Tweek giggled as he was underneath me. His glasses lay lopsidedly on his nose, the small crack in the corner glinting. I had pinned his hands over his head with one hand, and my other was assaulting his sides.

Who knew that Tweek Tweak was ticklish?

His giggles turn to uncontrollable laughter as he struggles beneath me. I'm really surprised he hasn't been able to throw me off, his boxing lessons have really improved his strength.

Or maybe he can push me off, and he's just letting me feel dominant for a few minutes.

"Okay Craig!" He gasps, wiggling. "Y-you'll make me piss myself!"

I stop, instantly grossed out.

I sit back on his legs, and he sits up.

"Oh my god, do y-you even eat?" He pokes my stomach, slightly breathless from the tickling. "Y-You literally weigh nothing."

I chuckle. "My diet is just fine," I half-lie, a diet of sweets and other junk defiantly isn't healthy. But healthy food is actually disgusting. "Don't worry about it."

Tweek rolls his eyes, but smiles. He removes his cracked glasses (I've told him again and again to get new ones, but he just won't listen), placing them on his bedside table.

I notice how close we actually are when his breath hits my nose.

How, and I really mean how, does one who drinks so much coffee manage to keep their breath smelling like mint?

Tweek then places his hands on my shoulders, pulling me down onto his bed, on top of him. I don't wish to fall onto him, so I manage to place each of my hands beside Tweek's head, supporting myself.

Then he locks our lips.

Anything else in the room instantly vanishes as I focus on my lip locking session with my boyfriend. The blare of the TV, the breeze and noises of life from the open window, even the fact that his door is wide open.

It's just Tweek. And that's how I like it.

I decide to cheekily edge my fingers closer to his weak spot. I somehow manage to support my weight with one arm, which surprisingly isn't that difficult, and brush my fingers against Tweek's ear.

He instantly gasps.

Swiftly, his hand is removed from my lower back and locks around my wrist.

I smirk, pulling away from the kiss.

"What's wrong Tweekers?" Tweek cringes, his cheeks a bright pink.

"One, don't use the nickname." I laugh, "two, how dare y-you tap into my weakness. Y-you know I'm sensitive there."

"That's the point." I mumble, managing to brush his ear again. His grip tightens, then he sees me flinch. He instantly loosens his grip, taking my wrist to his lips and kissing it.

"Sorry." He mumbles against the wrist, and I can't help but blush.

It is rare for Tweek to show affection like this. Most of the time, he actually hates couple-like actions. Kissing a place that had been hurt for example.

"It's okay." I smile. Tweek smiles back too, he holds my wrist against his mouth. The warm breaths, ironically, make me shiver.

Then, I'm on the floor.

Tweek had forcefully shoved me off of him, onto his carpeted floor. He now kneels upon the edge of his bed, staring straight into the TV screen. He almost topples off the bed himself.

Dating Tweek Tweak is grate and all, but there is some downsides.

Being dramatic doesn't just apply to his plays. It is just apart of him. The littlest fight can and will turn into an episode of some cliche soap, just because Tweek is so.. Tweek.

His strength, can be a bonus at times (being picked up and placed over a desk feels so much better than it sounds), yet he sometimes can't control it, and ends up hurting me or someone else trying to defend me.

I have told him time and time again that I do not need defending, he just won't listen.

But the worst thing has to be his hatred of public affection.

Whether it's in school, on a date or just hanging out, he will rarely kiss me if people are around. He was actually annoyed that our first kiss was witnessed by the goths.

But the negatives always get lost behind the positives, because Tweek is a literal ball of talent.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts by Tweek's voice. "How can you talk without a brain?" He quotes. His voice is of a higher pitch at Dorothy's sweet words, and I smirk.

Before he can quote what he wanted too, I beat him to it. "Well, some people without brains do an awful lot of talking, don't they?"

"Craig!" Tweek shouts, hitting the bed with his fists. Once, then twice.

"What?" I ask, getting up off of the floor and grinning.

Then, the TV remote is hurled in the direction of my head. I just about duck, and it lands in the corner, knocking over a pile of different coloured files.

"Stop doing that!" I chuckle, sitting down next to the angry blonde. I proceed  to quote the whole of the next scene.

"You fucking dork." Tweek moans, shoving me lightly. "I want to try out, not you. I have to learn the voice and match the tone, not you."

I hum, falling back onto the soft pillows of his bed as he continues to watch eagerly.

This years play, is my all time favourite; The Wizard Of Oz.

From the silver shoes in the play, to the ruby red in the movie. From the Munchkins, to the citizens of The Emerald City. From the Witch Of The West, to Glinda The Good Witch.

This is my favourite film, play and book.

And my favourite character, just happens to be the one Tweek is trying out for.

That's my problem.

I want to audition for the lead male role of Scarecrow. Not just so I can be the lead, so I can play a character who I've loved since I first watched the film at five.

I grew up with dressing up as Scarecrow. Whether it was for Halloween, a fancy dress party or just for the hell of it.

I know I'd be able to do it. I have a hidden talent, Tweek's drama club teacher has told me many times, and I want that talent to be shown. I don't want to be classed as just 'that amazing actor's boyfriend'.

I want people to know my name.

But, if I did try out, I wouldn't stand a chance against my 'amazing actor boyfriend'. Tweek is just, so used to snatching up lead roles. Female or male.

Auditions are in two days.

I don't need to prepare. Unlike Tweek, I grew up with this film. I know the scene for the audition off by heart with only glancing at the script. I have the tone of the voice, the silly manner and the quirkiness memorised.

But, would Tweek even let me audition?

If I ever brought it up to him, he'd definitely shut it down. He'd simply say that he needs this role, that his future career in acting depends on it. Then, I'd definitely back off, because the look on his face would be too much to say no to.

I could easily audition behind Tweek's back. It's a one on two audition. The actor/actress speaks the lines of their wanted role, while Ms. Davis and Kevin Stoley judges them on voice, movement and characterisation.

Tweek would never know.

Unless Kevin would tell him. That can easily be dealt with though. I can just convince Kevin not to say anything.

A little threat to his Star Wars figures may work perfectly.

Then I'd have to hope he didn't tell Clyde, because Clyde has a ginormous mouth.

Maybe a little threat to his Taco Bell loyalty card?

If that doesn't work, I have other ways of willing Clyde into silence. Half of them end in death, while the other half end up with me buying his silence.

Death seems more tempting.

That settles it. I will audition without Tweek's knowledge.

A little competition never hurt anyone.

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opinions on chapter 1?

I had so much fun writing this! I missed these guys. In Dramatic, there was always a quote that popped up more than once. I believe it was:

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

I want another quote like that. It makes me feel like a professional writer for some reason.

Anyway, sorry for the wait guys!

CYA LATER NERDZ