---Tweek's pov---

I stare at the ceiling.

It's fine.

Why would he say something like that?

---Craig's pov---

Why would I say something like that?

I mean, I should've scoffed or flipped him off... But I just couldn't.

It's like he just- he just looked at me and...

He's kinda cute.

---Tweek's pov---

He probably just didn't want to deal with you having a panic attack because you're just so "sensitive."

I stare at the cracks in the ceiling.

What the hell am I doing at home anyhow? I should be out there hiding by the window at his house, or in the tree depending!

I might miss something special he does.

Or what if he gets a girlfriend while I'm just sitting at home all confused and jittery? Oh Jesus, what if he has a girlfriend that he met on the way home?!

My life would be over!

I curl up into the fetus position and roll onto my side. I don't want Craig to have a girlfriend!

Now I have even less of a chance.

Unless it's weird like how Stan and Kyle got together... But we're not friends.

I'm a stranger and he's the person I've been stalking.

He'll never love me.