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bobasheebaby · 5 years

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When the Bough Breaks (NS*W)- When Fairytales Break chapter 6

Pairing: Liam x MC; Bastien x MC

Word count: 2,285

Warnings: angst, cheating, fluff, smut

Summary: Everly and Bastien get caught up in each other while Liam is still away. Liam finally returns, and the paternity question is finally answered.

A/N: And we’re here! It’s all going to shit and I’m sorry, the next chapter will be worse! 🙈

Series warnings: dark, depression, feeling of being trapped, past cheating, cheating, may go NSFW. By asking to be tagged you acknowledge you are at least 18 years of age and can handle the content.

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Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, I’m borrowing them.

As the days slowly tick by I can’t help the worry I feel in the pit of my stomach. It grows with each passing day. Each day that my prince stays away and I get to be held in my knight’s arms should fill me with hope and love, but it only fills me with fear and dread. I fear that the results will only chain me to the reality that I already lead. I want to have hope, but it’s so hard when every choice has already been taken from me.

In my heart I believe that my sweet little bird belongs to my knight, the only man I could ever love. I’ve been mistaken before. I believed that the end of the social season would allow me to be with my knight in the open. Instead it trapped me in this gilded cage.

Many girls dream about the ornate life that I lead, a prince, a king to love them. The longer my prince stays away without a word to me I doubt even more that I ever had his heart to begin with. I kept telling myself that he loved me, I could do this. If it was just some elaborate trick to keep me from my knight I would feel shattered beyond repair.

I long to be free, to live the life that we dreamed in the gardens before we knew I was to be Queen. I know my knight has promised to fight for me, for us, to help me regain my freedom; I can’t help but fear that it’s far too late.

Everly carefully closed her journal, even with the days ticking closer to the moment of truth she found herself writing shorter entries. Even when she conveyed her fears for the future they all held a different tone than those on the pages speckled with run ink. She felt happier than she had in all the months since she’d become queen. Even if her future hung unknown above her, in the moments she spent with Bastien she felt happy and hopeful, a bit freer than she had in a long time.

Everly gazed out over the gardens, soft smile upon her lips. Maybe it can and will be okay. She gently rubbed her bump, receiving a kick to her hand. “Hello little bird.” She allowed herself to daydream once more, jumping as a knock on the door pulled her from thoughts. She crossed the living room, blissful smile etched on her face, her smile growing wider when she saw Bastien on the other side of the door. “I didn’t realize it was already time for the changing of the guard.” She teased, pulling him into the apartments.

“I told you this would happen.”

“Yeah, but do you regret becoming my night guard?”

“Absolutely not.” He said shutting and locking the door behind him.

“Good.” Her fingers wrapped around his tie, she gave it a gentle tug, bringing his lips to hers. Their lips met in a soft caress, she dropped his tie as she pulled away. “I’d hate to have to spend any of our time together convincing you.” She turned from him, her hand reaching behind her, slowly pulling down the zipper. She allowed the dress to slip off her shoulders, down her arms, fabric pooling around her feet. She stepped towards the bedroom, pausing as she looked over her shoulder. “I’d much rather spend the time with you in bed.”

Bastien crossed the room in three long strides, scooping her into his arms as she let out a playful shriek. “I agree, our time is much better spent in bed.” She nuzzled into his neck, humming in agreement as she playfully nipped above his collar. He carried her to the bed, setting her down on the edge.

Everly leaned back on her elbows. “You’re wearing way too much.”

“So are you.” He replied removing his suit jacket.

“Less than you.” She quipped sitting upright. She reached around unhooking her bra, her grass green eyes locked on stormy grey. She slipped the straps down her arms, slowly peeling her bra from her body, tossing to the side. “We’re still uneven.” She said, raking her eyes over his firm, toned chest. Her hands glided down over her hips, hooking in the waistband of her lace panties, she bit her lip, stilling her hands. “I think you need to even it up a little before these go.” Playful glint in her lust blown eyes.

