As soon as I got into school, I had found myself a copy of the audition script for Scarecrow. With audition day so close, I just want to practice, practice and practice. I want to forget everything, jump into the role of Scarecrow and act.

However, I'm stuck in second period. I hate geography, it's not going to help me in life anyway. The fact that our teacher is so passionate about a subject were all the students doze off into their own, little worlds is more than depressing in my opinion.

I bite on my bottom lip, ripping a page out of my notepad. I half the page, tearing it down the middle in a smooth line, and scribble down a note to Craig. It asks him if he'll help me practice at break. I swiftly fold the paper multiple times, writing from Tweek on the cover.

Then, I nudge Red with my foot. She turns around in her seat, an annoyed looked displayed upon her features. Add the look with her fire-like hair, and you've got a cartoon villain in the making.

"Don't kick me Tweek." She hisses, attempting and hilariously failing to kick me back. I hold the note toward her. She raised an eyebrow.

It reminds me how it's always annoyed me that Red's eyebrows were black, her natural hair colour, and her hair was red. Then again, red eyebrows would cause you to become a laughing stock.

Only Melanie Martinez can support brightly coloured eyebrows.

"Pass it to Craig." I say simply, and she takes the note.

"I'm going to read it." She mumbles matter of factly and I roll my eyes. It's not like there's an important and life endangering secret within the words. There's no secret code.

"Lame." Red then says, handing it to Mole who swiftly passed it onto Craig without Red even telling him to.

She clicks her tongue at getting ignored, her tongue piercing catching the light and gleaming.

I cringe. Tongue piercings have always freaked me out.

Craig looks down at his desk, and opens the note swiftly. He scans it, his shoulders seem to droop a little then he scribbles a reply.

When the note lands back onto my desk, I read it straight away (after deciphering his horrendous writing of course).

Disappointment instantly hits me. Craig claims to be busy, so I can't rehearse with him. I sigh as I scribble an identical note to Kevin, asking him the same thing.

I give it to Red. This time, she doesn't pass it down. She stands up, cleaning she needs to sharpen her pencil. As she passes Kevin, who's sketching some sort of design of a dress onto a scrap piece of paper, she grins at him. Asks him for a sharpener as he strangely blushes.

I presume it's from her smile. The fact that it would even make him blush, considering he's happily dating Clyde, is weird, but I decide not to question Kevin's weird feelings towards certain people.

He does like to get attached.

I watch the two as she takes a sharpener from Kevin, compliments him on the design and drops the note. I can see my name pass by her lips, and Kevin glances back at me, eyes bright.

Like Craig, he reads the note and he seems to droop.

I can already guess his reply as it's passed down the desks, traveling table from table. Stan easily throws it on my desk, and it lands right atop the blank page of my geography book.

Slowly, I unfold the note and read Kevin's neatly written apology of being busy.

I sigh in disappointment, Red snickering at my misfortune as she sits back in her desk.

"Bless." She mocks, still snickering. I forcefully kick her chair, causing her to jump in her seat and yelp.

She's sent out the room, unable to tell on someone, and I smile triumphantly.

I don't even bother to scrawl a new message as I ask Mole to pass this note to Clyde. He grumbles at first, cursing some Greek God, but eventually passes it to the brunette sat in front of him.

Clyde seems shocked to be getting a note, his posture instantly changing. I watch the back of his head as I presume he's scribbling a reply.

He turns, meeting my gaze and smiling, giving the note to Mole who slams it on my desk.

The teacher turns, shouting Mole's real name which causes a string of French curse words, directed at said teacher, to leave his mouth. From the far corner of the room, Gregory and Estella laugh.

Clearly embarrassed, the teacher turns back around as I collect the note and read Clyde's scribble of a reply.

I beam in happiness.

I finally have someone to practice with.

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"Is it not illegal to be in a classroom without a teacher?" Clyde asks as I hold the door for him, signalling him to walk into the empty English classroom.

