Craig decided he didn't want to leave me, but I didn't want him to stay. Not because I don't want to be near him, (because I didn't want my parents to find out) I just couldn't have him at my house right now.

But he said he wouldn't leave.

"W-Why not?" I ask. I need him to leave.

"Because of what Kenny said. I want to know if you're hurt," he states.

"I-I'm fine! N-Now please leave!" I shout.

(Don't find out how much of a freak I am, just leave now.)

"I'm not just going to leave you if you're hurt. We can talk about whatever it is if you want."

I don't want to talk about (how I don't believe you actually love me. How my parents beat me. How I'm a failure) it.

"I-I can't right n-now," I say, trying to convince him to leave.

"Why not?" He ask sounding slightly concerned.

"(Because my parents will be home soon and they can't know anyone was here) Because I j-just can't."

I look down at my shoes. (Just leave.)

I feel Craig's hand move my chin up to look at him, he gives me a soft, small smile, "Tweek, you can tell me anything. I'll always love you."

"-I'll always love you."

I stare at Craig as he looks back at me, still holding my chin up.

I place my hand on his shoulder and push myself into my tip toes, and he leans down a little bit to connect our lips.

I hear the door handle move.

"F-Fuck," I whisper. I grabs Craig's arm, "Follow m-me."

I run upstairs followed shortly by Craig, just as the door opens. I walk into my room and close the door quietly.

I turn to Craig, "W-We need to l-leave," I whisper to him. I walk over to the window and begin to open it.

"Wait-"

"Shh!" I whisper at him.

"What's going on?" He whispers to me.

"I'll explain in a m-minute, we n-need to leave. N-now," I say pushing the window completely open.