The next day seemed to fly past, and when I eventually got home, I realised I had an urge to bake. Soon, I had created a whole mountain of biscuits! But my smile quickly fell. Without thinking, I'd cut them into little race cars.

Ever since we 'got together' I'd usually give Craig and his family some baking when I made anything, as I always accidentally make excess. I'm just worried there won't be enough! But then there's too much, and that stresses me out as well! So, since I bake so much for them anyway, for Valentine's day last year, I bought a race car cutter, and I made Craig biscuits with red icing. Craig's face completely lit up when he saw them. It made him so happy. He just loves the TV show red racer, so he's a sucker for those biscuits.

I smile at the thought of his happy grin. Well, I am meant to be flirting with him, right? And they're not painted red, so they're not too suspicious. The urge to go see Craig is just too strong. Before I can stop myself, some of the biscuits are in a box, and I've just rung the doorbell to Craig's house. Gah!

Craig opens the door, and I have no idea what the fuck to say. "Um h-hey, I-I made b-biscuits, and I-I made excess, and s-since we're neighbours, er, I th-thought maybe you g-guys would like some?" I said with worry. What the fuck am I doing! This is a weird thing to do! He's going to think I'm weird. Then he'll never like me, and I'll be stuck a girl forever!

"Oh, um, thanks. Do you, do you wanna come in for a bit?" he asked, cheeks red. Well, that went better than expected. He still might try to murder me or something though!

Craig made us both some coffee, and we sat at the table eating the biscuits. Craig looked like a dog with a bone. His tail was wagging at full speed, and he was looking at me in adoration, with full-on puppy eyes. I didn't know Craig was capable of showing so much emotion.

"These are really good." I notice he's not fanboying about Red Racer, as usual. He wants to seem cool. What a dork. Wait, I can totally use this to my advantage!

"Thanks, sorry about the car shape. I just really like this show called Red Racer. My parents got me the cutter a while back as a gift. I like to cut biscuits that way, I'm a bit of a fangirl in that sense," I said gingerly, scratching my neck. I'm not really lying. I do like Red Racer. I'm just not really telling the truth either. Craig's eyes light up like a lighthouse.

"You like Red Racer?" I nodded. The amount he's restraining himself is adorable. A little weird though. Craig's never like this around anybody; embarrassed, cute, desperate to please. It's weird.

Craig grabbed my hand, and the biscuits, and dragged me to the sofa. His hand in mine again feels so good. I missed this.

On the sofa, over a period of time, I slid closer to Craig, until I was laying against him. Head on his chest. Where I usually am. It feels good to be back. I couldn't help but feel slightly guilty. Craig doesn't seem to mind though. It really didn't feel like usual though. Craig wasn't being an asshole, and the way he was holding me was different somehow. More nervous. I wished things could just be normal again.

After watching Red Racer, Craig played some video games, while I watched. It's something I really enjoy doing. Don't get me wrong, it's fun to play sometimes. But I prefer to watch and talk to Craig. It's much more relaxing, and way less pressure.

I ended up staying for dinner. I used my knowledge from the past to effectively get on with all the Tuckers. With Craig's Dad, I talked about the recent game. Craig's Mom, about shopping, and then I gossiped a bit with Ruby. Craig looked very impressed, even if I do say so myself.

Craig then insisted that he walk me home. I told him that I literally lived across the street, but he was having none of it and insisted it was too dark to be alone. I was very touched. At my house, Craig asked for my number, in a pretty blunt way. I smiled and recited it with ease.

I eventually fell asleep, feeling a lot happier. I know this will all end in disaster, but all the more reason to really enjoy the limited time I have with Craig left.

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When school ended, I tentatively walked up to Stan. I forced myself to remember what Tee had told me yesterday. Stan is confused, and he needs some help. I can't be a lame super best friend and let him down. I've chickened out of talking to him all day. I'm just really scared. I don't think I'm ready for a change in my relationship with Stan. I was much happier ignoring my feelings, and encouraging him to get back with Wendy.

"Hey dude," I said, more to the ground than Stan.

"Hey Kyle," he replied quietly.

"Wanna, come over to mine?" I asked. This is awkward. It's really awkward. Things aren't meant to be awkward with Stan. This is what I was worried would happen.

"Can we go to mine instead? I need to look after Sparky," he replied, lacking his usual lustre. I nodded. We were completely silent the whole way home. I was too scared to even look at him. Once we reached his house, we went straight to his room. Usually, I feel so comfortable here with Stan. Currently, it feels like I'm drowning in a vast, cold ocean, compared to having a nice hot bath.

"So, um, are you doing alright dude?" I eventually asked.

"You're asking if I'm alright after you ignored and ran away from me for a whole two days?" I didn't respond. "We're meant to be best friends Kyle. Super best friends. You abandoned me when I needed you!" I stared at Stan in shock. He has done the same to me in the past. But calling him a hypocrite probably won't help right now.

"I, I'm sorry. I was just scared and confused. I'm here now!" Stan was quiet for a minute.

"That's okay. Sorry for lashing out there. That makes sense, I've been feeling the same. Don't worry, we'll get rid of it," said Stan.

"Get rid of what?" I replied, with no idea what Stan meant. What is he talking about?

