"Send her my regards I guess." Tweek shrugs, and I smile at him thankfully. I'm glad that Tweek is no longer jealous about the meetings with Ana.

"I love you." I tell him, leaning forward and brushing my lips against his softly. I pull away, and step back.

I have another meeting with Ana, which isn't too bad as I've grown to like her as a friend.

But before I can leave, Tweek grabs the strings of my hat. He tugs me towards him, making me stumble slightly, and he spins so I'm against the lockers. He leans against me, his hands on my shoulders. Our noses brush as he connects, then disconnects our lips a number of times. I smile at his actions, and my eyes slip shut as I stretch my arms out over the spot between his hip and waist. I connect my hands, and pull him against me.

He tastes of bitter coffee, which reminds me of the time we first kissed and I gagged afterwards. It was perfect, and it was while the Wizard Of Oz was playing in the background, until we broke apart and I gagged at the coffee taste. I hated coffee. It stopped Tweek from drinking it for a while, which stopped his stutters, so I guess the gag reflex was a good thing?

However, I managed to get used to the taste, and it's not that bad.

Tweek's lips land against mine once, and I feel him fiddle with my jacket as his lips softly move against mine. I then feel cold air hit the spot where my neck ends and shoulder starts, and Tweek's lips connect with said spot.

I let out a shaky breath, and move my head to the side. I also hope that the hallway is deserted.

Tweek presses butterfly kisses to the spot, soft and light pecks. I don't notice anything else he is doing until he disconnects his lip and says something.

"Oops." He says, an edge of amusement to his voice.

My eyes open immediately, and my hand flies to the spot he'd been kissing.

"You didn't." I give him a look.

"I did." This is followed by a giggle.

"I hate you."

"I love you."

"I'm late to meet Ana." I say simply, then my eyes widen in realisation. "I'm late to meet Ana!"

"I don't care." Tweek admits, tugging on the hat strings. I roll my eyes, kiss Tweek once more and wiggle out from underneath him. I rush down the hall when Tweek calls out to me.

I turn and see he's holding up my blue hoodie.

"Do you not want your jacket?!"

****

Upon arriving at the meeting spot, I sense something different. Not only does Ana look different, the atmosphere feels different.

The strangest thing about Ana is the fact that she isn't carrying around a book. Every time I have arrived to meet her, she is always carrying around a novel of some sort, yet she's not holding anything. She is looking down at her hands, her legs shaking. Another strange thing, her glasses aren't sat on the bridge of her nose. Her eyes look smaller and duller without the glasses in front of them, and the last thing is her lips. They're usually pale, and bitten. Yet, now they are unusually pink and glossy.

I approach Ana, and place my hand on her shoulder, making her look up from her hands. Her eyes instantly brighten, and her lips slightly part.

"Ana? Is there some-"

I don't get to finish my sentence.

The reason? Ana grabs my wrists and presses her lips against mine.

Her lips clumsily slide against mine. They are glossy and slippery and uncomfortably wet, making me turn my head. This causes her lips to glide against the corner of my mouth to the centre of my right cheek.

Ana moves back, still holding onto my wrists, and blushes. She doesn't only blush on her cheeks. She turns a deep red, and giggles to herself. I realise that the pinkness of her lips was lipstick. It's smudged around Ana's mouth, and I feel a small layer of it on my own mouth and cheek.

"That kiss was b-brilliant." Ana admits, stroking my wrist with her feelings.

I quickly get over the shock of the sudden action, and snatch my wrists out of her grasp. Ana looks at me confused, tilting her head to the side

I lift my arm up, and wipe away the lipstick with my sleeve. It leaves a pink smudge against the blue, but I ignore it.

"Ana, I'm sorry I didn't tell you this sooner." I say slowly, my voice gentle. "I'm gay Ana."

As soon as the words leave my mouth, I feel a great weight lifted off of my shoulders once again. However, when Ana speaks again my shoulders droop.

She smiles brightly. "I'm gay too C-Craig!" She seems to be shaking in excitement as I look at her in confusion. "In fact, I've n-never been h-happier!"

I then realise.

Ana is thinking of wrong meaning of the word gay. She is taking it as another word for being happy.

"Ana, no this is-"

She tilts her head to the side and interrupts me. "You t-taste of coffee, have you b-been drinking coffee?"

I shake my head, and remember my kissing session with Tweek. "No," I tell her, crossing my arms. "Tweek has."

Confusion shines in Ana's eyes and on her facial features. "Huh? What d-do you m-mean Craig?"

"Tweek has been drinking coffee, he tastes of coffee. I have been kissing Tweek, now I taste of coffee." I say simply, giving Ana a blank stare.

She clearly doesn't understand what I'm trying to tell her.

"You're f-funny Craig!" Ana giggles. "Tweek i-is a b-boy."

I sigh, grab Ana's hand and bring her closer to me. I then unzip my jacket, shrugging it off my shoulder and revealing Tweek's mark to her.

She regards it with raised eyebrows and concern flashing in her dark eyes.

"Tweek did this." I say, and Ana touches the mark gently with her fingertips.

"Tweek h-hurt you?! I t-thought you w-were friends!" I brush Ana's hands away, and she looks hurt.

"What? No!" I exclaim, beginning to become frustrated. "God Ana, he kissed my lips. Kissed my neck. I'll say it again Ana, I'm gay!"

Ana's eyes begin to become glassy, and she bites on her bottom lip. Her eyes are a dark mixture of hurt and confusion.

"Y-you don't seem very h-happy Craig!"  Ana has started to shake, and it's not longer with excitement or happiness. "D-does this m-mean that Tweek I-is a girl?"

I look at Ana, my gaze steady. She shifts under it, nibbling on her bottom lip frantically. She seems genuinely confused. Ana is so intelligent, but she hasn't been educated on social things. I think she genuinely doesn't know what a gay person is. She doesn't know what being gay means.

I sigh, fix my jacket and zip it up. Ana watches me as I step back, and give her one last look of sympathy.

"I don't think we should see each other again Ana. I'm sorry."

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All of my plans for stories are going into this and I'm so happy and excited to look back once j complete stuff. I'm such a dork..

CYA LATER NERDZ