Bastien let out a low guttural growl, the sound sending shockwaves through her, new desire pooling in her core. He kicked off his shoes and stripped off his pants, pausing when only his boxer briefs remained.

Everly couldn’t keep her eyes off of him. Her eyes traced down his firm tanned chest, scattered with dark chest hair, to the prominent bulge his boxer briefs barely contained. She raised her hips as she slowly slid her lace panties down her long legs.

Bastien pushed his boxer briefs down over his hips, his hardened length springing free from its confines. “Damn Evie, do you even know what you do to me?” He asked crawling next to her on the bed.

“Probably close to what you do to me.” She said pushing him back on the bed. She threw her leg across his lap, straddling his hips. She she locked eyes with him as she wrapped her fingers around his length. She lifted her hips, lining him up with her pooling center. She slowly sunk down on his thick length, moaning at the feel of her walls stretching around his thick cock. She rested her hands flat on his chest as she rolled her hips.

“Fuck Evie.” Bastien moaned, his hands coming to rest on her hips.

She kept her eyes locked on his as she raised her hips, swirling them as she sank back down. She kept working herself on his length, his hands guiding her as she continued to bounce on his thick cock.

Bastien became lost in her, the way her chest rose and fell as her breathing quickened, the way her body shone with a thin sheen of sweat. Her moans filled the air as he continued to guide her hips along his length as he thrust up into her. He slipped one hand between them, rubbing her sensitive bundle of nerves in smooth circles.

“Bas.” She gasped, fighting the urge to throw her head back as the pleasure grew. She raked her nails against his chest, her back arching as her walls began to flutter around his length. She screamed his name and as her walls clenched around his length, pleasure washing over her in waves. A few more thrusts, and he came groaning her name.

Everly collapsed next to him, her body curling into his side, resting her head on his chest. She smiled softly, everything felt freer, like they were heading in the right direction to free her of her shackles. Her eyes drifted closed as he traced soothing lines along her back. She felt perfectly content in that moment, her entire world contained in the bed. As she drifted off to sleep, she had one final thought, I can’t wait until we’re free.

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Everly woke to a gentle kisses on her neck. “Mmm. Good morning.” She sighed rolling into his arms. She felt comfortable and at peace wrapped in his warm embrace, a sense of calm overtaking her as she nuzzled her face into his chest. She had grown used to falling asleep in his arms and waking up with him still wrapped around her. It was like sleeping enveloped in a blanket of tranquility, a feeling she wasn’t ready to lose. She softly sighed in contentment as she placed feather soft kisses along his chest.

“Evie.” Bastien said receiving a hum in response. “Liam’s coming home.”

Everly sat straight up, eyes springing wide open. “What?” Her pulse quickened as she realized her time of true peace and happiness were meeting an abrupt end.

“He just texted me, he’ll be back early afternoon.”

Everly felt dizzy, like her world was spinning at breakneck speeds around her as she stood still. Her blissful life gone in an instant like a balloon that lost its air, sailing around the room until nothing but a limp shell remained. She blinked back tears. Hopefully it can be like this everyday soon. She wasn’t ready for it to end, she wanted more time, she wasn’t ready to lose him again.

“Evie.” Bastien gently tilted her head up till her eyes met his. “I’m not going anywhere, it’s just not going to be like it’s been. I’m still going to free you. Okay?” Everly nodded. “I love you and I’m not letting you go again, I promise.”

Everly forced a small smile. “Okay.” She glanced around the room. “Uhhh, I’ll have the maid change the sheets.”

Bastien leaned forward kissing her forehead. “I do have to go now, but I’m still fighting, please believe that.”

“I do.” She whispered, her heart felt like it was fractured into a million pieces. She didn’t want to have to go back to pretending with Liam, she couldn’t push down her feelings for Bastien again, even if it was only temporary. She was ready to be free to soar, she didn’t like feeling like the caged bird she was.

