Clyde and I had stood awkwardly, both watching the fight between Craig and Tweek in silence. There was a small crowd, and it was still gathered as the pair walked away. People had begun to murmur, all wondering about the fate of a relationship that wasn't theirs. Clyde then cleared his throat.

"Okay! Fights over! Dramas gone!" He began making shewing motions with his hands. "Go back to your lives!"

I sighed as the crowd slowly, but surely, thinned out. Clyde looked proud of himself from clearing it, and had an adorable, dorky smile on his face.

"I feel sorry for Craig." I say, folding my arms. Clyde tuts.

"I think you should feel sorry for Tweek." He points out matter of factly. "He was the one who was lied to."

"There was a reason for the lies." I reply simply, "it was only a small one to begin with. Tweek didn't need to be so bothered about it. I know you wouldn't."

Clyde coughs, awkwardly. "I would mind."

"But why? It's not like it would be me lying about kissing another person." Clyde raises an eyebrow. "I would never do that, do not even think I would."

He chuckles, then shrugs. "A lies a lie, Kev. It doesn't matter how big or small it is."

"That's what she said." I mumble, and Clyde nudges me playfully.

"Let's not be basic and cliche," Clyde begins, wrapping his arm around my waist. "We should stop discussing a relationship that isn't ours."

"I agree." I say, leaning into his touch, the groaning. "Why does it always feel awkward when you hold me?"

"Because you're a fucking giraffe." Clyde says, then let's go.

"It's not my fault, blame puberty."

"Curse you puberty!" Clyde shrieks, raising his hands into the air dramatically. "Curse you for giving my boyfriend a stupid grow spurt and keeping me a midget!"

"Clyde!" I gasp, slinging an arm around his shoulder and pulling him against me. "That word is offensive to short people. That's just like calling someone with an extra chromosome retarded."

"I have the right, it's fine." He stretches out the last word, and I giggle. "As long as PC Principle isn't around."

"I'll tell on you." I lean down to whisper in his ear, then press a small kiss to his beck. Clyde shivers and leans into me.

"Do it, I dare you." He taunts, spinningm around so he faces me.

"I don't have the heart." I admit, sighing. Clyde laughs triumphantly, tiptoeing to capture my lips with his.

The kiss is short and brief, but still amazing.

"Shouldn't we check on our friends?" Clyde asks, an eyebrow raised. I sigh, wrapping my arms around the shorter male's waist.

"It's the kind thing to do," I begin, pulling the brunette against me. "But I'd rather kiss you more."

"Ew, you're being cliche." Clyde laughs lightly, cupping my cheek.

"Stop complaining." I smile, kissing him once more. Clyde breaks the kiss.

"Seriously Kev, we should find our friends." I groan, but let go of him.

"Fine!" I complain, dragging out the word for emphasis. "They should be behind the curtain, with Ms. Davis."

As soon as the words leave my mouth, Ms. Davis draws said curtain and struts across the stage, humming.

"Never mind then." Clyde chuckles. "I'll go find Craig."

I'm about to walk off to were Craig could possibly be, but Clyde grabs my arm.

"He's my best friend." He whines, pouting. "I want to look for Craig. It would make more sense too."

"Oh, yeah." I say awkwardly. "That does make more sense. I'll go find Tweek."

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After about ten minuets of searching, I find Tweek behind the school. He's retreated to smoke with the goths, which seems to happen a lot.

"You seem to be making a habit of this." I point out, and Tweek shrugs me off. The curly haired goth hands him a cigarette, and he happily takes a drag. My nose crinkles up in disgust before I can stop myself.

"I don't want to talk to y-you." Tweek says simply, not looking up at me. "You lied to me."

"I.." I trail off, knowing that Tweek is 100% correct. "It's just.. Craig is extraordinarily talented Tweek."

After my words, Tweek's gaze snaps up to meet mine. They hold confusion. He stares at me strangely, an eyebrow raised.

"And my Star Wars figures were in the line." I hastily add.

"Gay." A single word falls from the mouth of one of the goths. His hair falls over his eye, and he continually flips it. It's dyed red at the roots.

"That's extremely ironic," the only girl of the group points out, flicking ash from her cigarette at Tweek. He glares at her. "You're the only one here who's screwing two guys."

The goth with the red in his hair glares at the female, causing the one in lipstick to snicker.

"Does sound very gay, K-Kevin." Tweek points out, standing up. "Especially the look in your eyes when you talk of his 'extraordinary talent'. But, like you Kevin, I'm also very gay. Which m-means I'd love to witness this talent, f-first hand."

I smile at Tweek, causing the curly haired goth to tut. "Your life plays out like a stupid Korean Drama."

Instantly, my eyes brighten at the words from his mouth.

"I love Koreans!" I exclaim, smiling brightly at the goth. He rolls his eyes. "I also love the dramas, they're just so intense ad brilliant and-"

Tweek latches onto my arm before I can continue, dragging me away from the Goth Kids.

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