My brothers best friend (South Park creek)

Chaptee Twenty-Four

Tweeks POV

I sit at my piano playing a cute sonata.
I forgot what it's called if I'm honest, but it's not really my fault.
There are sooooo fucking many.

They really make you reflect on life though like for real.

I can't stop thinking about craig and what happened at the party.
It's not like it was a huge thing right.
It was just a kiss.
A wonderful amazing kiss.
But still just a kiss.

Harmless........

"Why the fuck are you playing sad songs in the middle of the day?"

My older brother barges in, something he has had a habit of doing for as long as I can remember.
Literally  back when I was around 13 and I was about to jack off for the very first time guess who shows up in my doorway asking about the fucking McDonald's menu.
Like seriously who hasn't  got everything fucking memorised already.

He just always shows up at the wrong times, at times that he really isn't needed.

"What do you want my dear brother."
Did I manage to hide the 'in pissed off' attitude?
I think so.

"You haven't left your room all day."

"And....so what?"

"It's not healthy."

"Taking it up the ass 24-7 isn't healthy either but hey hoe you do it anyways."

Michael purses his lips.

I immediately get up and run to him giving him a hug.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry."

I can't believe I said that, a bit stupid if you think about it.
Theoretically I would take it up the ass too depending on who I end up with.
I've got such bottom energy for a switch.

Yes I can call myself a switch even if I'm not 'gay'.
It's funny how so many people still call themselves Queer and gay even when they aren't into only their own gender.

For basically my whole life I've just chosen to go with the flow.
If I'm into someone I'm into someone, that's all that matters.
A connection.
A strong unbreakable connection.
Unless it's just a bit of messing around.

It's not that I'm too scared to work out my sexuality it's that I choose to live as a person not a label.
If I found one that whole thing would end up defining me.
'Oh that's the gay kid.'
'Did you hear he's Bi'
'Did you hear he likes the D.'

It's all just bull shit.
I've heard it all, not directed at me but I still hear it.
Ok fine maybe another reason I don't use a label is because it's all just too fucking confusing to tell you the truth.
I sometimes cry about it.

"Tweek is something wrong?"

"No, no I'm fine I'm just really sorry." I sniff.

Michaels POV

I could never stay mad at my Lil Bro, he can't stand people being upset by the stuff he says.
He's very empathetic butttttt.....
I can't help think it's also something else, it always is.
He covers up the real issues with another issue.
Clever but I can see right through him.

"So you and Craig have been cozy lately."

"N-no, I-I don't know what your t-talking about."

"Number 1 your blushing number 2 you stuttered the most I've heard you stutter in a few years."

He sighs.
"Dude I have no idea what to do and I'm worried that I've fucked something up and I don't know how I feel."

I listen as he goes on knowing what the last thing he's gonna say will be.

"Help"

"That's what I'm here for bro that's what I'm here for. It's like an unwritten commandment."

Now to work out what he was even saying that whole time cos I sure as hell isn't sober enough to recall.
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