“Evie, he said he wants to see you in his study when he gets back.” Bastien said pulling on his pants.

Everly nodded, heart already shattered at the thought of seeing him and not being able to tell him how she felt. She laid back in the bed, barely registering when Bastien kissed her forehead once more before he left.

***

Everly approached Liam’s study, mind racing as to why he wanted to speak to her, and why not in their home. She stopped short when she saw the guard stationed outside the door wasn’t Bastien. She knew he had been put back on Liam’s detail since he finally returned, so she tried to make sense of why he wasn’t there. She forced a smile as she approached the guard.

“The King is waiting for you ma’am.” He said with a sharp bow.

“Thank you.” She stepped into the room shutting the door behind her. “You wanted to see me?” Why here? “I noticed Bastien wasn’t outside, I thought you pulled him from my detail since you were returning.”

“No welcome home, I missed you from my queen?”

“Liam, you were gone for more than two weeks. You didn’t call or text me the entire time you were gone, not even when I was hospitalized, so why would I greet you with a smile and a kiss?”

“Very well.” Liam replied, tight smile on his lips. “Bastien’s been…dismissed.”

Dismissed? What? Everly felt like she might be ill at the thought of never seeing him again. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go! Does he already know?

“Care to explain to me why I was informed my wife was having our child’s paternity tested?”

Everly’s face blanched, realization slowly setting in. No no no! This can’t be happening. “What were the results?” Her heart pounded in her chest. Was she Bastien’s? Is that why Liam was seething with anger? He said our child so maybe she’s his. Hot tears pricked at her eyes, this was not the life she wanted for her child, she wanted her child to be born free, never be held to impossible standards, never told how to behave and what was expected.

“That’s not an answer.” Liam growled. “Why did you feel the need to have our child tested?”

Everly shook with fear like a leaf shaking in the wind. She needed her knight and he was nowhere to be found. She was all alone, she had to tell him, come clean. Maybe he would finally listen, maybe he’d understand. “I couldn’t do it, I told you I couldn’t be Queen. But you wouldn’t listen.” She took a deep breath. “I fell in love with someone else, it was an accident, but you wouldn’t listen, no one would. You made me marry you.” Tears streamed freely down her face. “I gave him up, said a final goodbye the night before I became your queen, your trophy.” Her fingers nervously fiddled with the hem of her top. “There’s a chance she’s his.” She looked up, finally meeting his eyes. “Please tell me, what are the results?” I need to know.

Liam clenched and unclenched his jaw. “You think I married you for love? Love has nothing to do with ruling a country.” He pressed his hands against the large mahogany desk, results clenched in one fist. “I picked you because you’d make the best queen.”

Everly felt her heart drop. He never loved her? He only chose her because she was best? It seemed to only make things worse. Her breath caught in her chest, her heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vice, she couldn’t breathe. I could have been happy. She felt like her entire life was coming apart at the seams. At least when she thought he loved her she could pretend to be happy, but he never did, it was all pretend. She lost out on the love of her life because of a lie. She needed to know. “Is—is he?”

“As rulers you have to show strength and stability. A happy king and queen who at least seemed in love, with a heir, would only prove to strengthen Cordonia.” Liam pushed off of the desk, he straightened out the papers, slamming them on the desk. “Congratulations, you broke Cordonia.”

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your-nms-preferences · 5 years

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(in case tumblr ate it again) wakatoshikun finding cute little notes and tiny snacks and gifts from reader addressed to him on his desk and shoe locker and everywhere he goes and getting really flustered?

Sorry for taking so long to respond, and thank you for sending this in! I’ve been wanting to write for Wakatoshi for a while now, and I finally have a chance to do it!

The letter flew out of this locker as soon as he had wrenched it open. Twirling through the air, gracefully descending to the ground. After a few seconds of it dancing in front of him, it made a soft landing. Just on top of his shoe, sliding off of it and onto the panelled floors below.

