We reach the studio about five minutes early, but it doesn't really make a difference. It turns out, that most young actors are always a few minutes early to things.

The studio is a dance studio, which I never even knew existed, but there is one room reserved for this acting club. It's got dark brown wooden floors, which you can probably see your reflection in, white walls filled with all sorts of posters and leaflets and chairs stacked up in a corner.

There is a small stage, just a wooden block that's a shade lighter than the floor. There's no curtains or anything like you would expect, just a few lights shining on the stage.

I only recognise a few people in the room. There's Bridon Queermo, sat alone on a pulled out chair. He's on his phone and he's in his basketball uniform. I'm guessing he's come straight after practice. Butters Stotch is sat with Bradley who is chewing on his nails nervously. And I don't know anyone else.

Tweek walks in happily, pulling a chair from the stack and placing it next to Bridon. I follow him, not wanting to mix with anyone I don't know.

"Hi Bridon!" Tweek greets. He sounds calm and relaxed as he smiles at the brunette, who looks up from his phone and smiles at Tweek. He hugs him from the side, and Tweek hugs him back.

A harsh pang runs through my body, and I clench and unclench my fists as the feeling slowly disappears and Tweek and Bridon encage in conversation.

He doesn't stutter once.

"So, any luck?" Tweek asks him, fiddling with a loose string on his shirt.

"Obviously not. He's still with Wendy." Bridon sighs, and Tweek pats his shoulder.

The pang runs through me again.

"Well, didn't you help him with his costume?" Tweek asks and Bridon nods.

"Didn't get any of the hints. He's so.. Frustrating. He thinks I like Wendy." Bridon complains, putting his face in his hands.

"Not that I care," I but into the conversation as another pang hits me as Tweek puts his arm around Bridon, "but why don't you just kiss him? I don't even understand the appeal of Stan Marsh anyway."

"He has a nice build." Tweek says, shrugging. One more pang. "Um.." His face goes red slightly and he looks at me. "But I would never want to be with Stan."

I raise an eyebrow, but don't comment on the added sentence. Why did he feel the need to add that?

Maybe for Bridon?

But if so, why would he look at me?

I said I hate you. I don't. Well, I do, just not as much as you think.

I shake my head if any more thoughts on this topic, and tune back into to Bridon and Tweek's conversation.

They basically talk about some boring stupid stuff that the author doesn't want to type out.

"Silence everyone! Silence!" A voice cuts through the chatter, clapping following the speech.

There's a man standing there, with dyed purple hair and a very unique sense of fashion. He palaces his sunglasses on the top of his head, and they rest on his purple hair. His eyes are brown, his skin tan.

"So today, we will be doing more improve as I am extremely busy with script writing." He claps once again, "get into pairs."

As soon as he says it, I grab Tweek's arm. There is no way that he's pairing with Bridon and I have to pair with someone I don't like.

"Sorry Bridon, Tweek's with me." I tell him, still holding onto his arm. Tweek rips his arm from my grip, but still stays next to me, sending Bridon a look I can't read. Bridon smirks and walks off to pair with some girl with blonde hair.

"So, I will pick who will go up first!" The purple haired man says, placing his hands on his hips as he looks around at all the people. His eyes finally land on Tweek and I. "Who, are you?" He points at me, one hand still firmly placed on his hip.

"I'm an aspiring young actor that wishes to blossom with the help of this class." I answer his question, and his expression softens.

"Aw, that's so cute. Now, your name please."

"Craig." I tell him, and he smiles again, showing off perfectly straight, white teeth. Out of a force of habit, I run my tongue over my fucked up teeth in jealousy.

"Okay Craig and Tweek will go first. Up on stage!" He commands, clapping his hands once again.

Tweek and I step up onto the makeshift stage, and the actors gather around pulling chairs with them. The purple haired man stands at the side, his own chair being placed behind him by a woman in a pink dress with curly brown hair.

"Your scene," the man says, sitting down on the chair the brunette placed, "a divorce! Craig, you cheated and Tweek has just found out. It's up to your own interpretation, Craig, you start! Now, go!" One final clap, and I move to the edge of the stage. Tweek looks at me confused, but I ignore him as I stride into the spotlight, pretending to place a briefcase down.

"Hi honey." I say, pretending to plant a kiss on Tweek's cheek. Before I can even get close, he presses his hands against my chest.

"Don't you 'hi honey' me!" He says, moving backwards with his hand on his hip. I look at him confused.

"What's wrong my love?" I ask, and he scoffs.

"Don't play dumb with me Craig! I know exactly where you were last night!" He says, his voice wobbling.

"I was watching the game." I tell him, "at my friends house."

"Oh have you?" Tweek asks, his arms folded. "Than who the hell is Michael?!"

"Oh my!" The purple haired man gasps.

"Michael? He's the friend!" I say, purposely fidgeting.

"Oh please Craig! I hired a private investigator!" Tweek eclaims, moving towards me and jabbing me in the chest. It hurts, and I flinch. Hopefully it looks like I'm acting. "I have pictures!"

"You hired someone? Do you not trust me?!" Tweek shakes his head.

"I thought I could! I really did." His voice starts to shake and crack, and the corners of his eyes well up with tears. "I loved you. But the more you left the house, the more you pushed me away when I opened myself up, and let you in.. Made me need to hire someone."

I stare at Tweek is real shock. The others in the room are gasping and staring in shock, but I just focus on Tweek.

His crying face. Most people are ugly criers, but Tweek, he looks amazing.

His green eyes shining, his pale skin clear, his cheeks slightly red as one clear tear rolls down his cheek and falls from his chin.

"I'm sorry." I say, attempting to stay in role.

Tweek's so mesmerising.

So amazing.

So...

Attractive.

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IT WAS SUPPOSED TO GO IN A DIFFERENT DIRECTION BUT I LIKE THIS A LOT BETTER.

CYA LATER NERDZ