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A/N: by the way, they are in eighth grade in this. I don't think I ever mentioned this so here you go! ALSO PLEASE IGNORE HOW THEY ARE GETTING DRUNK AND SHIT WHEN THEY ARE SO YOUNG I WROTE THIS BEFORE I ESTABLISHED THEY WERE KIDS, OKAY? 😂 Just go with it....It's South Park, stuff like this happens...

Tweek

"Tweek and Craig"

My heart skipped a beat as frantic eyes from the crowd had all turned around to face me. It felt as if the loudness of the party had become silent all for this moment. I couldn't move. I couldn't breath!

"I-I...I...AHH!" I stuttered out.

"You don't have to, Tweek." Reassured Token, "It's fine."

I took a deep, shaky breath and thought about it. Maybe this could be a good thing? "N-No. I could...I could just use this time to talk to him. GAH!"

"Are you sure, fella? Craig is on the dance floor anyway, do you really want us to bring him over here so you can alone with him for a whole seven minutes in a dark closet?" Butters asked me comfortingly.

I sighed, "Yeah, it's fine."

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Before I knew it, closet doors were locked shut, leaving me and my arch enemy alone in a dark, empty closet for as long as seven minutes. I took a deep breath and turned to him standing next to me and took this as a chance to talk to him, despite how fucking drunk he looked. I personally thought it was stupid to be getting drunk in only eighth grade but I ignored it.

"Um...hey, Craig. Can we just take this time to talk?" I asked him hesitantly. I tried my best to make out his features in the dark. His usual blue hat was gone which revealed his dark hair. It was decently messy from being so drunk. This was actually the first time I had seen him without his hat on.

He didn't say anything. Instead, he stood there, staring at me, with a very red face. I awkwardly twitched as I asked, "Craig?"

Just then, Craig approached me and had thrown his arms around me, embracing me in his arms. I was so thrown off by the sudden close contact and stumbled backwards, hitting the wall behind me. "Nnagh! What the hell?" I shrieked.

His weight had overpowered me (due to him being much taller than I was) so I slid down to the ground, my back against the wall, with him on top of me.

"C-Craig!" I stuttered. "What are you doing?" After he did nothing but laugh, I continued: "How drunk ARE you?"

He lifted his face from my chest to look at me. "Hella." He answered with another laugh.

I wasn't use to this kind of contact. "Would you get off of me?" I nervously asked him. In response, Craig shook his head and held me tighter.

"No." He simply answered.

At this point, I had no idea what to do. My heart was beating so fast! Why was I so scared? ...Actually, I shouldn't be so surprised. Everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, scares me. It's the sad truth.

I sighed and continued to try and talk to him. "Craig, you hate me. Why are you doing this?"

Uh, because he's fucking drunk? Why did I have to ask?

"What? I could never hate you." He slurred on his words quite a bit and his breath reeked of alcohol.

"Yes! Yes, you do."

"Why would I hate you?" He looked back up at me again with clear confusion on his face.

I groaned. I guess he had had no memory of ever bullying me, which was probably a good thing right now. But I still decided to explain it to him for some odd reason. "Because you're a homophobe, Craig. You hate gays so you hate me."

Craig blinked twice, confused at what I had said. Then he bursted into a laughing fit. "I'm not a homophobe," He said. "I'm ultra gay!" My eyes widened in surprise at what he had just said. He put his face into the crook of my neck and continued to talk. "I love guys. They're so...so hot...and...sexy." He said while laughing.

Okay, who's idea was it to have alcohol at a middle school party?

But nonetheless, I was still very shocked at how he answered me. Craig is gay? I mean, he probably isn't. He's probably just really, really, really, really drunk and forgetting he's a homophobe. That or he is actually just closeted...could that be it? Ugh, I don't even know anymore! I would have to find out.

"No, you hate gays!" I complained, "You tell me and everyone else every day how much you hate them and how they are going to hell and all that. You tell me everyday how much I suck!" I explained. I figured that there was no use in saying this though. I had no idea what I was doing, for I did not act well under pressure.

He lifted his head up once more, this time with a big seductive smile. "You're gay too?"

Too? Maybe he really was gay. And I didn't know wether to be sympathetic or upset. It just made me confused more than anything.

I looked to the left, feeling embarrassed by his question. "Maybe."