Wakatoshi, after a few moment’s hesitation, picked up the piece of paper. Looking upon it curiously, focusing on the heart sticker that was used to seal it shut. Was this supposed to be a love letter? Probably not, he doubted anyone would be able to like the most feared student on Ikemen Academy’s campus. Then, if not that, then what the hell was it supposed to be?

He worked his fingernail under the flap, tearing it open. There sat a sticky note that was much too small to fill up the entirety of the space inside. Now he knew it wasn’t a letter which talked about someone’s undying love for him. Even though he knew it wasn’t going to be one, he still had some lingering disappointment inside.

He gingerly took it out, and began to read it. The handwriting looked rushed, barely even legible, as if the writer had to hurry while making this. But, he still somehow managed to read it, no matter how terrible the font was.

‘Are you sure you aren’t lost? Because this school is far away from heaven ;)’

He wanted to stop reading then and there. But, for the sake of satisfying his curiousity, he continued reading.

‘Sorry for that. Anyways, you haven’t met me, but I just think you’re pretty neat! I don’t get why so many people try to beat you up. I hope the rest of your day goes great, and you get a good night’s rest. Tomorrow, there’ll be a special surprise on your desk from me! Hopefully, none of your classmates steal it before you get to it. So make sure to get there fast!

- From, a special someone’

That was where the letter ended, leaving him to wonder about who this special someone was. Was it one of his classmates, or an underclassman he had never noticed before? But, the words in the letter were just so unbelievably sweet. Unlike the empty threats he received from punks who picked fights with him, reprimands he received for his behaviour, nor the forced kindness when someone, who was so obviously scared of him, talked to him.

He remembered the ‘surprise’ they had mentioned in the letter, and anticipation bubbled up inside of him. He began to look forward to the next day, and he just couldn’t wait for the hours to pass. But, maybe this was a prank, a trick to bring his hopes up. God, he hoped that wasn’t it.

But, when the morning came, and he was the first to enter the classroom. He saw something, sitting in the center of his desk. Just waiting for him to go and pick it up. So, he bolted over to it as if his life depended on it, and swept it into his hand. Where another sticky note was placed on top of the gift.

‘Good morning! Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and I don’t really ever see you grabbing a bite in the morning. I know this isn’t the best thing ever, but it was all I had time for! I’ll grab you something better next time, I promise!

- From, a special someone’

Peeling back the note, he saw that it was just a simple pack of melon bread. And he could feel his heart warm up, and he had the sudden overwhelming urge to protect the sender of the letter with his very life. But, internally, there was a lingering doubt that there would ever be a next time. This was just a one time thing, where someone had pitied him so much that they had to give him something nice before they took it away from him.

Then it happened again. And again. And again. And again. And again.

After a while of being showered in gifts, snacks, and sticky notes filled with the sweetest words he had ever read, he realized that this wouldn’t stop. How could someone be this kind? To go out of their way to buy some food at the convenience store for him, taking time out of their day to write such delightful letters, even buying full on gifts for him. Bandages decorated with cartoon characters- they even managed to get ahold of the limited edition Pyo-kun ones- and even mini stuffed animals.

All of this, and he didn’t even know their name. He’d probably never seen their face, unless they were someone he knew, and they were just that damn good at hiding their identity. Maybe it was someone who never stood out to him in the crowds at school. He was just dying to know who it was, so he could thank them repeatedly for all they did for him.

That’s why he took things into his own hands, and trespassed into his classroom to pull an all-nighter. Which, believe it or not, wasn’t the worst thing he had done within the three years he had attended the academy. Hopefully, they wouldn’t be scared off when they entered the classroom and saw him looking like a hot mess from a horror movie.

The hours of the night drifted by, with him struggling to stay awake with every passing second. It was like there was lead inside his skull and it was pulling him down, tempting him to just flop on the floor, and fall asleep. But, if he did that, then the point of coming here in the first place would be defeated.

