Was there ever a specific date when you and tweek stopped pretending?
It was the date after we first kissed. We were hanging out at his house watching Red Racer and for the first time since we had kissed he reached over and took my hand. We kind of ended up cuddling without meaning to (which was a normal occurrence, but this time it felt different) and Tweek looked up at me with these big eyes that were fucking shining and I knew I couldn’t pretend with him anymore. I remember that the noise of Red Racer in the background was drowned out by the intensity of this realisation and every little noise this boy on my chest would make was amplified. Every little breath he took seemed like an angel’s song and it was fucking gay. I went to tell Tweek how I felt, about to say something about being actually fucking gay and liking him, but I couldn’t because my words got caught in my throat as soon as he leaned up and his lips caught mine. Everything after that is kind of a blur of roaming hands and lips moving against each other along with whispered confessions.