Why Are You So Twitchy?

The Sleepover

I heard a few loud knocks on my door, but my mom was home, so I didn't bother to answer it. I knew she was about to leave for some type of job anyway, so why should I bother?

"Tweek," my mother yelled up to me, "your friend Craig is here for the sleepover!"

As I gained my composure and leaped off my bed, I screamed back at my mother, letting her know that I was well aware of his presence. I didn't want her to think that I didn't care about him being over, so I needed to make sure I was well-behaved for the short time she was still here at the house.

I hear slow, heavy footsteps walk up the stairs to my room. Then, I hear my door slowly being opened. His physique caught me off guard every time, but for some reason, I found his body very attractive. And, as soon as he walked in to my room, an awkward silence filled the room. A silence that told you whether or not something great or something bad was going to happen. An interaction or a disappointing moment. Or, something more...

"Hello, Tweek..." Craig said, obviously hiding something behind his back. I had a good idea on what he was hiding, and I thought it was my diary, and I would be correct. He pulled it out and handed it to me, and I took it and placed it under my pillow. Since he knows about it but my mom doesn't, I still need to keep it a secret from her.

"So, um, I read that. And I have a few questions, if I'm allowed to ask?" he said to me, looking into my eyes with genuine curiosity as to whether or not his question will get answered or not.

"Yeah," I say as a response, "I can answer the question you have, probably. As long as they're not crazy or something, I'm here to answer!" I spit out with a chuckle at the end, making Craig giggle back at me. I don't know why, but I thought his giggles were so cute and attractive, at least to me. I know I shouldn't think that at all, but the corrections aren't working on me anymore. No amount of beatings I can give myself or ask my mom to give would work on me anymore. I'm gonna face it fair and square, I think I am a proud homosexual. And, I have no idea if he is, but if he is, maybe I should test my luck... he would be my first boyfriend if I did do that, then.

"So... do you remember about your "dreams" you wrote about in there? Like, I have a question about that. Who are those dreams about, may I ask?" As he asked me that, an obvious blush ran across my face, knowing what was coming above me. I couldn't tell him that the dreams were about him, and how vivid they were, but I would have to at some point. I wasn't sure whether or not I should lie to him, but I think I will just tell him the truth. Nothing ever beats the truth, I guess.

"Well, to answer your question," I pause for a moment, having to calm myself down before I can speak any more words from my mouth.

"...the dreams are about you. And, I'll just face it; I don't know why I have these dreams about you, but I used to also have these dreams about other people, too. You're not the first, nor are you the last," I reply back to his question, a shocked expression forming on his face.

"Well... wait, what?" he said, but I don't think the reality of the situation had hit him yet.

"Yes, Craig," I sigh, "the dreams are about you. And I have had them about other people too! Clyde and Token, to be specific. I had feelings for them back in the day, and that's why they don't like me now. And, I'm afraid you won't like me now too because of these dreams. I mean... I don't have feelings for you," I said, lying to myself.

"...or, maybe I do, I'm not sure... But, my point is that these dreams have included them in the past, and are now including you. And, when I wake up, I don't feel right. I have to do things to myself that you do to me in the dreams for me to be able to start my day, and I'm not sure if that's normal or not! I really d-don't! "I say, practically venting at that point.