I stood there. I stared at the twitchy blonde before me. I heard the words in my head again, 'I love you, Craig.'

Sure, we've talked. No, we weren't friends. I almost never talk to this kid. I barely remember his name.

But apparently he loves me.

I think about it, sure. What it's like to has someone to love you. To love someone.

"I'm straight. Plus, I wouldn't date you even if you were a girl," I said. I didn't mean for it to sound that cold. It did though. Oh, well.

---Tweek's pov---

"-I wouldn't date you if you were a girl," he said scoffing. He turned around and left then.

I knew this would happen. I knew he wouldn't love me, who would? I watch him walk away from the coffee shop. He had walked in during my shift for a black coffee, but I caught him on his way out. Where I told him I loved him, where he rejected me, where I finally realized how cold it was outside.

I felt numb on the inside. As if I thought he actually love me, or at least look me or give me a chance.

I should've known he wouldn't.

Look at me. Messy blonde hair, ugly puke green eyes. I can't even be just normal. I have to twitch and spaz. I have to drink coffee. I'm too short and too skinny. Why would anyone love me? Not even my parents love me. They don't even know I'm gay either. I figure they'll be even more upset that I'm even more screwed up. I have horrendous bags under my eyes. I wish I was normal.

The next time I saw Craig, he had a girl hanging on him. Bebe. Her pretty, curly blonde hair. She's even taller than me. She's got a nice body and a pretty face. Her blue eyes are "full of life." Her skin has no flaws and is perfect.

Craig saw me too. He glanced in my direction. Like you do when you drive by a car wreak. He stared as he walked by. Looking at my messed up clothes and sloppy hair. My short unattractive stature and the bags under my clouded eyes.

He stopped walking with Bebe. He walked over to me. He stood in front of me. Like a god in front of a peasant.

He had perfect, pale skin. Silky black raven locks, mostly covered by his blue hat. His grey-blue eyes that drowned in emotions, unlike his stoic expression. He was tall, taller than almost everybody and strong. He could defend himself and the girl he "claims." He was well-built, muscular, yet slim. He was the boy all the other boys wanted to be, and the boy all the girls want to be with. He's perfect.

He stood in front of me. I stood in front of him. We both just stared at each other.

"Hey, what are you staring at?" He asked. I stared at him, he was talking to me. Talking like he didn't remember what I did yesterday.

I shake my head 'no.' He just shrugs at me. I don't think I have the right to let my voice fall upon his ears anymore.

"What's up?" He says. Why is he even trying to talk to me. Bebe is coming over here anyway. He'll laugh and walk away with her.

Just before she get over here, he steps even closer to me and grabs my chin. He raises my head and he gently places his lips on mine.

I stare at his face, he stares back at me. My arms stay limp at my sides. He pulls away from me.

"I love you, Tweek," Craig says the same way I did.

He turns to Bebe, who's just staring at him. I step forward, and pull Craig's face down to mine and comedy put lips again.

I pull away and whisper, "I love you too, Craig."