I was rudely jolted out of my dreams when I tumbled from the bed, landing hard on my wooden floor. Due to their length, most of my legs remained propped upon the soft mattress, only my thighs hovering in the cold air. Shivering, I tried to cover them with the oversized shirt I wore for bed.

"Scott!" I hissed, attacking my best friend with my feet. He groaned, wildly lashing out at my feet while he pulled my blankets over his head.

"Shut up." He groaned while I continued my assault.

"No. You shoved me off my own bed!" I complain, and Scott just lashes out and manages to scratch my ankle. "Oh yes!" I moan, mimicking Mettaton Ex. "Fuel my masochistic needs Scott!"

This causes him to shoot up in bed. My covers gather at his lap, his freckled cheeks a flaming red. "Shut up!" He whines, embarrassment clear in his voice. "And get your disgusting feet away from me!"

"Get your disgusting body out of my bed." I tell him, leaning back on my hands. The shirt falls from my shoulder, exposing the bare flesh to Scott. His eyes glance over it.

"Fix your shirt." He mumbles, nibbling on his bottom lip. Braces gleam in the dim light of my room, and I can't help but smile confidently. I got my braces off a while ago, while Scott still holds the burden of his.

"Why?" I enquire, glancing at my own shoulder. There's nothing wrong with it, it's a nice shoulder.

"Because you look so much like your sister, it's confusing." Scott places his hands over the covers, pressing down into his lap as if trying to conceal something. His cheeks are even brighter than before, and my eyes widen.

"You haven't."

"I think I have."

"In my bed?"

"In your bed."

"Stand up." I command, fixing my shirt. Doing so allows me a quick whiff of the scent, and I mentally sigh that Clyde's smell is leaving the fabric.

"No! That's embarrassing! I have a boner!" He hisses the last part, lowering his voice. My parents and Esther are in rooms on this exact floor, and he clearly doesn't want them bursting in while he's the way he is.

"In my bed!!" My shout becomes a whine, and Scott shoves my feet from the bed with his left hand. His other is still pressed down on his crotch.

My heels hit the cold, wooden floor harshly. I grimace at the dull pain, stumbling into a stance.

"Stop pressing on it! You'll cause friction! If you ejaculate on my sheets, I will destroy you!" I threaten, pointing an accusing finger at my best friend.

"Kevin!" He whimpers, cheeks still blazing. "Don't say that so loud!"

"Then get up!" I reach forward to tug the sheets from the brunette's grasp, but his grip is firm.

"You'll see my dick." He whines once more. I shrug.

"Only the outline."

"Still!" Scott's face is so red, you can't even see his freckles. In all honesty, I'm surprised he still has blood in his veins with all that has ran to his cheeks and lower region.

"Ju-"

I don't get chance to finish my sentence, as the door to my room bursts open. The inside handle slams into my wall, causing me to cringe. If there's a dent, dad will freak.

"Can you both shut the fuck up?" My twin sister Esther is stood at the door. Curlers are present in her hair, contrasting greatly to the dark locks. She supports a terrifying face mask and holds my door handle in a vice like grip. If this was a cartoon, she'd be fuming at the nostrils.

Scott squeaks, and I grimace.

"You look gross." I tell her, and she just rolls her eyes.

"You don't look so great either." She replies, leaving the room with an awful door slam. The grin on Scott's face is terrifying yet attractive.

Three words which can easily describe Scott Malkinson, especially since he hit puberty. Once what once a pudgy face transformed into high cheek bones and a killer jawline. Scott lost more weight in his face than body wise, but he still remains on the slimmer side. Although, he does posses some great thighs.

"Did you see how good she looked just now?" Scott sighed dreamily, still pressing down on my blanket. I eyed his crotch wearily, really not wanting him to ruin my bedsheets before school.

"No, I didn't. Probably because she's my sister!" I then rip the blanket from Scott, and he screams, a blood curdling one.

Hurriedly, I slap my hand over his mouth. If Esther comes into the room again, she won't hesitate to force us to shut up. Whether it's getting cotton wool shoved in our mouths or getting smacked with unusually hard pillows, she'll get us to shut up with force.

I lean close to Scott, hand clamped over his mouth and eyes locked with his, blue meeting brown. He flushes once more at our closeness, and tries to free himself of my impromptu gag. He decides that licking will be the best bet, assaulting my hand with his tongue.

"Ew!" I cringe, letting go. I sit back on my knees in front of him, whipping his spit from my hand against his shirt.

