As soon as Tweek dragged me out of that room, he took me to the bathroom and washed the blood off of my hands. He then asked me why I freaked out, and told me off for embarrassing him in front of the whole group.

I lied.

Obviously.

Why the hell would I tell him that I was jealous?

I said that I saw a spider on his shoulder and that I am terrified of spiders. Which may be true, and now he unfortunately knows that. So now Tweek knows my two deepest secrets. My love of The Wizard of Oz, and my phobia of spiders.

But now I have another, deeper secret. The fact that I find him extremely attractive and that I have devolped a huge crush on him.

I actually dreamt about him last night.

It wasn't very Christian.

And him holding my hands while carefully washing the dried blood away haven't helped that fact. His hands are so soft, and he's so gentle. He held my hands like the smallest amount of pressure would cause agonising pain. He made sure the water wasn't too hot, or too cold. Hell, he even used his shirt to dry my hands thinking that the paper towels would hurt. I never would have seen him as gentle, or his hands as soft.

Now back to the present, today is the day of the play. It being preformed in front of South Park elementary and some parents at lunch, then in front of the whole school during the last lesson and finally an after school performance for parents.

And everyone is acting crazy.

I've never been a part of a drama production, so I've never seen what it's like before the play.

Sure, I've watched some of the schools plays. I watched the performance of Matilda with Ruby, I watched Romeo and Juliet (and may have shed one tear at the end, but thankfully Nicole's snivelling and sobbing kept the attention off of me) and finally, I was dragged to the performance of The Little Mermaid.

But now I'm apart of the production. now I'm the one working behind the scenes, and it is defiantly an experience that I won't be forgetting any time soon.

Ms. Davis is randomly screaming at people, the actors are speed reading their lines and Kevin is rushing around like a mad man, making sure all of the costumes look perfect. Clyde is following him, reassuring him on anything Kevin believes is wrong. Kevin just flicks his forehead and rushes off.

"Craig!" Ms. Davis screeches, waving her hands in the air, making her bangles clang and sparkle in the harsh stage lighting, "help Esther with the set!"

I groan, and slowly walk out from behind backstage. As soon as I do, my eyes widen.

The stage is a complete mess. Boards are everywhere, props are strewn around, fake grass and mushrooms scattered about. I raise an eyebrow, and Esther shrieks in annoyance, tugging on her dark locks.

"This is so frustrating!" She shouts. "Fuck you Lola! You shady bitch!"

I approach Esther, and remove her hands from her hair. She scoffs, and stamps her foot on the ground. "Not that I care, but why is she 'shady'?" Esther sighs, and kneels down to prop up a background. It's the scene with the Caterpillar. I help her raise it, and then she rushes off to move the mushrooms to the corner of the stage.

"She's not turned up today! Period cramps apparently! Every girl gets period cramps!" She shouts, making people look this way with raised eyebrows. She ignores their gazes, and gathers up all of the props placing them backstage. "Some of us get extremely bad period pains, but we still turn up for fucking school!"

"I'm guessing you're stressed?" I ask her, watching in hidden amusement as she runs around like an idiot, perfecting props and balancing boards.

"No! Really?! What makes you think that?!" She says sarcastically, moving the boards in an order that corresponds with the script.

"Well, do you want any help?" I ask.

"Nope. You can leave now." She says, motioning behind the curtains as she fixes a broken flamingo.

I shrug and walk back stage, bored.

It may be complete chaos, but I don't have anything to do. It's almost lunch, which means it's almost time for the first performance.

"Craig! Fix Wendy's hair!" Another shriek from Ms. Davis, and I scoff walking towards the changing area. I see Wendy, fully in costume minus her ears and tail. She's helping Stan with his Caterpillar costume, and he's looks stupid, but hardly recognisable.

"You know, you're lucky you can hardly tell its you under that costume. It looks terrible." I let him know, and Stan just glares at me.

"At least I'm talented enough to be in a play," he says back, and I shrug.

"Which costume looks terrible?!" Kevin's voice stops me from replying, and Clyde sighs.

"Ignore Craig, he's an idiot." Clyde says.

"That's ironic, coming from you." I point out.

"The Caterpillar costume? That's fine. I didn't make that one, it was bought. Oh my, it does look pretty bad.." Kevin says, crossing his arms and peering at the costume.

"Shut up." Stan says, matching away. Wendy glances in his direction, but doesn't move. She instead thrusts a hair tie in my direction.

"Hair." She says, and I sigh in annoyance, swiftly putting her hair back in a small bun. "Thanks Craig, now.. Can you flip on my tail? I can't reach it,"

I do as she says, clipping the bushy tail onto the costume. She smiles and thanks me, then rushes off to get Stan.

