All the stars above, yet I still couldn't look away from you're starry eyed gaze.
It was summer in South Park. I met this boy at the bridge I used to go to back when I was younger. Something about him felt like home; a promise and an oath I have kep...
"You still crave for lemonade, but the taste doesn't satisfy you as much as it used to. You still crave summer, but sometimes, you mean summer from 5 years ago."
"So how's the progress Mikey?" Henrietta asked. Which knocked me out of my zone for a split second. "Oh it's a good start for the first day." I responded. - Considering I haven't made any other progress other than instead of stalking, I'm now observing Tweek closely down to all his mannerisms and they way he works. Maybe a little push and more pretentious would lure more info for me if I'd give this shot more of a try.
"Mike, I'm gonna say it again, there's more boys out there to care about, Craig is a fucking conformist, he even now thinks most of us are just butthole vampires." Pete said.
"And who are the "boys" you're talking about that I should care?" I said in a sarcastic tone which led me to a small chuckle as I said it out loud. He fell silent and pretended to look for something, as if I didn't notice that he's mumbling something underneath his breath. I can't help but just ignore it, whether he likes it or not, I'll keep doing my thing until I satisfy my selfishness.
Days have gone by since my first shift and it's almost like I'm growing fond of everyone. Especially for Tweek. He's undemanding to read, because he's an open book. He overshares everything easily; as if he had no one to talk to' except for a few people around him. - I mean, I can't complain, it's like he's helping my business slide easier by him submitting himself to my venomous trap. How timid and naive. I can't help but laugh by the thought of it.
I found out that him and Craig have met on the bridge where his old friends would hang out; that's where our first date took place too. What a lunatic, all of it we're recycled, I'm clearly the blueprint here, he just wouldn't admit it. And by that, as info kept coming in, I became even hungrier to gather more infos, it's like I find it amusing; It's like I'm obsessed.
During lunch breaks, we would go get ourselves some lunch together to this certain fastfood branch of PizzaHut called "WingStreet" that's just a 3min walk far from Tweek bro's. There we would talk about his past and, perhaps, some details about me. - But of course, I'm not dumbfounded, I lie most of the time; I mean, why would I even join a church choir? That's just ridiculous.
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"Laters for sure gonna be tough." Tweek muttered. "For sure." I responded as I kept on munching with the Chicken Wings I had in my mouth. There is really not much to talk about today, so most of the time we we're there, only eating noises, thoughts about the food and other employees on their lunchbreak muttering we're there to be heard. - As if we we're in a mukbang vlog. But then it hit me, maybe I should ask him about what is his thing with Craig..