Just when he was on the verge of slipping into unconciousness, yawn after yawn escaping his mouth, he heard the door to the class slide open. He turned his head to the side, scrambling up from the floor, and trying to face the intruder properly. With a sheet of drowsiness slipping over his mind, he was barely able to hold himself up. But he managed, his eyes focusing on the person frozen in front of him.

And he saw you, gazing at him in shock with your mouth agape. In your hands was a full bento box, the meal you had planned for him on that day. While you stared at him with an expression of utmost shock.

Sleepily, he began to speak. “So, uhm.. You’re the one that’s behind all this.” His words were quiet, just barely above a whisper, and they were slowed. What else would you expect from someone who was running on just a few hours of sleep? After a moment’s silence on your end, he hoped that he wasn’t scaring you. Was he glaring at you, something about the way he looked? He really didn’t want to make the person who had been spoiling him run away.

You shifted your position, straightening yourself out. “Yep, that’s me!” You affirmed with a bright smile and a nod. “Sorry for hiding from you for so long, I kind of chickened out. I wanted to meet you, I really did! But I just couldn’t find enough courage to..”

You trailed off, looking to the side to avoid his gaze. He would have considered himself blessed if he got to meet you sooner, but thank heavens he got to do it now. Boy, you were even cuter than how you made yourself seem in the notes.

“A-Anyways! You’re here now, and I’m here too! So I guess I should give you the proper greeting you’ve been waiting for all this time.” You laughed awkwardly, scratching your cheek. Before holding out you hand for him to shake. “Hi! My name is {Y/N} {L/N}! The stranger, well not so much of a stranger anymore, who was sending you all these things all this time! Nice to finally meet you, Wakatoshi-senpai!”

A blush ran across his face, and he prayed that you wouldn’t be able to see it in the dark. He took your hand, a shaky smile creeping up onto his face. He held onto it a bit longer than expected, but let go once he saw how long he had been holding your hand for. He cleared his throat, scratching the back of his head. How did you talk to the person who had been pampering you with presents for months now? It was a hard question to answer.

“Ah- Um!” He spluttered out, trying to start some kind of conversation. “W-Well, ya give me no choice. How can I repay you? Can I buy you something, t-take you out somewhere? Or should I pull the same shtick as you and give you notes n’gifts in return? I r-really don’t know what to say, nobody’s really done this kind of thing for me before so..”

You hummed in reply, shaking your head at his suggestions. “Silly, you don’t have to give me anything in return! I just felt like it! And, you deserve a break from all the fights you get into. Unlike the punches people throw at you, it doesn’t hurt to receive something nice, and it doesn’t hurt me to give them to you!”

He choked on nothing, just too flustered by your words. He swore that this was all a dream, he probably just fell asleep, and you were just someone his mind thought up of. Just to make sure, he pinched his wrist. Biting his lip when he actually felt pain from it. That confirmed this was reality. It just felt like a dream.

“N-No, there’s gotta be somethin’ I can do for ya! I can’t just walk away from this and ignore all you’ve done!” He protested.

You blinked at his offer, tapping your index finger to your chin. “Why don’t we share this bento box I made! I mean, there’s only one pair of chopsticks, but..” You twirled the wooden utensils in your hand.

“That’s it? I don’t mind doin’t that.” He said, sitting down in one of the desks backwards, his chest leaning against the back of the chair. “Come on, let’s eat before class starts. Sensei will lose his mind if he sees us.”

With that, you practically skipped over to the desk, sitting directly across from him. Opening the box and feeding him the first bite, beaming all the while Wakatoshi tried to avert his gaze. Attempting to hide his obvious blush from you.

Kyouya sensei wasn’t all too mad when he caught you two in his classroom, fast asleep, and together in your own little world.

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hometown-kids-blog · 6 years

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Sleepless - Craig Tucker/Tweek Tweak (CH. 2)

Chapter: 2/?