"I hate how you look so much like Esther." He grumbles, covering his crotch with his hands. I laugh, feeling slightly bad for the blushing boy.

"Stop being cute Scott, and go deal with your problem."

****

Scott and I get to school extremely early. As always. Being the complete dorks we are, we get to school early to ensure we have no homework due. Then, we spend the rest of the time in the library with our friends.

We enter the school library together, giggling over a terrible pun Scott made. There's only two other students in the room, those two being the other half of our friendship group.

The first person hunched over a book is Lisa Burger. Supporting a horrible, spilt ended hairstyle and glasses too big for her face, she's the only female of our group. She's curved, puberty transferring her chub to her thighs and breasts soon after she turned 14. Pimples decorate her face, one especially prominent of her pig like nose. While she isn't the most attractive girl in the school, she by far has one of the sweetest and kindest personalities.

Well, that is until she gets online and photoshops everyone she despises into ridicules positions to spread rumours.

The second person writing in a notebook is our friend, 'Craig'. No, not Craig Tucker. In all honesty, I'm not entirely sure the boy sat beside Lisa is actually called 'Craig'. I stumbled upon the teen while stalking Clyde, only to see that he was stalking Craig Tucker.

The boy tries his best to completely resemble the teen. He'd dyed his once red hair a jet black, hiding the bulk of it with a hat similar to Craig's. However, 'Craig's' hat was a tad big for him, and it had a habit of slipping over his eyes. 'Craig' was short, unlike Craig Tucker, and possessed the cutest face I'd ever seen on a person other than Clyde. His eyes where round and brown, although he'd bought contacts to mimic Craig's grey eyes but was too scared to actually put them in.

My friendship circle may be small and filled with people others considered 'lame' and 'weird', but I didn't care.

"Hi guys." Scott greets, falling into one of the chairs across from 'Craig'. I slide beside Scott, stretching out my legs. Accidentally, I brush Lisa's bare leg with my foot, and she yells.

"Calm down, Lisa." I say, my ear ringing from said scream. Scott is snickering beside me as she throws the book toward me.

"Consent is important, Kevin!" She sniffs, rubbing her sleeve against her nose.

"It was an accident!"

"I highly doubt Kevin would want to touch you, Lisa." 'Craig' mumbles, still writing down in his note book. Lisa looks at the short teen sadly, having a slight crush on him.

In some ways, I feel bad for her. 'Craig' is extremely disgusted, disturbed and offended that Lisa is the first girl to have a crush on him. When she confessed, he screamed and ran off. He then hid behind Scott for most of the day, hat covering his eyes whenever Lisa got close.

I guess that phase from 'Craig' has passed, as he no longer screams when she's near or hides behind the blue fabric. However, he'll still make sly comments about her.

"Aw, c'mon 'Craig'." Scott says, clearly sympathetic for the only female in the friend group. "Don't be so mean."

'Craig' just shrugs, ignoring Scott's words and putting all his attention into the notebook. Instead of an awkward silence ensuing (as Lisa's eyes are quite glassy and wet), I decide to ask 'Craig' what he's writing.

"What's that you're writing, 'Craig'?" I prop my head up against my palm while asking, gaze glued to the neatly scrawled words in said book. 'Craig' grins, eyes twinkling as he puts down his pen.

"It's a fanfiction." He says happily, throwing his arms up into the air upon the reveal. "The Asian girls requested me to write them one on Tweek and Craig, and of course I'd carry out with it."

The names of 'Craig's' obsessions are said so gently and softly, that I wouldn't be surprised if he was in love with both Craig and Tweek. In all honesty, 'Craig' probably is. Like me, he stalks them daily.

Just how I stalk Clyde, and I'm very in love with him. Yet, I don't think 'Craig' has gone as far as I have to steal from his obsessions.

"Can you read a line out?" Scott asks, head tilted to the side cutely.

"Okay!" ''Craig' clears his throat, picking up the notebook. "Tweek carelessly swiped his hand over the teacher's desk, all of the equipment scattering upon the floor. Forcefully, he pressed his lips against Craig's. Without breaking the kiss, Tweek had positioned Craig over the desk and climbed atop of the dark haired male. Their kiss was hot, heated and very wet. Tweek felt Craig nip against his bottom lip, practically begging for entrance to the others mouth. Smirking-"

"I think we've heard enough!" Lisa squeaks, a bright pink as she hides her face in her hands.

