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It was a chilly fall day in South Park, Colorado. The leaves had turned and began to wilt, and the grass faded from a misty green to a dried yellow. The sun was creeping over the horizon slowly, casting a beam over the town. Through the cold, two boys could be spotted walking beside each other to the school bus stop, hands intertwined. These two boys are named Craig and Tweek, both age 14 in the 9th grade. Freshmen at South Park Highschool. The two had been dating since the fourth grade after the school practically forced them together in some 'yaoi' craze, but they learned to truly love each other. As they walked towards the bus stop, there was a light, flowing conversation between them, though of course it was about Tweek's crazy conspiracies.
"Honey, the US isn't going to get bombed by an 'elite force' under the influence of the greatest world leaders." Craig assured Tweek, his voice monotone but soft just for him.
"But what if, Craig! You never know, man!" He squeaked in reply, gripping Craig's hand tight for a moment as his anxiety spiked before immediately settling back down a bit. "Like the Illuminati! What if when we were babies at the hospital they took us secretly while dressed up as nurses and planted chips in our brains! So then they can read all our thoughts! Our secrets! Our information! And by the time we do find out it'll be too late cause they'll know and.. and like-"
"Babe."
"..No but it's a reasonable fear-"
"Dude it's not gonna happen. We don't have some bullshit Elon Musk chips inside our heads." Craig sighed slightly, gently brushing his gloved hand over Tweek's own ungloved one in an attempt of comfort. "People don't listen to kids anyway, they don't give a crap about our thoughts."
"Yeah..But.." Tweek sighed, still twitching but not as bad. "I guess you're right."
"I'm always right." Craig shrugged flatly as they finally reached the bus stop. The sun had nearly risen, but it didn't compare to the heat Craig felt on his face as Tweek rested his head on his shoulder.
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AT SCHOOL
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When they arrived to class they took their usual seats beside each other. The classroom was dull, kids passing notes and talking at any chance they could. As the teacher began to drone on about some stupid math equations nobody wanted to hear about at 8AM in the morning, Craig's eyes darted over to Tweek from time to time. And by time to time I mean every 3 minutes or so. He watched as his boyfriend subtly twitched and shook, his handwriting sporadic as he wrote messily in his notebook. Tweek's twitches had always fascinated Craig, along with his personality, his eyes, the way his hair would always look messy no matter how you brushed it. Tweek was the human embodiment of a mess, and Craig loved it, just like everything else about him, no matter how draining it could be.
Craig eventually gave up on the lesson and began to stare at Tweek. As he practically studied him, his mind began to wander. What exactly caused his tics and anxiety? He remembered that when he asked Tweek in 7th grade, he told him his parents had said it was his ADD. But, looking back and doing some research on ADD (he had some free time), the symptoms didn't quite match up, and Craig was suspicious. Something in his gut told him it was something more, but he didn't say that to Tweek. Didn't mention his uncertainty. He didn't want to make things any worse for his boyfriend then they were.
He hadn't noticed how much time had passed as the bell rang. Craig quickly looked away from Tweek and began to pack up his things. After Tweek had finished gathering his own things, Craig gently took his hand as they navigated to their next class.