---Tweek's pov---
Oh my god. Oh my god. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.
Craig is so close to me. I could kiss him if I just leaned a little closer and stood on my tip toes and-
NONONO. Tweek, no! You can't do this. Then he'll know you like him and then he'll call you a fag and someone from school will beat you to death and you'll-
"What are you doing?"
I snap out of my thoughts and stare at Craig. He's basically holding my hand right now.
He's technically holding my wrists... But that counts as hand holding right?
Right.
He's just trying to stop you from imploding.
I have to try to think of something cool to say. Or something funny. Or something impressive.
Anything as long as it's not stupid.
Easy.
....
I don't know what to say! Oh god! Now he's staring at me like I'm retarded! What am I supposed to do now, OH JESUS!
"Are you still alive?"
I blink and look up at his face, where his eyes meet mine.
Oh god. His eyes are so beautiful up close... But there so intimidating.
I look back down at my feet.
"I-I'm s-s-sorry for f-freaking o-out..." I whisper. I hope he heard me and will let me go and he'll just be like 'Whatever, fucking spaz.'
He sighs, "It's fine."
What?
YOU ARE READING
A One-Sided Walk On The Beach (Complete)
Fanfiction"Why do you seem so familiar?" Probably because I'm kinda, maybe, sort of, stalking you. That might make you recognize me... "I-I don't know..." Creek
