"Nothing?" He repeats.

I nod and look at the ground again, "You know you can talk to me about whatever it is, right?"

I continue to stare at the ground, "Yeah. I-I know. Because w-we're friends."

"Yeah," he says.

(He probably feels uncomfortable about you liking him.) Who wouldn't?

I sigh.

"Tweek."

I don't look up, "W-What?"

"Tweek."

I stare at the ground still, did he not hear me? "Yeah?"

"Tweek," he says sounding frustrated.

"Y-yes?" I say a bit louder than the previous responses as I stare at my shoes.

"Would you look at me?" He demands more than asks. We both stop walking.

(Make him happy.)

I look up at him, "W-What?"

He just stares at me. I stare back at him fighting the urge to look away. (Don't say something stupid.)

"What a-are you doing?" I ask feeling my self twitch (like an ant under a magnifying glass.)

"Thinking," he says, still staring at me.

"About w-what?" I ask honesty curious.

"Someone," he says.

I want to know who... (But what if it's not me?) I don't want to know.

"O-oh," was the (stupid) reply I came up with.

Craig nods, "This person is nice. They're very sweet and kind. They have soft skin and are very beautiful," he says turning away from me.

He starts to walk forward and I follow slightly behind him.

"They are cute. Really cute."

"T-They are always t-there, and you d-don't feel lonely i-in their presence," I say.

Craig stops and nods, "Yeah," he pauses, "Do you have someone like that, Tweek?"

I nod (even though he's not looking at me), "Y-Yeah."

"That one girl who just lights up your life?" He asks.

(Say yes. Even if he doesn't realize it's a boy. That it's him. You've already tried telling him. You don't need his pity. You just need him in your life...)

"Tweek?" Craig asks turning back towards me.

I stare across the street.

"Who do you feel like that with?"

(You, idiot. Just notice already.)

"When..." He takes a deep breath, "When you said you loved me... Were you being serious?"

I look at the ground not saying anything.

"Did you really mean it? Or did you just say it because you could? Maybe you don't love me. Maybe-"

I stare directly at Craig, "Which do you want?"