(DISCLAIMER!!: This chapter includes the topics of self harm/suicide so if you are suicidal DO NOT read this, This story also includes smut/lemon and YES THE CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP! The characters are not mine as well as the art in this chapter, and as always enjoy!!)
CRAIG'S POV:
It was just another day in class when I saw my friend Tweek sit down in the seat next to me. Everybody thinks we're dating, but we are just faking it so the town can be somewhat normal. For the past seven years we've been together, I couldn't help but develop real feelings for Tweek. I never felt so denial in my life. I'm not gay, right? I mean what's not to like about Tweek. He's cute, smart and really the only person in my life that makes me feel genuinely happy. I wouldn't ruin our friendship for the world, so I just try to bottle my feelings up inside. It's the only way to keep things normal.
I snapped out of my trance feeling somebody sit on my lap. "T-Tweek?" That probably was the first time I stuttered around him. "Is something wrong love?" He whispered in my ear as he started to grind his ass against my obvious bulge. I couldn't help but let out a little sound, I tried to hold it in but then Tweek whispered something else in my ear. "Awww it's okay Craig, let it out baby,".
That's when I woke up.
I wake up to the sound of my alarm, "Shit," I said to myself looking down at my erection sticking up underneath the sheets. I grab my phone to stop the alarm and look at the date. I sigh at the fact that it was just Tuesday, but I didn't care, I just have to deal with it. My erection finally seemed to calm down after what felt like an eternity. I get up and change into my iconic blue jacket, black jeans and my blue chullo with a yellow puff ball on the top of it. I go brush my teeth and finish up getting ready. I walk downstairs, grab some breakfast and walk out the door.
I finally get to school and go to class. I can't believe I keep having these thoughts about Tweek. THE Tweek, my best friend. "That's fucked up," I say quietly to myself. " Hey Craig, did you ACH- say something?!" Tweek said, being the nervous wreck he is. Every time he takes a sip of his coffee from his thermos hanging from his lanyard, he seems to get calmer. I feel bad for him. It must be tough being him. "Oh uh, no I didn't say anything," I reply to Tweek's question. "Oh ok, I coul-" Tweek started but then Mr. Garrison cut him off, shushing the class. As class went on, I couldn't help but think about what I dreamt about last night. Am I really this perverted? I mean, if Tweek knew about this thing I have for him, he'd freak out. I let out a deep sigh, tapping my pencil on my desk.
Mr. Garrison pointed to me, and asked a simple question. "Now Craig, what happened in the war of 1812?". I haven't been listening. Ugh, sometimes I hate zoning out like this. " Ok Craig, we don't have all day," Mr. Garrison said while the rest of the was whispering and chuckling. Suddenly the teacher called on Tweek to answer the question. To my surprise, I see that Tweek had his hand raised. He was ever really the type to want to participate in class due to him overthinking about what others think. " It w-was when the United ACK- States fought against the United k-kingdom," Tweek said, putting his hand down. " Very good Tweek," Mr. Garrison said as he started to continue the lesson.
The bell rang and it was time for lunch. I sat at a table with my friends Tolkien, Clyde and Tweek. The rest of the kids sitting at my table we're five other kids, Cartman, Stan, Kenny, Kyle and Butters. As I was having a completely normal conversation with Tolkien and Clyde, Cartman thought it would be funny to pick on Tweek for the one millionth time already. " Hey Tweek! We should do a wrist check so we can get rid of all the emo fags in our group," Cartman laughed. " ACK- uhm I don't know Cartman, that's a pretty s-sensitive ACH- topic," Tweek replied to the fatass's pervious statement. " You're just a pussy! I bet you slit your wrists and cry about how much your pathetic life sucks!" Cartman yelled while grabbing one of Tweeks wrists.