"I never knew you could style hair." Clyde says, smirking. I flip him off, and he gasps. "How rude."

"WENDY WAIT!" Ms. Davis shrieks, "I can't find Tweek!"

"Oh no Craig!" Clyde gasps, "your boyfriend is missing!"

"Shut up Clyde." I mumble, hoping that my cheeks stay pale. Clyde snickers.

"Tweek's missing?" Kevin asks, looking over here from studying Heidi's costume and then he looks at me. "You better go find him. My parents are coming to the performance tonight, to see my work, and my mum's favourite character is the Mad Hatter and she's most excited to see my work on his costume." Kevin walks towards me and places his hands on my shoulders. He's slightly taller than me. "YOU'VE GOT TO FIND TWEEK! I NEED THEM TO SEE MY BEST WORK TO ALLOW ME TO CARRY ON IN FASHION."

I blink, and grab Kevin's hands. "I'll find Tweek, calm down Wilhelmina Slater," I let go of Kevin, and walk away from the costume area.

"You watch Ugly Betty?!" Kevin shouts, but I ignore him walking off to find Tweek.

"Craig! Where are you going?!" Ms. Davis asks, her eyes wide and her skin paler than normal.

"To find a Tweek." I say simply, walking out of the hall and into the corridors. It's nearly the end of period 3, so there are only a few students walking around.

Now, where would Tweek be?

Am I kidding myself? I know where he is.

I quickly walk down the corridors towards the yellow, exit door. I push it open, and walk down the steps. Michael and the Goth Kids are sat down on the floor, smoking. Among them, is Tweek Tweak. I walk towards Tweek and stand in front of him.

"Again?" I ask, and Tweek scoffs taking a drag out of his cigarette and passing it to Firkle.

"Shut up," he says, hugging his knees to his chest.

"What's wrong? Are you nervous or something?" I ask, moving and sitting next to him. He shakes his head.

"No. I've never been nervous for a performance," he says, not stuttering once.

He's defiantly not nervous.

"Then what are you doing here?"

"Thinking," Tweek tells me, taking the offered cigarette from Firkle and taking a long drag. He goes to take another drag, but when he sees my look of disapproval, he passes it back.

"About?"

"I can't tell you."

"Why not?" I ask, edging closer to Tweek. He doesn't seem to notice. He doesn't answer my question, we sit in silence for a few seconds.

"Have you ever had a crush?" He asks randomly. Taken aback by his question, I slowly answer.

"Yes.. Why?"

"Well, I've got this crush. A-and I've b-been seeing a l-lot more of them lately.." He says, the stutter returning.

"And?"

"A-and after today, I-I'll probably never talk to them a-again." Tweek says, looking at me with his shiny green eyes. I feel my heart beat speed up. "I've l-liked them for s-so long.. And I l-like talking to them."

"Then.. Why don't you confess your feelings?" I ask.

"Do y-you think I should?"

"Well, if you think that you will never see them after today, then yes." I say, shrugging. Tweek is silent, and that causes my own thoughts to run rapid.

Maybe I should take my own advice? Maybe I should confess to Tweek? I most likely won't ever talk to him in a friendly way after today. What's the worst thing that can happen?

Rejection.

Death.

Embarrassment.

Don't think of the bad outcomes idiot, think of the good ones.

I'm going to confess.

"Tweek, I ha-"

My phone dings loudly, interrupting what I have to say. I grab it out of my pocket, and see a text from Clyde.

Crybaby:
Kevin's going crazy. Get Tweek, and get here NOW!

I sigh and stand up. Tweek looks up at me confused. I guess confessing will have to wait.

"Come on Tweek, you've got to come back." I offer him my hand to get up, and he grabs it. I pull him up but he doesn't let go of my hand.

Confused, I look down at our hands then at Tweek.

Suddenly, he yanks me towards him and I fall into him. He's still grasping my hand, but with his free hand he's holding onto my waist.

"Tweek? W-what are you doing?" I ask, my face clearly turning red.

Instead of speaking, Tweek presses his lips to mine.

His glasses press against my nose, making it slightly awkward but other than that, it's amazing. My free hand is gripping onto Tweek's shoulder as I slowly kiss him back, enjoying ever second. He then pulls away, and walks off.

"Wow." I say, pressing my finger tips to my lips.

"How dramatic." Michael says, and I look at him. I totally forgot these guys existed. "Now, fuck off."

I roll my eyes and flip them off, walking  back to the hall to help with the play.

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This is my new favourite chapter

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