Dollhouse (COMPLETED)(South Park)

Chapter 5| Craig

I take a few deep breaths as I wait for the arrival of Tatiana Mitchell. I hold my phone in my hands, staring down at the screen. I unlock it, and decide to message Tweek.

I'm about to meet her. I promise you that this meeting will not change anything.

I know I won't get a reply. It's after school, around 3:30, and he has rehearsal for the current school play he is taking part in. He got the role of Scarecrow in the Wizard Of Oz.

I smiled at the memory of the two studying the movie together. We had watched it over five times by the time Tweek had perfected his voice for the role. I remember I had hugged him, and then he had finally kissed me. It was the first kiss we shared in our relationship. We had both been too nervous to make the move.

We kissed to the Scarecrow and Dorothy exclaiming to 'follow the yellow brick road'. It was perfect.

"Um.. A-Are you Craig T-Tucker?" A soft, shy voice broke me out of my thoughts. Stood right in front of me, her face a few inches from mine, was a girl.

She is about the same height as me, with dark, black eyes full of worry. There were heavy eye bags under said black eyes, and she wore a thin layer of foundation in an attempt to cover the bags. Thick rimmed, rectangular glasses sat on the end of her nose. They were white, which made her eyes look even darker. Her hair was blonde, like her fathers, and jaw length. She looked extremely small and uncomfortable in her baggy school uniform. When she talked, braces gleamed in her top teeth.

"Yes I am." I tell her, trying to hide the shock from showing on my face. I can easily hide my emotions (what was it Mrs. Mitchell said? Grey eyes hide emotion well?) so it isn't much of a task. My shock, is due to the fact that she isn't as glamorous as I thought she would be.

She doesn't have the long, curled hair. Her eyes don't sparkle with mischief like her mother's, and her body type isn't at all what I expected. As I stare at her, her legs begin to shake and her knees knock together. She has a ladder forming in her school tights, and it starts just above her ankle and almost reaches her knee. Every time she moves, the ladder moves with her.

"Y-you're gaze is v-very intimidating!" She exclaims after a few seconds of awkward silence. She is clutching a book to her chest, and looks down as she says the words. Her hair falls forward, brushing her thin cheeks.

She looks so delicate, as if she would break at the slightest touch.

It makes me wonder if Tweek thinks of me like this. When he looks at me, does he see someone like this girl?

I don't take my gaze off of Tatiana, but I attempt to soften it.

"T-thank you." She says, her voice rising. She then clears her throat, stands straight, and blinks a few times. Her lashes are long, and brush the lenses of her glasses with each blink. She doesn't seem to notice. She holds out her hand for me, smiling without showing her teeth. "I-I am Ana. P-please don't call me T-Tatiana, I f-fear that n-name is way too b-beautiful for me."

I blink, taken aback at her lack of self confidence. In some way, she reminds me of my sister.

When Ruby first turned eleven, she was convinced that she didn't get the 'looks' my mother and I have. The fierce but somehow calming eyes, long lashes, pale, clear skin and long legs.

She had begun to call herself Rachel McCormick, believing that the name Ruby was too pretty for her, and the name Tucker was too great for her.

It took a lot of convincing to get her to believe she was deserving of her name, and we also had to tell her that taking the name McCormick offended Kenny and his brother, but she only took the name back when she had started to form my mother's figure.

In reality, she hadn't. Mum just took her bra shopping to make her think she had.

"Hello Ana." I greet the girl. A million guest ions buzz in my mind. The main one however, is wondering why this timid, self conscious blonde has a criteria for a boyfriend. When Ana doesn't seem to want to strike up a conversation, I decide to ask. "Why do you have a criteria for a boyfriend?"

At my words, Ana blushes. She clearly didn't expect the question, and averts her eyes from my face to the floor upon me asking it.

"I-I swear I'm not spoilt, I'm just.." She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath and opens them again. "I'm u-under a lot o-of pressure. My mother i-is very controlling. A-at first, it w-wasn't that bad, it was: 'well d-done on your grades Tatiana! Keep i-it above C and y-you'll make me the proudest m-mother ever!'" Ana shifts uncomfortably under my gaze, and I avert my gaze to the cars behind her. They rush by, creating gusts of wind in our direction. "B-but then she wanted great, no! That's a b-baby word, m-magnificent grades: 'anything l-less than an A and w-we'll confiscate your books T-Tatiana!'"

At the mention of her books being confiscated, she hugs her current book to her chest. As she does, I manage to see that she is holding a copy of To Kill A Mocking Bird. "Guess w-what Craig, it didn't s-stop there!" As she continues with her rant, it's very clear she is gaining a small amount of confidence. Her black eyes are wild behind her glasses, and the gusts of wind whip her short hair around her hair like a lions mane.

"'Why don't y-you leave y-your room Tatiana?' 'I-it's Saturday! W-why aren't you out with y-your friends?' 'Y-you do have f-friends, don't you?' Is it m-my fault that I struggle to make f-friends?!" She seems to have stepped closer to me, her eyes finally shining with something other than anxiety or fear.

"No, it's not your fault." I say, my voice flat. I also attempt to take a step back without her noticing, feeling very uncomfortable with her feminine smell of perfume engulfing me.

It makes me long for Tweek's somehow sweet smell of coffee, mixed with his apple shampoo. Tweek's smell most likely wouldn't be described as intoxicating to a lot of people, but to me, I could describe it as so much more.

"Thank y-you Craig. I-I'm terribly sorry if m-my rambling has m-made you u-uncomfortable. I s-saw you step back." She says, her voice losing that small edge of confidence she built. I don't feel terrible for not wanting to be close to this girl I hardly know, but j still apologise.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you think you were boring me. Please continue." I tell her, giving her a pleasant look. Not a smile, but for me, it's as close to one as I can get. Only Tweek and Ruby have seen my genuine smiles, and I plan to keep it that way.

"Okay!" She tilts her head to the side, smiles and carries on. "C-currently, the pressure on me has b-been to find a partner: 'w-why do you n-not have a b-boyfriend Tatiana?' 'Do I need to c-cut of your connection t-to the Internet? Will t-that help y-you find a boyfriend?'" Ana sighs, hugging her book as if it was a teddy bear. "So I g-gave her a criteria for a b-boyfriend. I just t-thought of it off of the t-top of my head. I-I'm sorry if t-this is a bother to you C-Craig. An attractive b-boy like y-you certainly w-won't want to d-date someone like me." Ana then blushes, her eyes widening to the size of saucers.

"I didn't mean to call you attractive! I totally understand if you want to leave now! I'm such an embarrassment!" She says everything so fast, she doesn't give herself the chance to stutter. It almost makes me smile.

Her stutters. Her eye bags. Her red cheeks and wide eyes, and unique way of speaking. It all reminds me of one person. One person who I can barely get out of my mind.

She reminds me so much of Tweek. The first week of dating, he was so nervous, as was I. He was scared of screwing things up, I was scared of people noticing us as a couple.

I bite my bottom lip, and place my hand on Ana's wrist. I give her a kind look, hoping my eyes light up.

With Tweek on my mind, and my dad's threats occasionally coming to the ari face to bite me, I tell Ana that I would like to see her again.

She blushes, drops her book in shock, quickly retrieves it and smiles, her braces gleaming the the sun's dull rays.

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