"I c-cannot tell if you're being serious of n-not." I say as Clyde walks past me, not even thanking me for being a gentleman and holding the door. "You're very welcome."

"Your voice is practically leaking with sarcasm Tweek." He laughs, a sound that I strangely want to hear more of. "You didn't even give me chance to say the words."

"Oh, yes, I f-forgot that you had to comprehend my f-first sentence then think of thanking me." I give Clyde a fake look of sympathy. "I'm sorry f-for thinking you intelligent Clyde."

After a few seconds of Clyde biting his lip, he realises what my words mean. "Hey! Don't be a bastard!" He hits me lightly, making me laugh as I shut the door behind us.

"Clyde, you're telling me not to be my, a-amazing, self. That's clearly not p-possible."

"You ass." Clyde pouts, though it transforms into a light laugh.

Ugh. Why do I like that laugh so much?

"Anyway," Clyde's laughing ceases, "aren't we supposed to be practicing?"

"'We'?" I quote, my voice light with humour. "I d-didn't know you were auditioning Clyde"

"Oh, hell yeah I am. I'm going for the lead!" He announces, striking a feminine pose. "Dorthy, I'm coming for your sweet, sweet ass!"

The pose added with his choice of wording equals me almost sputtering in laughter. The things Clyde says, they're so stupid yet so hilarious at the same time.

"You dork." I say simply, my laughter slowly disappearing. "Now, l-let's practice."

Passing him my extra copy of the script, I obtained another from Ms. Davis for Clyde so he can help me better, he flicks through it.

"Why are all the scripts printed on pink paper?" He inquires, peering at the script in thought.

"Why do you feel the n-need to ask dumb questions?" I joke, and he scoffs.

"Why do you feel the need to answer an un-dumb question with a dumb question?" Now, it's my turn to scoff.

"Why do you feel t-the need to make up a word to d-describe your clearly dumb question?"

"Why do you have to be an ass?"

"Why not?" Clyde's silent, probably thinking of another question to ask.

"Why aren't we already practicing?" He asks, seriously now as I laugh.

"Why not?" I repeat myself, causing him to glare at me.

"I'm being serious!"

"Same." He cringes, but stands up and clears his throat.

"Follow the yellow brick road?" he asks, in a high pitched, stereotypically girly voice. "Follow the yellow brick..? Well, now which way do we go?"

I shake my head, easily jumping into the role and confidently relying. "Pardon me. That was is a very nice way."

Clyde looks confused, but follows along anyway. "Who said that?" He asks, followed by a small silence. "Don't be silly, Toto. Scarecrows don't talk."

"It's pleasant don't that way, too." I reply, pointing it a random direction.

"That's funny." He says simply, faking a girly giggle afterwards. "Wasn't he pointing the other way?"

"Of course! People do go both ways!" At this line, Clyde snickers.

"True that Scarecrow. True that." He says between more snickers, obviously comparing this line with his sexuality.

I guess Clyde is bisexual.

You learn something new everyday.

"Clyde!" I complain, sighing at his interruption of the role.

"I was going to interrupt anyway, it's fine." He drags out the word 'fine', making the 'e' sound last longer than intended.

"Why i-interrupt?"

"Because your acting is so fucking good and I want to compliment you!" He exclaims, smiling brightly at me. "I swear, it's like I'm in the room with the Scarecrow."

"Thanks Clyde." I beam, blushing a little from the compliment. Compliments are nice, but from certain people, they just make you blush. "It's t-the same with you. I feel as i-if I'm in the same room as Dorothy."

Clyde laughs once more. I giggle. "Im coming for you Bebe." He announces, "in going to snatch that role of Dorothy."

"From Bebe?" I shake my head. Confusion swims in his brown orbs. "You'll be taking that role from Bridon Queermo."

Clyde's eyes widen, his mouth slightly open. "Well, fuck."

I laugh, but not at Clyde; with him.

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I forgot to mention the promise of more updates due to the chapters that I posted previously.

Also, I'll be deleting them to stop anyone else from stumbling up on them and shit.