Word Count: 1689

Pairings: Craig Tucker/Tweek Tweak

Characters: Craig Tucker, Tweek Tweak, (Mentions) Clyde Donovan, Eric Cartman

Warnings: Angst, Mention of Chemicals and Physical deformity(ish,,)

Chapter Summary: Craig and Tweek decides to build a pillow fort.

AN: I only got to like 1500 words on this one. I was originally going to make this at least 2000 but no matter. Hope this was a good chapter so far. I wanted to add more on QAQ

Pillow Forts || Chapter 2

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"Maybe we should make a sleepover, like the good times?

We both sat, leaning on the pillow pile we had created within our room fort. Bed sheets littered the room, attached to my bed and chairs plus desks around the room.

Soft blankets consumed the ground for better comfort, and the amazig pile of pillows that we both used as a bean bag or a bed to lay on.

"Sure."

My words lacked excitement but he had not seemed bothered by it. "We could play games and get a ton of junk food," He paused his sentence and seemed to shift around the pillows.

We laid vertically from each other. Only our heads side by side.

I tilt my head to the left to see his own green eyes, the middle and trimming of it exploding with a warm coffee brown color. They stared hopefully back at mine.

We stood this way for what seemed like an eternity. At first this moment felt so calming, soothing, but as tie flew and we just sat this way both of us unsure what to do, it became awkward.

"I- uhm..." My mouth couldn't form anything to talk about and I began muttering ut stuttering words. He had seemed to as well become uncomfortable and gripped his jacket sleeve. His eyes fluttered to different directions but always gluing back onto mine after some time.

As if abruptly out of nowhere, he spoke, "Y-your eyes are really interesting."

My eyebrows furrow together in confusion and I seem to frown a bit. "What do you mean?" It came out more angered on accident and I see the messy blonde tense up from it. "Gah-! I mean l-like a compliment, like, uh like It's pretty how-" He reached over to my left eye as if to touch it to see if what he saw was real before he protested.

I didn't budge, I was somehow okay about this. "your right eye is so blue, but your other eye is much... lighter?"

His hand swapped to my right eye, staring at my lighter one so interested in it's difference. I look down and close my eyes, thinking of a response. How do you respond to something like that..?

Soon after I close my eyes, I felt the warmth of his hand fade away. "I never really notice it when I was younger. Guess it never bothered me, you uhm eye colors." I look back at him with a blank look. "I didn't have it back then."

I saw him shoot his head up and stare at me with confusion. "What?"

"In Middle School, I got some shit- chemicals in my eyes, mostly in my left eye. I was blind for several months but I've gained my vision overtime. Things are still blurry but it's honestly nothing to worry about."

I saw the great concern in his wide eyes. "C-craig... why didn't you ever, ngh, ever told me about th-this?" He shot up from where he was laying at and stared down at me.

I shrug and propped myself up with an elbow to be able to see him better. There was silence and ponder from the boy before he whispered, "Is that the real reason why you never showed up through middle school?"

I kept my eyes on the floor not saying anything and changing the subject. "I'm going to go grab more soda."

"N-no. Craig. Answer me p-please."

He grabbed my wrist pulling me back down to sit in front of him.

"Why... why did you .."

I looked down to the side of me keep quiet. "You sound like an overprotective mom right now, Tweek."

He sighed rolling his eyes in the process. I smiled weakly from my joke before frowning and lifting my hair up away from my eyes then letting it go to plop back on my forehead.

"I... I didn't want you, my friends to know.. uhm, know that I fucked up my eye for being a dumbass."

"Craig, no matter what you do, Ill still be your friend. All your friends will do the same too probably."

"Unless you become some pedo or a hitman. Oh jeezus-! What if you have to kill me. AH- that'd be too much pressure!"

"You can't kill me, Craig!"

I laugh a bit before staring at him, panicking and murmuring things under his breath.

