I. Am. So. Sorry.

This took so, so long to think up! It's a really, really short chapter, but I wanted to get something up here to let you know that I'm not dead. I apologize greatly if it sucks. DON'T HATE MEEEEEE :C

What. The. Fuck.

I know I should be happy about this, given that I've finally admitted that I like the kid, but I'm not.

It makes me feel guilty, in a way. Why aren't I enjoying this? It's what I wanted—a nice, simple kiss from him. But now it seems like so much more than that.

Tweek senses that something isn't right, and he pulls away.

"What's wrong?" he asks quietly, looking up at me, his eyes already swimming with emotions. He looks as if he's certain he did something wrong, even though I know he didn't.

"Nothing." I respond stoically. It's true. "Nothing at all."

"Th-then why—"

"I need to think about this for a second." I cut him off, closing my eyes, trying to calculate why this wasn't appealing to me. I got Tweek a coffee. Check. I told him I liked him. Check. We kissed. Check. None of it makes any sense.

"C-Craig, I—"

I feel bad for interrupting again, but, at the same time, I feel like I need to get my thoughts out, before anything else.

Yes, something is seriously wrong with me if getting my feelings out is the first thing on my mind.

"Tweek, I'm sorry, I-I have to go." I tell him, turning away.

"Where are you going?" he asks from behind me. I can hear his voice quivering.

Oh, no.

He's taking this as rejection. Even though I told him I liked him first. He thinks that I've changed my mind. That this isn't a match, or that it isn't right.

I don't blame him.

We aren't a match. Not at all. Tweek, in all of his over-emotional, coffee-addicted glory, and me, the apathetic, uncaring bastard in mine.

We're polar opposites.

As for what I presume is his other thought—that this isn't right—I can't agree with him fully. Sure, being gay is going to get me a few awkward moments with my friends and a few stares, but , when I'm ready, I'll take it on the way I take on all my problems—by not giving a shit. The problem is, I'm nowhere near ready. It's not that I don't want people to know, it's just that I'm not positive if I really am gay. Looking at pictures of naked girls with Kenny in 6th grade never really gave me a boner, like all the other guys. But who knows? Maybe, after admitting I'm gay, I'll start checking out chicks more, and then I'll be completely confused.

With every step I take away from him, I feel more and more heavy, as if someone is pushing my back down. I can practically hear my joints crack from the weight that has suddenly been put down on my body.

xXx

When I get home, I make myself a bowl of cereal and flick on the TV. I scroll through the channels lazily, finally settling on some random cartoon.

Tweak's coffee awakens you by making you feel like the coffee beans have come to you. Its smooth texture is the perfect way to start you day and warms you like the sun on your skin in the early morning...

I flip the channel.

"Aww. I love that show."

I'm not even surprised to hear Damien's voice. Instead, I groan. He seems a bit disappointed, though, as if he was eager to scare me.

"What do you want?" I say.

"To ask why the fuck you ran away from Tweek again." he replies.

"Can you mind your own business?"

"Nope." he says simply. "Now tell me."

"I ran away because it felt weird." I say. No need to describe "it." Damien was probably there to watch anyways.

"How?"

"Like, it didn't feel right. I like Tweek a lot, but we weren't..." I trail off, trying to find the words.

"You felt awkward, didn't you?" Damien laughs. "You, a six-foot-something guy, got kissed by the twitchiest little peanut in the school."

I shove him over and give him a good glimpse of my middle finger, but then I sigh. He's got it right, I just realized. I like Tweek. I want to be with Tweek. I want to kiss Tweek. I don't want Tweek to kiss me.

"Shut up." I tell him. "I would've done it myself, but he...beat me to it."

"Sure." Damien rolls his eyes. "I will believe that when Dad kisses God's ass."

"Which will be...hmmm...tomorrow?" I snap back.

Damien glares daggers at me, but then bursts out laughing.

xXx

Today, I wake up motivated. I pull on some jeans, some band shirt, and, of course, my belt—metallic red studs, if you must know—grab my bag, and head out, knowing what I need to do.

I, Craig Tucker, have both an expert and extremely dumb-assed plan. It will let the whole school know that I am gay. It will tell Tweek that I really do, indeed, like him, It will show all the annoying girls that sometimes look at me to fuck the hell off. It will tell Tweek that I'm not going to let him do all the work.

So many perks, but I'm still having doubts.

The fear of confusion is still in my head. I'm still afraid of not being certain if I'm gay, but even then, this will probably solve it.

I am going to kiss Tweek. In front of everyone. At school. Right now.

When I get into school, the first thing I do is look for Tweek. He's at his locker. Perfect.

I look around at the crowd of people everywhere, feeling nausea starting to creep in around my stomach.

If I barf on Tweek, I'm going to kill myself.

My feet are moving closer and closer to him, and I feel my heart rate increase, beating frantically, trying to keep up with my brain, that is racing a mile a minute.

Tweek's getting his books. Tweek's turning around and shutting his locker. Tweek's about to walk away—

Before I can even evaluate my actions, my legs stop being awkwardly Jello-like and decide that now's the time. I feel myself lurch forward, grabbing Tweek's forearms and pushing my lips to his. I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing, and neither does Tweek. The only thing that is racing through my mind is don't puke. Don't puke!

As soon as the mouth under mine starts to move, though, all the nervousness disappears. He slowly begins to break from my tight grip on him, and I let him. Now, everything feels right. His hands that have now made their way onto my shoulders feel like they belong there.

It's all so fucking exhilarating, I might as well be in that dream I always have.

Soon he breaks away, looking up at me with warm coffee-colored eyes.

"Sorry." is all I say.

"You better be." is all he says back.

Then we realize that everyone is looking at us.

Of course, I know that everyone would be staring, but this is, quite literally, everyone. I can't even recognize all the faces, since they're all packed together like sardines.

The nausea returns and my head starts to spin faster and faster. The sheer amount of people, paired with the perfection of the moment before, is overwhelming.

Sure enough, I see a few stripes and hear a thump.

Craig's been facing a lot of pressure lately...

If any of you have any ideas for what should happen next, tell me, because I honestly have no clue what I'm going to do with this story. That sounds really, really bad, and it is, because I didn't plan this one out. For my other story I'm currently writing, You're Late, I have the whole plot in front of me and ready to write. I should've done that with this one, but ideas flow in and out of my mind easily, so meh.

Your Long-Awaited Pun!

My parents kept on making egg puns yesterday. I was like, "You've got to be yolking."

Hurf hurf.

I have good news, too!

I ordered a laptop today, and I'm picking it up at Best Buy tomorrow, so I'll be able to write without my mom telling me to stop hogging the computer! That means quicker updates for you guys :D

I know this chapter sucked, but please review and stuff anyway because I will love you if you do. :3