Craig and Tweek have been dating in secret. The two lovers have been together for quite some time now. There are only two people besides themselves who know of their secret love.
The first is Tricia, Craig's little sister who caught them kissing on...
I lay in my bed looking up at my ceiling that still has glow in the dark stars from adolescence. I never bothered to take the stickers down since I became older but in a way they are nice to have. For one, they remind me of my childhood and how simple life was. And secondly, the stickers are peaceful and on the stormiest of nights the glow in the dark stars shine the brightest. It stormed like a bitch last night and I don't mean the weather; I mean with Tweek. No matter how brightly those old stickers glowed, they didn't calm the storm, not with Tweek and not from within myself.
'Tweek, honey,' I think to myself but also hoping that Tweek can miraculously hear my thoughts, 'please, please understand, I'm sorry.'
I roll over and look at the little clock on my nightstand. 6:40am. I check my phone. I can see about twenty missed messages all from Bebe and five missed messages from the group chat with the boys. Not a single text from Tweek.
'Well at least that's normal,' I think to try and reassure myself.
I notice my window is lightly frosted. I decide to dress a tad warmer today since it looks as if it could be chilly and possibly a bit windy too. I grab my favorite coat and beanie and head downstairs. I see my parents enjoy breakfast and my little sister Tricia getting her boots on. I walk Tricia everyday to school first and then I head to my school. I hold both of our bags and open the door. A gust of wind burst through and I quickly try to reshut the door!
"Looks like it going to be a cold one," says my dad as he continues to eat, "Tricia, (swallow) grab your scarf and you hat please." He points his fork in the direction of her belongings. He never broke eye contact with his food. It's hard to imagine sometimes on how I am related to him. I wait for Tricia to grab her things and once she is ready at the door next to me I open the door again and we both rush out together. Since it is so windy, we don't talk much on the way to school today but I can see Tricia periodically looking up at me with concern and then quickly glancing away as if she was never starring to begin with.
"What?" I finally say to her.
She doesn't respond immediately and after a few minutes pass she looks up and says,
"What did you do to Tweek this time?"
I'm astonished always on how my little sister is so smart. She's the only person that I've told about Tweek and I--Or well I didn't tell her, she found out and has kept her promise all these years to keep our relationship secret. One day Tweek came over on the pretenses of needing help with homework and studying; what my family and the rest of the world did not know was that Tweek was studying how to kiss and that's when Tricia saw us. I made her promise not to tell anyone especially not dad. She understood completely since she knows how dad can overreact and in general has always had a negative look not just on gays but on anyone different. It's hard to be a Tucker. My dad has high expectations on who Tucker boys should be and my whole life I've been exactly who he wants me to be--but I've never been myself, the person I know my dad could never accept.
"Well," I say with a sigh, "Prom... I can't take... I'm going to go with Bebe." I don't want to risk saying his name aloud while we stroll openly in public.
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