On the down-low. \ \ \Creek/ / / \ \ \Craig X Tweek/ / / [South Park]

{3} \ \ \ Little vacation. / / / {3}

"YOU'RE GOING." I groan resting my head on the bus window, fucking cunt. . . he is sending me to a "re-education" camp for gays. I was able to hide my phone with me but, he cut it off, I have no data or anything, I groan as one of the boys sit down next to me, he says. 'What's a pretty boy like you doing alone?' I grown. 'I have a boyfriend.' He rolls his eyes. 'Is he on this bus?' I shake my head. 'No, I was sent here by my stupid dad.' He places his head on my shoulder and smiles. 'No one has to know.' I push him off me. 'I love my boyfriend you ass.'

He pouts. 'Oh, so you do? I can be just like him. . .' He kisses my cheek rubbing my chest, I push him off me. 'Get off me you fucking prick.' I sit back in my chair while trying to move away from him, I groaned. . . I miss Tweek. . . The way his lips feel. . . They say he smiles when he sees or smells coffee. . . The way his freckles look when the sun hits him. . . The way he stumbles when he just woke up. . . The way he sneezes. . . The way his ear become pink when he blushes that much from one stupid pick up line. . . I miss the way his hair smells. . . How he has naturally bleach blonde hair and how it's untamed. . .

I love him with all my heart. . . I hug my own arms pretending Tweeks in them. . . I love him so much, I let a tear roll down my cheek as I know I'm not leaving anytime soon. . . If I just pretended to be straight, they should let me out quicker. . . I eventually go to sleep dreaming about Tweek. . .

I wake up as the bus goes to a hult. . . This is going to be a living hell. . .