Two weeks had passed since Wendy's last day in detention and about four more until the homecoming dance. This year, like every one since junior high, Tweek would be going as Wendy's date.
Tweek looked around at all the colorful posters that gave him a reality check of the time he had left before asking Wendy. Yes, even though he was gayer than a pride parade walking under glitter rainbows, Wendy had insisted he ask her the first time they went to a dance; and it became tradition. Personally he hated it, it was overrated, or maybe it was the fact that nobody liked him. He was a freak and everybody knew-
A loud shrill, which administration continued to call a bell, sounded over the crowded and noisy hallway as a warning to hurry to class or else be counted late. Tweek was so deep in thought that he noticeably jumped at the sound, earning a few confused glances and snickers from the people around him. His cheeks turned crimson as he felt people were still staring. He was a few classrooms away so unlike the others that bolted to their destinations, Tweek merely walked a little faster.
He quickly grabbed his notebook from his class basket and bee lined to his desk. He had this class with Wendy, which usually would be the best thing ever, but if she saw that he was upset then she would never quit interrogating him until he told her why. Though with this being her first day back Tweek didn't want it to make her sad.
"Hey, Twinkle Toe, did ya' miss me," Wendy all but yelled as she ran into the room and made her way to the seat next to him. She didn't wait for an answer as she quickly made her way across the room to pick up her own notebook from the basket. She slumped back in her seat and turned to look at her best friend.
"What's wrong," she asked her bubbly mood gone in a mater of seconds noticing how utterly sad Tweek looked.
He had his head down resting uncomfortably because the desk forced him to be in a rather peculiar position. Tweek did not feel like talking to say the least. It was one of his special days, or at least that was what Wendy called them. Not only that but he was still upset at how people always had to point out that he was different from them. It was not his fault his mother drank so much caffeine he was permanently damaged, but people didn't see that.
God, what he would do for coffee and a cigarette right now.
Nonetheless he answered her question, with his head still down, he let out a low grunt which was then muffled by his arms, hoping that it would be suffice to render Wendy an idea of his previous thoughts and let him be for the day.
Miracles did not exist.
"Talk to me, please," Wendy insisted her emotions now on her sleeve.
Her thoughts swirled in her mind like a giant tornado, making a mess of everything, and fusing her positive thoughts to the negatives causing her brain to short circuit and frizzle. She thought of all the reasons why Tweek could be upset at her but came up with nothing. With her being in detention she had hardly talked to him for the past weeks. Unless it was the fact that she hit Craig, God knows that Tweek was hot and heavy for him. Though that was so long ago, surely he wasn't upset over something she had done so long ago.
It was much too early for this and her patience was it's all time low. So she got up, threw her notebook back in and headed for the stairwell to make her way out. Wendy needed a smoke and there was no one that could stop her from getting what she wanted, well maybe one of the monitors could but there was no sign of one around.
Miracles did exist.
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Tweek lifted his head, he was trying to ignore Wendy so much that he fell asleep before class started. The classroom was empty and dark with only a bright light coming from the teacher's computer.
"Oh, you're awake," Mr. Sanchez made his way to his desk setting down a stack of papers before sitting down," I didn't want to wake you up and the next period was my free one so I let you rest."
"Thanks," Tweek rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand as if that were going to help take away the groggy feeling quicker, before he could ask his teacher the reason for this random act of kindness Craig walked in.
"Hey teach, you wanted me here, and why is it so dark?"
Craig turned on the lights making Tweek flinch and Craig quickly turned them back off, "T-thank you," Tweek said he rubbed his eyes once more.
"Yes, you know Tweek, right?" Craig nodded, he did know Tweek but not as well as he would like. Nobody knew the secret crush had on the blonde boy sitting just a few feet away from him. Ever since they had started middle school together not a single day went by that he didn't think of him. Craig wasn't a stalker, he didn't have a wall covered with various pictures of him or anything of the sort, but Tweek did grab his attention and more than he would like to confess. As they grew older the thoughts and feelings all started to make sense but there was no way in hell he was gay. His father would kill him before he'd let Craig admit to his true feelings.
Craig brought his hands together and scratched the inside of his left wrist as he waited for Mr. Sanchez to keep going. "Well could you help me by taking him to the nurse, I think he's sick."
Though Craig had turned the lights off the small amount that came in through the window on the door made Tweek's head pound. He hadn't felt this hung over since the one time Wendy and him had broken up. After talking it out, and Tweek's major news involving closets, they snuck into the Testaburger liquor cabinet and drank until neither of them could read the texts they were sending each other from across the room. The weird part about this was the fact that he had never touched a bottle since, which confused him even more and caused his head to ache that much more.
"Hey man, are you alright, you look like you're going to pass out," Craig walked up to him. He lifted his hand hesitantly towards Tweek's forehead, constantly looking, almost glaring, at Tweek making sure he was okay with his actions. He stopped inches away, and Tweek rested his head on the back of Craig's hand as a way of consent. Even with the blinding headache he had Tweek could't help but notice how gentle and delicate Craig was being with him; it was as if Tweek were a deer and would sprint if you got too close to him or made any sudden movements.
"You're burning up, do you want to go with the nurse?"
"I-I can go by myself," he hadn't even gotten all the way out of his seat before Tweek stumbled a little and Craig had to help him.
"Sure you can champ'," Craig lifted Tweek's bag off the floor and swung it onto his left shoulder and gently grabbed Tweek by the waist forcing Tweek to place his arm on Craig's shoulders holding on to dear life and walk without getting hurt.
hi guys I'm sorry this took so long to write, it's probably not even worth the wait, but nonetheless here is another chapter. I will say that my creative juices are flowing now so maybe I'll write more often.
who am I kidding I'll probably take longer next time
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"but it's okay eat fish 'cause they don't have any feelings"
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