The next day at school, I get a really weird feeling of deja vu. Yaoi fanart of Stan and Kyle is everywhere, and I mean everywhere. Plastered on lockers, the floor, the ceiling. How the fuck do they make so much?! After looking for a while, I realise some of them are copies. Yaoi fangirls with printers. That should be illegal. The sound of Cartman's obnoxious laughter seems to fill the hallway. I know I shouldn't go towards it, but it kind of pulls you in.

"Hahaha, I knew you were a fag, Kahl!" Cartman shouts.

"I'm not gay fat boy!" Kyle yells back. Stan's standing, looking very confused, near the two of them. This won't end well.

"Yes, you are Kahl! Why else would the Asian chicks draw you like that? Haha, Kahl and St-an sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G." Kyle then punched Cartman in the face, and the brunette started crying.

As I'd been expecting, a couple minutes later, "Kyle and Stan to the Principal's office," rang through the school speakers. I smiled at myself. They're probably going to get the consent talk.

I realised Craig was walking up to me. "Hey Tee, getting used to the weirdness? It never gets any less weird, I promise. This isn't actually that weird though; I always knew Stan and Kyle were gay," he said, hands in his pockets.

"They're not though," I replied.

"What do you mean?" said Craig, sounding confused.

"The drawings by the Asian girls, they don't mean anything. They're just what the Asian girls want to happen. Not what is happening." It was quite funny explaining this to Craig.

"That doesn't make any sense. The Asian girls must have seen them make out or something. Why all the enthusiasm otherwise?" I just shook my head and smiled. The irony was tangible.

The day dragged on a little more than yesterday. During class, Kyle and Stan returned. Kyle stormed in, looking furious. Stan, on the other hand, looked lost and confused. He kept trying to catch Kyle's eye, or talk to him. Kyle, however, was having none of it. He completely ignored Stan the entire lesson. It was kind of painful to watch on some level.

Soon it was lunchtime. Kyle bolted out the class. Stan tried to follow, but I could tell he wasn't going to be able to catch him. I got to the lunch hall early, so I sat down by myself. Eventually, Craig joined me, as did the rest of his friends. I smiled, this was breaking some social norms, but it was nice to be back with my friends, joking and smiling as usual. It almost felt normal, almost.

When I'd finished eating, I spotted Wendy and some of the other girls calling me over. I said my goodbyes and headed over to them. They started walking away somewhere. Although I was slightly nervous, I followed regardless. Soon, we reached a deserted hallway. At this point, Wendy slammed me against the wall.

"Just what the hell do you think you're doing?!" Bebe, Lola and Red stood behind her, looking equally as furious. I just stared at her, terrified. I didn't respond. What the fuck am I going to do?! I could maybe take Wendy down. But four girls? No way! "Playing innocent huh? Fine! Stay the fuck away from Craig! Lola has a crush on him! She's seducing him. Not you." I quickly nodded. Oh God, Wendy loves to stand up for her friends, but she's likely doing this out of her own anger, rather than anything else. I saw her furiously tear up some fanart earlier. The Kyle and Stan situation must be getting to her. Wendy gave me one last glare, then flicked her hair over one shoulder and walked away, the other girls following her.

I'd managed to keep the tears in while she'd been attacking me. But I couldn't anymore. Luckily, there was an empty classroom next to me. I dashed in, sat by the door, and began to cry. My anxiety soon started hitting me in waves. Someone out there must love me, because it wasn't a panic attack, but it was still pretty horrible. I started shaking. I can't breathe. I can't think. I want to scream. This is all so stressful. Fucking underpants gnomes! I can't deal with this alone! What the hell am I going to do! My mind went blank.

Suddenly, I feel a gentle hand on my shoulder, and I spasm slightly. I almost scream. I look over, and I see it's just Kyle. I relax slightly. Kyle's cool, he can be a bit of an asshole sometimes, but he has good morals and a good heart. He's always been a good friend. Even if I don't hang with him much anymore.

"Hey Tee, sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I heard what happened from in here. I was about to come out. But it ended before I could leave. Here." He took his orange jacket and gently laid it on my shoulders. I slowly put it on and hugged myself tightly. That's exactly what Craig does when I'm having a panic attack. It makes the tears flow a little faster. Kyle takes his hat off and puts his head in his hands. He's had a haircut. His hair's pretty short now. That's new.

"Th-Thanks," I say after a minute. When I've stopped shaking, and the tears have slowed down.

"Don't mention it. It's nice to have some company." Kyle paused for a minute. "It probably seems a little strange that I'm in here. I've just had such a crazy day. I mean, there's fanart of me everywhere! And then, I get called to PC Principal's office, with Stan, and he doesn't even punish me, just gives me ten quid for protecting my 'boyfriend'. I mean, what? Stan doesn't need protecting! And then, he talked to us about consent! I'm ten for Christ's sake! You probably won't believe me, no one else seems too," he says, sounding annoyed. "But I'm not actually gay. Or at least, I don't think I am?" I remember going through the same sort of thing. Doubting yourself. You think, well there must be a reason the Asian girls choose me. Can they see something about me I can't? It's scary and confusing. Especially in a place like South Park.

"N-No, I believe you. Believe it or not, I've been through the same kind of thing," I said, trying to keep my answer vague. "They won't stop by the way. It's kind of easier just to go with the flow. Even start fake dating Stan. Just trust me on this."

Kyle looked slightly taken aback. "You're probably right. In fact, you're definitely right. This crazy town never stops. But I'm not the kind of guy to just quit. Even on the losing side, I'll continue to fight." Yeah, that's Kyle for you.

"W-Well, at least t-talk to S-Stan. H-He looks really confused. I think he r-really wants to talk to you."