" I think you haven't. It gets so much better!" 'Craig' exclaims, happy he got to read but annoyed he was interrupted.

Scott clears his throat, blushing also. I laugh at how awkward my two friends are when hearing about kissing and such, finding it very cute.

"The girls are going to be annoyed." I tell 'Craig', and he just raises an eyebrow. "They're not fans of a dominant Tweek."

"Then they can throw theirselves off of a bridge, because dominant Tweek is my everything." I grin at Craig, agreeing with his idea of Tweek topping more often than Craig.

"I agree with you on so many levels." I tell him, and he smiles at me. His hat falls over his eyes in that moment, and he groans although he looks especially adorable like that.

"I hate how big this is." He grumbles. "But I'll never part with it, as I want to be just like Craig. He's so cool. Pretending that he doesn't care about anything, but we all know how much he actually cares for Tweek and Clyde."

The mention of his name, causes my heart to leap. "Someone should tell my baby that." I sigh, imaging Clyde's reaction if he realised Craig actually cares about him. "I'm sure Clyde is convinced that Craig finds him annoying."

"I heard him on the phone to Tweek once, saying he was actually concerned for Clyde because Bebe spoke of possibly breaking up with him." 'Craig' informs me, and I instantly feel annoyed.

Why on earth, would you want to break up with someone like Clyde Donavon? He's attractive, with a killer personality and possesses a load of adorable mannerisms. For example, his tongue poking out while he concentrated or the way he cupped his hands and covered his face when someone embarrassed him. Which was rare, so it made said action special.

"If she hurts him, I'll attack her." I tell 'Craig', and Scott awkwardly laughs. "I'm not joking."

His laughter stops, and he places a hand on my shoulder. "Kevin, no. You will not go to prison, as you're far too pretty for it."

"Aw, you think I'm pretty?"

"Shut up." Scott flushes, and I giggle. His hand is still on my shoulder.

"If you end up killing Bebe, I'll help you bury her. We could do it under your mum's flower bed." 'Craig' offers, and I thank him.

"Please don't plan a murder while I'm in ear shot." Lisa whines, crossing her arms. 'Craig' rolls his eyes, and I grin at her.

"Don't worry Lisa, we won't frame you." I lie. To be completely honest, I would totally frame Lisa. People would believe it, as we could just tell them she was jealous of Bebe's popularity and confidence.

Lisa and Bebe were practically the same weight and height, and if Lisa tried she could be passable as attractive. Lisa could be like Bebe, over confident with enough spunk and sass to not be deemed annoying but only entertaining. But she wasn't, which meant she hung out with us and received grief from 'Craig' most of the time.

In another world, she could've been Clyde's girlfriend instead of Bebe.

Just the thought it oddly disturbing, so I quickly wipe it from my brain.

"We definitely wouldn't." 'Craig' comments also, brown eyes gleaming. Lisa's bottom lip quivers, and Scott reaches over and pats her hand.

Mistake on his part.

"Scott!" She shrieks, retracting her hand swiftly and nursing it. Scott is clearly offended, starting down at his hand.

"I don't have a disease, do I?" He asks, and I shake my head.

"Well, since you just touched her, you do now." 'Craig' says, eyes looking up at the clock. He places his notebook in his bag.

"Don't worry Scott, I wouldn't scream if you touched me." I wrap my arm around his shoulder as he still stares down at his hand, eyes brows furrowed.

"Being the freak that you are," Lisa starts, clearly eluding to my stalking hobby. "You'd probably moan in ecstasy."

I shrug, not even denying her claims. It's surprising how she spoke out to offend me, as she usually remains quiet. To be completely honest, she mostly hangs around with us to not be considered a loner.

"That's so painfully true it hurts." I tell her, leaning into Scott. He's no longer staring at his hand, but leaning into me also.

It's moments like this that I realise I really love Scott, and I'm so happy he became my best, and closest, friend.

Lisa opens her mouth to speak, only be interrupted by the bell.

"Hallelujah!" 'Craig' exclaims, and instantly stand up.

"All you sinners stand up!" Yanking Scott to his feet, he gives me a strange look. Then, realises.

"Panic! At The Disco?" I nod enthusiastically, and he smiles.

Singing, horribly off tune might I add, we both make our way to period 1.

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I kinda just wanted to introduce Kevin's friends and stuff

I don't know, but I had so much fun writing for background characters

Also, 'Craig' is not an OC. He's an actual character from the show, and has a blue hat with a yellow rim on it. You've probably seen him