---Tweek's pov---

I'm acting like a girl right now. I don't mean to.

It's just, I'm certain he doesn't like me like that. Then, he's going to leave me for some girl who's much more worth his time than me. Then I'll have to pretend I like that girl and then when they get married he'll ask me to be his best man and I wouldn't have the courage to say no, and then-

"Tweek? You okay now?" I hear Craig ask.

I nod slightly. I don't want to make Craig worried.

"I-I'm sorry," I whisper and move away from him.

I sit down on the couch a more than comfortable space away. Or at least I hope it was. Just in case I'll move over more.

Now we were basically sitting on opposite sides of the couch. Did I move to far? Does he think I'm mad at him? I'm not mad at him though!

I turned my gaze to my lap. I folded my hands together, my finger shaking and jerking as I twitched.

I focused on trying to stop twitching, but like normal, that didn't work.

I sighed and looked back up at the movie.