Dramatic: ACT II (COMPLETED)(South Park) {Yaoi}

Chapter 4| Craig

Practicing with Kevin has so far been a very interesting experience.

I began the scene, titled Dorthy Meets Scarecrow, an iconic one which all seekers of the Scarecrow role must perform. I had only said three lines when Kevin broke his character.

He was awing, staring at me with happiness in his icy blue eyes. A gasp escaped his lips at my first line, confusing me at first, and he held anything else back. That was until my third line, were all of his emotions came rushing out of him.

"Craig!" He exclaims, clapping as if I've won an Oscar. "You're so amazing! It's.. it's.. it's as if I'm in the room with the actual actor!"

Out of the all the excitement bubbling from him, he grabs me and pulls me into a hug. I stumble into Kevin's arms, stiff as the taller male squeezes me in a warm, and oh so inviting, hug.

Maybe it's the heat of the hug causing my cheeks to flush, maybe it's being close to Kevin (which I highly doubt since I care so much for Tweek) or maybe it's the compliments. I've never revived many compliments.

It's nice.

It's more than nice.

Kevin pulls away from the hug, smiling brightly. With how contagious his smile and excitement is, I almost feel myself smiling back at the nerd. Which is strange, because I rarely smile.

He gasps once more, excitement swimming in his pools of icy blue. "I must measure you." He says, and I look at him confused.

Taking a few steps back with a strange look plastered on my face towards him, I ask. "What?"

Kevin laughs, cheeks tinted pink as he explains. "That did sound a bit odd. I mean, I want to measure you because I'm so positive that you, Craig Tucker, will get this role."

Kevin sounds so confident, smiling. Eventually, my lips quirk up in a smile, and Kevin smirks triumphantly. Then his fist pumps the air.

"Yes! I got the smile!" He sings the words dorkily, speeding off to get whatever he needs to measure me. Although l haven't given him permission to do so.

If Kevin is right, if I do get this role, will I even be happy?

Last year, I despised most of the drama department. I hated the teacher, the students, the atmosphere, everything. My hate eventually caused Clyde and I to destroy the costumes and sets. I hated how Ms. Davis didn't go with the traditional punishment of a detention. I hated how she made Clyde and I join in on the production without a choice.

Yet now, I'm willingly auditioning for a role. A role in a play, a play put on by Ms. Davis, by the drama department. The department I hated.

Me from a year ago would be disgusted in me. Dating the 'enemy', something I commonly called Tweek, joining in on a play. My 'edgy badboy' persona would slap me.

Speaking of Tweek, how would he even respond if I do get the role? Would he be angry? Would he be offended?

I've known the blond since kindergarten and I've been dating him for a year, but I still can't foresee his reaction.

The door creaking open knocks me out of my thoughts. Kevin enters, a blue bag hanging off his shoulder.

I decide to voice my thoughts to Kevin.

"Kevin," I begin. He placed the bag on a table and roots through it.

"Yes?" He asks without looking up.

"How do you think Tweek would react to all this?" I ask, eyes locked into the raven's back.

He looks up, and hums now facing me. Our eyes lock. "I think... Tweek should be happy." Kevin nods, now smiling. He smiles a lot. "He should be proud that you're stepping out of your comfort zone like this."

Kevin holds a measuring thing in his hands, approaching me. He kneels at my feet as he slowly lifts my shirt up, his fingertips brushing my stomach. I hold back a shiver; his hands are cold.

"'Comfort zone'?" I quote as he wraps the tape like object around my waist, leaning forward to read the measurements and scribble them down in his Sailor Moon notebook.

"Well.." Kevin starts, removing the measuring device. "You kinda seem like the type of guy to bottle everything up. Like, you wouldn't be interested in expressive arts and stuff."

Kevin moves on to measuring my shoulders, and I hum. 

"I guess that's true. I used to hate the drama department." Kevin's face in extremely close to mine as he measures my chest.

"I'm glad you had the change of heart." He takes down more measurements, "you're brilliantly talented."

Another blush at another embarrassing compliment I'm still not used to getting.

He smiles once more, tucking the tape into his pocket as he finishes. "Nice blush Craig." He teases, and I roll my eyes.

"Nice.." I trail off, trying to think of an insult. "Nice mum Kevin."

Kevin shakes his head, giggling to himself as he closes the notepad. "I can just tell. This years production is going to be very, very interesting."

I can't help but agree with Kevin's words. If I get the part and Tweek doesn't, something will happen, and it definitely won't be good.

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