oh. oh no.

New member.

There he was.
Alone.
No chance of being bothered at the time he needed someone most.

He threw himself on his bed and stared at his ceiling for a few minutes. He imagined the blank space being lit up by stars and the moon. The moon was smiling and the stars were shining as bright as ever.

Thoughts overwhelmed his anxious mind, he couldn't handle it anymore. Everything was falling apart.

What a fucking liar

He eventually just.. brokedown. Tears streamed nonstop from his forest green eyes. The starts shattered into snowflakes, falling on him, making him freeze dreadfully. There was a lump in his throat that grew larger and larger. He was being emptied of everything he was feeling.

It wasn't sadness, and it wasn't joy either.
It was the tears of a troubled adolescent who couldn't take it any longer. A hopeless romantic with nowhere to turn, no one to cry to, and no love of his life to have by his side.

No, his "love of his life" did exist, but it was someone he couldn't tell anyone about.

Months earlier..

Craig Tucker was a tall young boy, who found satisfaction in control and power. He often found himself examining people, being fascinating about people's personal lives. He didn't want to blackmail them, or use it for bad, he was just so curious.

Tucker was in english, close to last period of the day. He found himself staring at an...odd boy. He thought, "What a mess. Twitching and shaking, trembling and panicking. Jesus Christ. Thank god I'm not like that...-though I'd like to have a body like him. Average height, long arms. His eyes are like Meadows of pansies... pale skin with eye bags. He's quite nice to look at. What a weirdo."

"Craig? MR. TUCKER? Class has ended. You are dismissed," the teacher said, shaking her hand as if she was swatting a fly.
Craig snaps out of his daydreams and tries to sit up straight. He starts to remember his surroundings, as he tries to come up with the right words to say. Tweek watches from outside the room, drawn to the situation.
"I'm- wait-" he pauses to look at the clock above him, "I'm sorry, miss. I'll leave, thanks," he states while grabbing his empty, useless notebooks.
Across the hallway, Craig spotted Token. They enjoyed speaking to each other between classes.
"Have you heard about the big English prokect?" He spoke, which dragged Token's attention back to their conversation.
"No, what are you on about?"
"I heard Clyde talking about it in first period." Craig boredly at Token.
"Uh, okay?"
"This is a big deal! It's a partner project and it's on a romance book!"
"... So?"
Token sighed, "You're such an idiot."
Craig rolled his eyes.
"It's worth 90% of our grade! This school is insane."
Craig nodded slowly and hesitantly.
"Are you even listening, Tucker?"
"Yeah."
"Have you heard about what happened last w-"

His eyes darted throughout the corridor, trying to take his mind off how boring this was. Tweek Tweak, a Cowboys poster, and some worn-out stickers on a locker, back to Tweek. The twitchy, odd kid he'd been gazing at carefully in class. He couldn't take his gaze away from him for whatever reason. Craig admired him, yet he found it wrong to stare at him. His skin was pale, and his limbs were lanky and lengthy.

"-and Eric Cartman, haha. Ugh, don't even get me started." Token stopped for a moment. He glanced at Craig, then behind him to look at the Tweak boy. He was scrambling through a book, with an occasional, quiet shriek.
"What are you looking at him for?"
"Do you think Tweek's popular?" Craig slurred.
"Pfft, not even close. He's cool, but, you know.."
Craig stared at Token in confusion, "What?"
"He's got ADD, and anxiety I think?" He paused to think. "Oh! Ocd."
"Huh."
"Why? You interested in him?"
Craig jumped back, as if he was insulted.