Chapter 4

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Kyles POV 

(This starts before the group has entered the coffee shop from the previous chapter)

This is what we get for having an overprotective mother. I'm home for two weeks and I pretty much have to be with Ike 24/7 because our mom thinks Firkle is going to be a bad influence on him. She's worried Ike will do something stupid like I did in pre-school.

My friends and I would play a game called 'fireman' with a pretend fire and our pee would put it out. Long story short we ended up setting the school and teacher on fire. The guys decided to blame it all on a boy named Trent Boyett but I felt so guilty I ended up confessing the truth to my mom. She thought I was going to turn into a hooligan with all of the bad influence from my friends so I was homeschooled until the sixth grade. A bit extreme I know but that's my mom for you. She's been known as the mom who makes a mountain out of a molehill.  The only friend I made in South Park was this boy named David. One night my family and I went out to eat at his families Mexican restaurant. He introduced himself and my mom approved. Once I got to middle school I started to attend a private school in Denver called Crosspoint Academy so I could play basketball on a school team (the Warriors). She still didn't trust the kids in South Park (expect David) or else I would have just played with them (the Cows). So this is what my break from school is like. Accompying Ike and Firkle to the coffee shop to chaperone their date.

Right as we entered the shop I noticed Tweek right away. I didn't expect him to be there, even though his name is on the shop (duh). You might be wondering how I knew his name all ready, I'll get to that in a bit. The first thing about him that caught my eye was his untamed blonde hair that seemed to go in each and every direction. Once I approached the counter I greeted him with a "hi". Just as I was about to repeat the drink order Ike and Firkle told me I found myself being at a loss for words. I got lost in Tweek's eyes. All of the drawings I saw of him didn't do any justice compared to the real thing. His eyes were a gorgeous light green. Pretty beautiful if you ask me.

Sometime during my fourth grade year the whole town got obsessed with Tweek and Craig becoming a couple. Everyone was buying 'fan art' of the couple that a group of Asian girls would draw. I guess everyone had them displayed everywhere. My house was no exception. We had several different drawings throughout the house. I actually thought they were a cute couple until David told me that they weren't really together. The boys just pretended to stay in their relationship because all of the adults in town 'ship' them super hard and didn't want to make everyone upset. David knew this when he overheard them talking about it one night at his families restaurant. That's where they seemed to have many of their 'public dates'. He also told me they agreed that it was ok to start dating other people while they were still together in middle school. He would see Craig at parties hitting on girls but never Tweek. David had suspicions that Tweek was really gay but not Craig. That just made me feel really bad for Tweek being stuck in a relationship he didn't ask for.

So that brings me to now, trying to have the courage to talk to Tweek and I unexpectedly get smacked in the head by Firkle's hand. Was I really not talking and staring for that long? I appoligize with a "sorry" and I listen as Firkle and Ike tell Tweek their drink orders then watch them leave. Now I'm alone with Tweek. Again. I finally blurt out the drink I want and just throw the money down on the table so I can escape to the bathroom. It might be rude but I couldn't stand how I was feeling at that moment. This was something totally new that I've never experienced before. He's just so adorable with his messy hair and green eyes. I've never known myself as someone who gets flustered easily. I have to explain myself. 

As I exit the bathroom I overhear my brother trying to explain my strange behavior and I can't help but feel hopefull. Fingers crossed I didn't blow it



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