I lay back down on the pillows and close my eyes almost drifting off to sleep of Tweek's soft whispering worries.

I became so comfy in this atmosphere that I had not notice that I had actually fallen asleep.

For a LONG time.

I wake up with a groan and stretching myself out. I look around noticing the fort still intact. Although, there was no sign of a Tweek inside the fort no more.

I had hope to see that same resting blonde as last time beside me for some reason. It felt nice knowing he is able to rest easily like that time and not worrying through out each hour.

The rustling of sheets caught my attention as the front doors to the fort open up and a Tweek Crawls in unnoticed that I was awake.

I get a mischievous idea and fall back onto the pillows and close my eyes as I pretend to be still asleep. The shuffling continues till his presents is right beside me.

I smell the intoxicating smell of strong coffee, and suspect that he had left to go buy coffee. I'm about to get up and yell at him but my mind changes as I feel something- His hand, intertwines with my hair.

My body becomes frozen, I felt bothered yet intrigued to his sudden courage movement. "A-ah, Sorry! I know how you hate people touching you hair even if you're asleep. I just felt an, an urge t-to do so.."

After that, he pulls his hand away from me and I feel much better.

"I got you hot chocolate, I th-thought you'd be awake by now but.. ah I can't w-wake you up."

"You are still asleep, right?"

Of course I kept silent, right then there I was going to jump up and try to scare the shit out of him but he started up talking again. Talking about our past conversation.

"You know, you didn't h-have to lie about your whole eye situation us. In Middle School, we all worried that something happened to you."

He paused for a bit, as if he was thinking or maybe was drinking more of his coffee?

"Uhm, Clyde cried a lot when we figure out you weren't going to school anytime soon. And well..."

"We actually all though you errr.. killed yourself.

....

what?

"Ngh, o-of cou-course I didn't really believe I-it, well I did b-but I didn't want to believe it was true. Cartman was the one who came up to us and said how you weren't coming back and how you uhm did that thing."

"I'm surprise you've never mentioned it? I would've thought someone would have brought it up..."

"I was just glad that it wasn't true and you showed up at highschool."

"Though, I'm pretty sure Clyde was the happiest to see you. He was balling his eyes out."

I heard him laugh and, god, why does that shit makes me want to smile so badly.

I shift my position not noticing and seem to startle Tweek as he cut out a gah.

"C-craig, you awake?"

I stay frozen and quiet breathing in a calming pattern hopefully to give a sleeping impression. I hear him sigh and plop down onto the pillows, accidently throwing one on top of me. I feel him push the pillow off of my head and murmur a sorry my way.

He must be trying to sleep as well as I hear him hum a song. He did that last time before he fell asleep. It must be a habit of his.

He heaved out a sigh and didn't budge as he just laid beside me maybe. I shift around again open my eyes to see his closed and looking up to the ceiling beside me. I slowly began to think through out my day though,

"I'm sorry for being a bad friend."

I pause my thoughts as I hear him speak or more of a whisper. He must still think I'm still asleep.

"You always help me with my problems and calming me down somehow. I haven't even stuttered the past couple sentence! You, you try to help me with my coffee addiction even if it fails, and you hang out with me even when I'm just some stuttering over-panicky kid."

"God, if it wasn't for Clyde who even befriend me and showed me to you... I'd probably be just some loser to you. I'm sorry."

Damn, did he actually felt this way? I stared at him for a bit longer before replying back simply. "Don't be. You help me feel better by just existing and being here."

He opened his eyes and shifted his body towards me staring back, shock in his eyes. I take the time to manage keeping a straight face on staring back at him.

It took a second till he smiled widely holding laughter back. I asked him why with just a, "what?" and he replied with giggles,

"That sounded really gay."

I smile lazily.

"Sorry, I guess I'm not to good with this whole cheering up thing."

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AN: Chapter Three on the way! Hopefully i can post it soon :)

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