"The Asians turned us gay Kyle! That's what Kenny and my Dad said!" I burst out laughing. I felt relief more than anything. This is probably why he's been acting so strange.

"Hahaha, dude. You've been taking advice from Randy and Kenny?" I replied chuckling to myself. "I'm sorry, I should have talked to you from the beginning. Stan, it's just fanart. It's the fantasies of Asian girls. No one's turned anyone gay."

"Kyle, that's just stupid." I'm the stupid one here? "If that's true, then why do I feel so weird around you? Why did I throw up? Why do I feel the same way about you that I used to feel about Wendy, except stronger?" Stan said, and I lit up like Rudolph's nose.

"Um, Stan, if you feel that way, it's because you're genuinely attracted to me. Not because of the Asians."

"What? No, don't be ridiculous Kyle! I'd never actually like you! That would be gross! This is fake! It's their weird Asian magic! It'll wear off, or we can threaten them and make them take it off or something!" he said sounding desperate. Tears started to sting my eyes. Is the idea of liking me really so horrible to him?

"It's not fake Stan! That's how you actually feel!" I yelled at him.

"No, it's not Kyle, it is fake! I could never love you! Not in that way." I didn't want to hear any more.

I ran out his house and back to mine. I sat on my bed hugging my knees and crying. Fucking asshole. How is anything ever going to be okay again? After a while of worrying, I don't even change my clothes. I just close my eyes, and will the sweet release of unconsciousness to take me away from reality.

Xxx

I walked to school with a happy smile plastered on my face. Craig had sent me about 10 messages, since yesterday evening, which I only got this morning. It made me inexplicably happy. Usually, he always answers me or sends me the odd text from time to time. But he doesn't bombard me. Maybe it was a little much, but I was loving the attention.

At school, however, things weren't good at all.

"Kyle, I don't even get why you're so pissed off!" Stan yelled angrily at the ginger.

"Oh sorry, I guess I just didn't get that you were this fucking dense Stan!" Kyle shouted back, sarcastically.

"Look, dude, just tell me what the issue is!" Kyle went red. I honestly couldn't tell if from anger or embarrassment. Probably a mixture.

"What's the issue?" yelled Kyle. "The issue is you find the idea of being in love with me repulsive and I don't think the same about you." Kyle then stormed off around a corner, while Stan stood there looking perplexed. I don't think he quite understood Kyle's wording until it was too late, and Kyle was gone.

"Kyle? Kyle. Kyle!" yelled Stan sprinting towards the corner his friend had disappeared around. The crowd that had gathered around them looked stunned. Sad. Yet again, deja vu spread over me. I hope they make up soon. The whole town is going to be depressed until they do. But more than that, it's just depressing when Stan and Kyle don't get along. You feel it yourself like something is terribly wrong.

At lunch, I finally managed to get Kyle alone. He seemed surprisingly fine. "H-Hey K-Kyle, you alright?" I asked, nervously.

He took in and let out a deep and long sigh. "Not really, but I'll get over it," he eventually replied. He'd been ignoring and avoiding Stan all day. The Asian girls had already started drawing depressed fanart. Unlike with Craig and me, no one really seemed to be the bag guy, but sympathies seemed to be with Kyle. To most people, it probably looks like Kyle loved Stan, but Stan didn't inside their 'relationship'.

"W-What happened?" I said twitching a little. Another sigh.

"Stan's convinced the Asians brainwashed him into being gay. He won't admit that he, that he likes me. In fact, he seems repulsed by the idea." Tears dotted his eyes. It was sad watching his strong façade crumble.

"H-He's just being stupid! He-He'll come around. You'll see," I said, confident about this. Kyle gave me a small, sad smile. He then appeared to see something over my shoulder and smirked.

"Thanks, Tee, I think I'll be going now," he said, as he got up and left. I turned around in confusion, only to see Craig.

"Hey, um Tee?" Is Craig nervous?

"Yeah Craig?" I said giving him a large smile.

"Do you, maybe, want to go to the movies, with me sometime? Maybe, tomorrow afternoon?" he asked, monotone, as usual, eyes stuck to the floor. I couldn't help but almost start giggling.

"Like on a date?" I asked it's fun to see him squirm.

"No, that would be stupid!" small pause. "I mean, yes, that is what I meant." That time I actually did start giggling.

"I-I'd love to Craig." A warm happy feeling just wouldn't leave my chest. Underneath it, however, I felt a stabbing guilt. This is a lie. I'm just using Craig here. I mean, I don't really have a choice. But it still feels wrong.

Xxx

Hey guys~ If any Americans are confused by the way I'm using the word biscuit, in Britain we call Oreos and custard creams biscuits, not cookies (actually we just call Oreos Oreos, but I couldn't think of a different example, and I don't even think Americans have even heard of custard creams - you guys are missing out btw). Cookies are biscuits with chocolate chips in them.

I'm sorry, there's only so far my translation into American will go! I will change Mum to Mom, but I will not call a biscuit a cookie when it's a biscuit! And yes, I know Tee is American and will think in terms of cookies, not biscuits. But it's against my moral code to mislabel biscuits! You guys think biscuits are kind of like scones, and that just perplexes me on at least three levels! (I sound crazy, but nevermind).

Anyways, vote if you enjoyed, comments appreciated, as are requests, and have an awesome day guys~