The day was almost over, one more class and Tweek could go home. Maybe he could ask for an extra cup of coffee during dinner, then again his mother was pretty strict on the amount on caffeine he consumed lately. He let out a deep sigh as he turned right to enter the last classroom of the day. Besides his unnatural addiction Tweek was just like any other student, which meant that it was vital for him to look for someone he knew from the previous year to talk to. Scanning the room quickly his eye sight got caught by Wendy and set off in her direction. Everyone thought it was a little weird that they remained friends after having dated before but she was his best friend.
More like only friend he thought, as she waved him over and patted the seat next to her for him to sit.
"Hey Wendy,"he gasped out as she quickly hugged him hello with more strength than necessary to prove she had indeed missed him over the summer," you know I can tell you missed me without you squishing my insides out."
"Sorry I just missed my bestest friend so much."
"Students please sit down, now since it is the first day back I'll let you sit wherever you want but starting tomorrow you will have to sit in the seats I will assign at the end of class. "Now I want you guys to relax a bit and get to know each other, but look like you're actually doing something. Take out your text books and open them to a random page and set them in front of you or just doodle on a piece of paper."
Tweek did the latter since he was extremely unmotivated to walk and get a textbook from the shelf across the classroom. While he doodled, Wendy caught him up to date with all the things that had happened over the summer. It was as if her mouth was a dam and the second she opened it everything she had to say came pouring out. He didn't mind though, his social life was pretty much dead over the summer so it was nice to hear his best friend had enjoyed their two months off.
Including certain topics about Wendy that as a gay male Tweek kinda found intriguing. Straight sex had always puzzled him, it was far less complicated since girls produced their own form of vaginal lube and he just always felt curious of how it felt to be a girl or with a girl for that matter. Sure he was gay, but he was curious, he loved things up his ass and nothing could ever compare to that slight sting from the stretch and then the pain melting to a sea of pure bliss. Once anything hit that special spot, his timid side went to null and he practically turned into some sort of an animal.
After a while of Wendy talking purely about herself she finally asked him something,"So who's "C", huh?"
Tweek looked down at his paper, it was littered with hearts and random scribbles. Nothing on it seemed to out stand at all except for the "T+C" he had written in thick, bold letters within a heart.
"What do you mean?"
"Well you wrote T so I'm guessing that's for Tweek," she said looking down at the black table top as if in a trance, " unless you have another name I don't know about and it starts with a C then you have a crush," she finished as her head snapped up and their eyes met.
"Pfft, you're crazy Wends, just because two letters are inside a heart doesn't always mean something."
"Oh yeah and I don't like Stan Marsh, Wendy rolled her eyes at him. Her mind quickly growing aggitated with her friend. Sure Tweek was shy and quieter than most but he had always told her everything. So could he have just sat there without telling her about his crush? Or maybe she was being so self centered about things lately that she never listened. No. Wendy knew she was a good friend, she quickly shook her head as if it was an etch-a-sketch erasing her previous thoughts.
"You know I wouldn't tell anyone Tweek."
"Okay, fine. Mr. C is-"
Mr. Torres cleared his throat to get the class's attention.
"Oh for fucks sake", Wendy cursed her voice laced with irritation.
"Okay class as promised I will now assign the seats that will stay until the end of the semester," he said while filing through papers in search of the grid he had made. Everyone groaned at the fact they would be sitting without their friends for the whole semester.
"Okay so we have Wendy with Stan on this table," he said while pointing to the table near the door.
The students sitting there stood to move while Wendy and Stan collected their things and moved as well. Tweek could help but notice the deep crimson shade on Wendy's cheeks and it seemed as if Stan noticed as well because once they sat he tried to comfort her by making her laugh. Though with her nervous, giggly nature it wasn't too hard for that to happen.
Mr. Torres continued like this for the next three tables, which proved to be a bigger hassle than he expected and the students looked as if they waltzing with walls. He took a break from calling names while everyone settled down into their new seats.
"Now Tweek you will sit here," he said as he motioned to the table behind Wendy, well at least he had that in his favor, "and you Craig, will sit next to Tweek." Wendy turned around in her seat and smiled mischievously at Tweek before turning back around to talk to Stan, well more like silently nod and stutter words every now and then.
It was too bad Mr. Torres had no idea what he had just created. With the two of them so close it was nearly impossible for any teacher to do their job without interruptions every ten minutes. But the happiness was short lived because Tweek then noticed who was to be his partner and the blood drained from his face.
"There is no God," Tweek whispered almost inaudible.
Craig gather his things from the seat he was currently on before making his way over to the open space next to his. Tweek internally debated whether to speak out and ask if they could switch seats if they weren't comfortable with their placement but decided against it because he didn't want to seem rude. It wasn't like many kinds liked Tweek as it was, maybe Craig wasn't that bad.
" Hey, man, you dated Wendy, right?"
"y-yeah," Tweek replied as his eye brows furrowed slightly, he looked ahead and noticed Wendy hadn't turned at the mention of her name. She was actually sitting rigid still. Which could mean one thing, she was listening to what they were saying.
Why Craig wanted to know that was beyond him but almost everybody had heard about Wendy and him so there was no real reason to lie about it. They were best friends now and nothing could change that. It was as if Wendy had been his confirmation into the gay lane, he didn't mean to use her, that was never part of the plan but she figured it out pretty soon and didn't mind her friend's sexuality. She actually enjoyed him as a friend rather than a boyfriend.
" Is she good, you know, in bed?"
Everything happened so fast he barely had time to process it all but one minute Craig was sitting next to him and the next he was laying on the floor with Wendy standing over him, fist clenched and reciting every curse word she knew while making up new ones along the way.
Wendy always knew how to make class worth while.
This is sucky and my timing has no excuse besides that I am utter shit at writing but here is this short update. It could also be the fact that I can't seem to figure out where I want this to go but I do have some ideas for some chapter. Oh well, time will tell.
Dedicated to: tweekgalaxy
"maybe I am blind to all of the signs that the world never wanted me"
xoxobecca
