Not Together (Complete)

Thinking

---Tweek's pov---

I continued to sit in the bathroom, until my parents got home. Then, I went to my room and closed the door.

I flopped down on my bed. My heart feeling heavy.

I want him to like me like that. But he can't. He won't. So, I though maybe we could be good-friends. Turns out that spot is already taken.

Why am I even in their group? I don't fit in.

Those three get along so well, then there I am. I don't belong. 

They probably just pity me. That's why they hang out with me. Craig's probably just too happy that he doesn't have to fake-date me anymore. Who wouldn't? Now he doesn't have to deal with me being near him constantly, or my clinginess, or me being a spaz.

Why would I even think that he could like me like that?

I end up spending the next two days in my room thinking and crying and drinking coffee and eating a little food that my parents brought to me.

Then I hear a knock at my door. I don't say anything, I continue to cry into my pillow.

"Dude? You okay?" I hear Clyde's voice.

"I-I'm f-fine..." I try to steady my voice, but it comes out shaky and muffled from the pillow.

I hear the door open, and feel Clyde set down on the edge of my bed.

"Dude, what's wrong?" I feel his hand patting my back.

"N-Nothing."

"Are you sure, Tweek?" Clyde asks skeptically. No. I'm not fine. "We haven't see you in a few days and we're worried."

I sit up and wipe my eyes, "I-I just got s-scared earlier," I say hoping he'll believe me.

Clyde smiles and nods, "Oh! Okay. Well, anyway, we're all going to go hang out at my house. Wanna come with?"