Attractive.

Attractive.

Attractive?!

Okay Craig, calm down and think. Let's not rush to conclusions. Let's think rational.

Have I taken any drugs or consumed any alcohol in the past 24 hours?

Yeah, because that's so rational mind.

And now I'm speaking to my mind.

Have I taken drugs?

Probably not.

Then why did I just find Tweek Tweak attractive?

Tweek Tweak!

My enemy!

The one who made me hate my orthodontist! 

"Craig." Tweek hisses, staring at me with his still watery but sparkling eyes. "Speak!"

"Um.." I say, looking at Tweek and feeling my stomach burst into a thousand tiny flutters.

What is this?!

Is there butterflies trapped in my stomach or something? If so, can they please fuck off?!

Tweek is still staring at me, but his gaze is no longer soft and his eyes are no longer wet with tears. He seems to be getting frustrated. Those damn eyes. Maybe I just like his eye colour!

Maybe green is my new favourite colour?

I look at Tweek once more, and let my eyes wander over all of his features.

From his pale, clear skin. To his bleach blonde hair that looks so soft to the touch and smells of fresh strawberries. Naturally pink, lush lips. And finally to his green glasses that are sat on his button nose. His facial structure, is so.. Hot.

Nope.

Defiantly not just his eyes.

It's strange. I've liked girls all my life. But, how come I've never noticed little things about their appearance. Like how Tweek's eyelashes are curled and blonde. I've never took notice of any girls eyelashes. So why Tweek's?!

What's so special about his fucking eyelashes?!

"Craig Tucker! Stop staring at me!" Tweek says, physically shoving me and knocking me out of my endless thoughts about him. I stumble back, and almost fall off the stage.

Thankfully, I regain my balence.

"Oh my!" The club leader exclaims, running a hand through his purple hair, "That was magnificent! I've never seen such chemistry! And I've sat through a lot of chemistry classes! Bridon! It's time for you to shine with Tweek!"

I look at the leader confused. "Didn't you say we have to stick in pairs?"

He glances at me, and shrugs. "I've changed my mind! Bridon!" He snaps, motioning towards the stage. Bridon looks up from his phone and stands up, walking towards the stage.

I hop down and take a seat. Bridon jumps up into the stage, making his hair flow. He smiles at Tweek, and I once again feel the harsh pang from before when Tweek smiles back, his teeth white and perfectly straight.

"After all that angst, I want some pure romance! Bridon, you and Tweek are on a sensual, steamy, sexy date and you are about to propose! Three," he claps, smiling excitedly, "two, one, ACTION!"

I sit in my seat as Bridon takes Tweek's hand in his own, flashing him a perfect smile.

"Oh my Bridon. You have truly outdone yourself with this dinner. It was amazing." Tweek says, his voice steady with a slight change in pitch.

He basically sounds like someone wanting to get laid, and it's making my mind run wild.

As I try to control my mind and make my thoughts PG, Bridon speaks.

"Anything for you my handsome prince. If I could, I'd give you the world." I hold back my puke at the lines chosen.

Tweek giggles, squeezing Bridon's hand.

Pang.

"Oh, how I love you. I wish for us to be together forever." Tweek smiles, and Bridon's face lights up.

"Really?" He asks, moving his hand behind his back.

"Really." Tweek says, and then Bridon drops to one knee. Tweek's hands fly to his mouth, and he covers it.

"Tweek Tweak. I love you more than life itself." He starts, and the dreaded pang curses through my veins. I clench and unclench my fists, wishing for it to calm down.

Tears start to form at the corners of Tweek's eyes as he looks shocked.

"Would you make me the luckiest person in the world, and become Tweek Queermo?" Bridon mimics opening a small box, thrusting an imaginary ring towards Tweek.

Tweek removes one hand from his mouth and fans himself.

"Of course! I would be honoured!" Tweek says as the tears roll down his cheeks.

Bridon takes Tweek's hand in his own, slipping on the imaginary engagement ring.

"Oh my, oh my!" The leader exclaims, his hands over his heart.

Bridon stands up and Tweek examines his 'ring.'

"Oh, it's breath taking! It must be worth a fortune!" Tweek exclaims, and Bridon smiles, opening his arms.

"Just like you." Tweek runs into his open arms, wrapping his own arms around Bridon's torso.

The pang gets stronger, and clenching my fists doesn't calm it down. My nails dig into my palms at how hard my fists are clenched, but I don't flinch at the pain.

Then, Bridon leans closer to Tweek. Tweek doesn't move as their noses brush.

The purple haired man gasps, "a kiss?"

Oh hell to the fucking no.

As soon as Tweek's lips inch closer to Bridon's, I stand up. My chair scrapes the floor, making the others turn my way. I march onto the stage as fast as possible, tearing the two away from each other.

Tweek jumps, and Bridon looks at me confused.

"Craig! Why?!" The leader shouts, but I ignore him.

Tweek glares at me, his hands on his hips.

"Craig! What the hell is wrong with you?!" He asks, looking extremely attractive while angry.

"I think your palms are bleeding." Bridon points out, and I glance down at my palms. My nails have left marks, and some of the marks are bleeding.

Tweek's angry look fades to one of worry, then goes back to being angry as he grabs my arm and drags me out of the room.

I guess that settles it.

I have a thing for Tweek Tweak.

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