"I want to. I want to talk to him too. But I'm just, kind of scared. What if this ruins everything? Our entire friendship? I mean, I think, I think maybe I do kind of like Stan in more than a friend way. But if I lost my best friend, I don't know what I'd do." Kyle sounded on the verge of tears. I patted his shoulder gently.

"From what I've seen, you and Stan are really good friends." As Tee, I hadn't seen much, but as Tweek, I saw two people who could work past any obstacle, any betrayal; who were willing to risk their lives for each other. That kind of bond doesn't simply break.

It looked like countless memories flew through Kyle's head; he smiled. "Yeah, I think you're right. I will talk to him. Maybe not today though, when my head's a bit clearer. For now, let's work out a way to get back at those girls!" said Kyle, with a familiar determined spark in his eye. If the girls were bad, Kyle was worse. He'd dealt with Cartman his whole life.

Wendy had deliberately sent one woman on a rocket into the sun. Kyle had accidentally caused the deaths of a million Canadians. So, I had faith in him, but I was also scared. "Alright, here's how you do it. You seemed pretty friendly with Nichole the other day, right? Get her on side, with two of you it will be easier. Then, you need to yell at Wendy. Take her down a notch, or two, or five."

"WHAT?!"

"It's the only way Tee. Girls are territorial. You've proved you're a threat. You're pretty, most of the boys in the class are after you."

"THEY ARE?! THEY'RE GONNA GET ME!" I yelled, terrified.

"Calm down. I was just trying to explain the situation to you. Don't worry, when Craig likes a girl, people tend to leave her alone."

"Wait, you really think he likes me?" I had wondered if it was just wishful thinking.

Kyle laughed. "Yeah! Are you dense? Sorry, I forget you don't know Craig. He doesn't ever give two shits about girls. I mean, yeah, he goes out with a lot of them. But they kind of come to him. He never goes to the girl. Until now. Usually, I'd stop someone even trying to get with him, because it will just end in a heartbeat. But you, you seem special to him. Take my advice or leave it. But if you want to survive with these girls, you need to be a cat which shows its claws." I nodded at Kyle. He really does know what he talking about a lot of the time. Kyle hands me a couple tissues, and when we both feel ready, we head off. The bell rings just as we leave, time for our next class.

Once we're seated, I see Kyle tentatively give Stan a small smile. Stan visibly turns visibly green, and has to run out of the class to go throw up in the bathroom. Kyle goes red, realising what's happened, and the girls around the class collectively aw, along with Kenny and Clyde. When Stan gets flustered around someone he likes, his stomach acts up, and he usually ends up throwing up.

I end up smiling to myself, and catch Craig's eye. He looks a little weirded out, but supportive none the less. I smile, that's my Craig. Well, not my Craig anymore. Was he ever my Craig? I try not to dwell on that too much.

After class, when the bell rings signalling the end of the day, I grab Nichole, and quickly tell her what happened with Wendy. She's furious, and the two of us storm over to where Wendy and her entourage are standing. Once again, the area is deserted.

"What the fuck Wendy?! Yelling at Tee like that! She's new! How was she meant to know Lola likes Craig when she only just got here? I was the only one being welcoming yesterday because the rest of you bitches are too petty to be nice to a pretty girl! You're just threatened by her looks! Get over yourself Testaburger!" yelled Nichole.

"Excuse me? You can't talk to me like that bitch! I'm above you in every way! I dated Token before you, and I know he wants me back! You don't know how he looks at me when you're not there. He looks at you like you're scraps! You're left overs compared to the delicious meal that was me!" Nichole's eyes start tearing up. That bitch! That was low. Token loves Nichole! Is she unsure of that?

"Shut up Wendy!" I yell. "You know what I think? I think you're feeling shit about yourself right now, and you're taking it out on other people! You don't really care that Lola likes Craig! If you did, you'd tell her to stop going after him; she's just going to get hurt!" I said, thinking about what Kyle said earlier. "Don't you think Craig would have made a move on her by now? Craig likes me. Not her. And you're just jealous because Stan likes Kyle, and not you! You're seeing yourself in Lola's situation, and you've been taking it out on me, and now on Nichole!" I have no idea what I just said. I think it made sense though? I yelled like Kyle said. Nichole winked and smiled at me through still teary eyes. Yeah, I think I did well.

Wendy was silent for a minute. Then, she seemed to calm down. "I think you might be totally right Tee. And I hate being jealous. It's something I try to avoid. I'm sorry Tee, and I'm sorry Nichole. Token is completely infactuated with you, you know that, right?" Nichole gave her an uncertain nod. I'm going to have to give her a pep talk, and also yell at Token for not showing her enough affection later.

Wendy sighed. "Stan... he's always been obsessed with me. Okay, sorry, I'm making it sound like he worships me or something, but it feels like that sometimes. Sometimes, when he looks at me, it feels like I'm some rare treasure. And I've always liked him too. But I've always known on some level we weren't entirely right for each other. But seeing him look at Kyle like he usually looks at me? I've seen him do it more and more recently, and it just climaxed with the fanart. I thought the two of us were close to getting back together, but it appears that that won't happen. But you're right Tee, I took that out on you. And again, I'm sorry. And Lola? I'm also sorry. You need to get over Craig. He doesn't like you, and you need to move on." Lola looked hurt, but kind of like she agreed. "Wanna come to the slumber party at my house next week?" she said brightly, quite a rapid change of tone. But now we're talking! The girls have actually asked me a couple times already, back when I was a dude; I think because they thought I'd make a better gay best friend than Craig. But that's always seemed like it was crossing a line somehow. However, I think I'll do it this time. I'll just make sure not to watch while they change. I said my goodbyes and finally headed off home. Man, what a crazy day.

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