He celebrated with a happy cheer. "Yay! I finally find another gay kid!"

I let out a very awkward and fake laugh. "Yay..."

Then without another word, Craig drew his face closer to mine and looked down at my lips. My heart skipped a beat as I soon caught on to what he was doing. Before he could do anything weird, I covered his mouth with my hand.

"GAH!" I screeched. "What the hell, Craig!" My face had been turning red at a fast pace.

He removed my hand from his mouth and held it. "Why are you freaking out? We're gay, aren't we?"

I couldn't believe how fucking drunk he was.

"Y-Yeah, but...you're drunk. It won't mean anything." I said the last part quietly. "And I know that when you're sober you'll just forget about all this and continue to harass me! I can't do this!" I explained. "And...And I don't want to kiss you! I hate you!"

He intertwined our fingers and looked me in the eye with a flirtatious smile. "Tweek, it's okay. I won't harass you, I think you're great. Actually, you're kinda cute...haha."

I think I was blushing to the max at this point. And he must be REALLY drunk if he actually thinks I'm cute! No one thinks I'm cute and I know I'm not.

He got close again, causing me to look at the ground, trying one last time to reject him. "Nngh...I hate you, Craig."

He placed a hand under my chin which forced me to look up into his eyes. And before I knew it, I was kissing the drunk idiot. We adjusted our positions so we could both be comfortable (not that I was actually comfortable with this in any way) and held each other close.

What the fuck?

WHAT THE EVER-LOVING FUCK!?

WHAT AM I I DOING!?

Am I actually sitting here, allowing a drunk asshole that harasses me every day and hates my guts KISS ME!?

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

I'm done. I'm done with this shit.

I pulled away first and looked down at the ground again. I felt as if I could die at any minute, I was so goddamn embarrassed! God! Anyone! Help me!

I groaned in defeat as he once again put our lips together. I couldn't shake the feeling that he was surprisingly a pretty damn good kisser. Not that I would know though because this is the first time I've ever actually kissed anyone. God dammit, did I really just have my first kiss with a DRUNK guy!? FUCK!

"Nngh!" I groaned through the kiss. I was so upset! Or was I? I really didn't know at this point. All I wanted was for this moment to end.

We remained like this until the time was up, by the way, and MAN did I regret it all.

"Okay, times up, love birds!" Said Kenny through the door. Craig had pulled away from me and looked to the door.

"Okay, coming!" He yelled back. He then turned back to me, causing my heart to skip a beat. "Well then, beautiful. See you for part two."

After giving me one last kiss on the forehead, he stood up and opened the doors, proudly walking outside as I stayed there in that same spot he had pushed me into. I was in denial.

I hugged my legs as I watched Craig vanish into the house. I couldn't move an inch of my body, I was so damn perplexed.

Craig...my bully...the one person at school who truly hates me...had just made out with me. He just made out with me! Actually, no. I just made out with him. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. Heck, I couldn't even breath! I was so in denial about...whatever had just happened that I literally couldn't do anything!

"Ummm Earth to Tweek?" Asked a familiar voice, waving their hand in front of my eyes.

I snapped out of it and looked up at my friends who had been kneeling down in front of me. I was caught off guard so I shrieked...kind of. I was still quite speechless so it came out all awkward and quiet.

"Are you okay, dude?" Asked Clyde, looking concerned.

I gulped, "I-I-I-I..." I stuttered. I don't know why, but I really couldn't get the words out! I never stutter!

"Oh, I get it." Said Kenny seductively. "You two made out, huh?" Butters had shot him a death glare, which caused Kenny to shrug. He sighed and looked back over to me.

"He didn't do anything bad to you, did he?" He asked with his head tilted.

Not wanting to answer the question. I stood up with my face flushed, "GAH! N-No! I just...I...I...don't...don't talk to me! AHH!" I ran out of the closet and into the party once more. I desperately ran to the front door, shoved it open, and ran outside. I found my way towards the outside of the house and leant against it, burying my face in my hands. It had been cold outside but I didn't notice. I was still really warm inside.

What just happened?

OOF that was cute. I hope I don't know any of you personally though because I know most of my friends are on Wattpad. If I do know you, please...never mention this to me or I will end you. This is too much cringe to bare and I should definitely rewrite it in the future.

Ummmmm yeah that just happened. Hope you enjoyed? 😂😂😂