the cupboard beneath the sink, I reached in and grabbed a towel. The blonde shrieked when I tossed it, and just to catch it, he nearly lost the one around his hips.

My brows lifted and I smirked, leaning against the counter while Tweek took a moment to glare at me. He changed his look to one of expectation, motioning for me to leave. "What?" I asked, feigning confusion, secretly daring him to flash me.

"You can either stay right there and I'll go into your room with a this towel and get all your shit wet or you can leave and keep everything you own dry."

Needless to say, I backed my ass up and saved my room from its demise. "Don't put your clothes on," I warned him as I headed farther down the hall. "I have an idea."

In my room, I began rifling under my bed for my easel and a pad of paper. They were easily located since lately it was pretty much every single day that I dragged them out. Their frequent use was unusual, but I guessed Tweek had that kind of effect on things. Maybe I would start leaving them out. It wasn't like my room was too crowded or anything. And then after Tweek went back to South Park, I could hide them away again, because once he was gone, their use would become minimal at best.

All set up and waiting, I began looking through past portraits of Tweek, grinning because he had no clue what was about to come. I didn't even know what was about to happen entirely. It was crazy, completely uncalled for, and he probably wasn't going to like it, but seeing him in the shower had kind of inspired this one particular idea.