Welcome to another one of my stories!

If you've read Say My Name, excellent! This is the CraigXTweek side of the story.

If you haven't read Say My Name, please do. :)

Hope you guys enjoy!

Chapter One: Tweek

Oh god, how did it start? Some dumb Japanese girl with a yaoi fetish, I guess. So much shit happened after that, it was all a blur. Craig and I started acquaintances, moved to friends, then best friends (which Clyde and Token weren't too happy about), and before we knew it we became…oh god! Nnh, what's the word? Lovers. Ah! No! Boyfriends. That's not wrong. I mean, to the world we were always boyfriends but we didn't feel like it. Sure, we held hands but it was more for show, but then it turned into a routine, and then into comfort. Holding hands turned into small brushes. A hand to the cheek. A hand on the arm. Knees pressed together. Foreheads pressed together. It was weird! He was my friend and then I started to like the touching and then I started to crave it.

I didn't understand what was happening! I must have been going insane! My heart raced. No surprise there. But it was different. It wasn't because of anxiety, it was because of something else. Something I didn't realize until one of our final days of seventh grade. Craig and I were on our way to the locker room to change for gym. We decided to leave lunch early to start changing before everyone else. Craig had been weird all day. He was distracted, distant. I didn't say anything, but it was bothersome. Did—Did I do something wrong?

"Tweek?" Craig spoke up and I jumped. He was standing right next to me and looking straight at me.

"I—uh—wh—what?" I asked, my voice wavering under the intense stare of the other boy.

"Go on a date with me on Saturday," he said.

I choked on my own air. Oh god! I could have died! "What?!" I screeched. Craig's expression stayed stoic. "What are you saying?"

"Tweek, I want to take you on a date Saturday," Craig repeated himself.

Why the hell is he so damn calm?! "Wh—Why?" I asked.

Craig rolled his eyes. "Because I like you, Tweek."

My body twitched violently. "You—ack!" My hands lifted into my hair to grab at the blonde locks.

"Babe, don't do that," Craig said as he stepped towards me. He had been calling me pet names for years. At first I thought it was just for show for everyone, but then I noticed he would say it when we were alone too. It wasn't for anyone, it was for me, and I definitely didn't hate it. "You'll rip your hair out," Craig added and grabbed my wrists to pull my hands from my hair. "Listen to me for a second, okay?" he asked and shifted his grip to hold on to my hands. My chest was tight. Oh god! I'm gonna have a heart attack! "I like you Tweek, more than just a friend. I have for a while, and I don't want to keep walking around in a haze of what's real and what's not. I want to make this all real."

"Ugh, Craig, I—," I started to say through chattering teeth.

"Yes or no, Tweek," Craig pressed as he took another step forward. He was invading my space. At the time, he wasn't taller than me. We were the same height. "Yes or no. Just one word to answer."

I opened my mouth to respond but I could feel the uneasiness of my voice. Craig's eyebrow lifted as he waited. His hands tightened around mine. Everything in my screwed up mind yelled, stop! Run away! This is bad! So very, very bad! But there was something stopping that voice, pushing it down to the bottom of my skull. I think it was him and his stupid face. It was beautiful. I hated it. I wanted to kiss it. Ah! What?! I could see him getting impatient. He needed an answer. I had it. I couldn't push it through my lips without also throwing up all over the floor. I planted my feet firmly underneath me even though my knees wobbled. I swallowed the thick lump in my throat and gave a sharp nod to the ebony haired boy. His eyes widened slightly. His shoulder slumped in relief. His lips turned up into the smallest smile. I felt my own body relax seeing that smile. He must have been thinking about it all day. How much was it bugging him? How anxious had he been?

Hands let go of mine and moved up to cup my cheeks. My anxiety instantly returned in a heavy wave. My body quaked under his touch and I started to stutter, "C—C—Craig, wh—what are you d—doing?"

Craig leaned a little towards me. "Tweek, calm the fuck down," he whispered as one of his hands moved slightly so his index finger rubbed along the back of my neck. Ice slid through my veins at the touch. It was…soothing. Nothing ever made my anxiety disappear like he did. I felt every bit of my anxiety wash away. The darkness in my mind broke and I saw sunlight surrounding his face. I melted into the touch before I went ridged.

Holy fuck! It's not…real. This can't be real.

Craig had closed the space between us to press his soft lips against my slightly cracked ones from chewing on them all the time. He continued to hold on to my face, keeping me still as he moved to tilt his head slightly. He moved his lips against mine and I tried to move with him. Ah! I don't know what the hell I'm doing! Craig pulled away and I snapped my mouth shut to quiet the soft moan that crept out of my throat. I didn't want it to stop, but it did. I wanted more, but I was too scared to ask for it.

"Relax," Craig whispered against my lips.

"That's easier said than done!" I yelled loudly.

Craig grinned. Fuck, I loved that damn smile. His finger was rubbing the back of my neck again. I closed my eyes at the touch and felt the warm, wet lips pressed against mine again. Craig was moving again and I attempted to mimic his rhythm. I was lost. I let my mind slip! I didn't hear the locker room door open.

"Oh shit!" Cartman yelled and then laughed loudly.

The sound of his voice was like a knife to my chest. All of the anxiety that washed away slammed against me.

"Shut up, fatass!" Kyle screamed back at the boy.

I instantly pulled away. I know that Craig reached for me but I was too far and Kenny and Stan were at his sides to rub knuckles against his scalp. "A little frisky, Tucker?" Kenny teased. I know Craig probably responded with his fist before his words.

I quickly ran out of the locker room to the bathroom before I could be stopped. I slammed the stall door shut and exhaled shakily. Oh god! I can't breathe. I pressed my forehead against the door and panted heavily. My heart was racing. My first kiss. Our first kiss and we were caught by everyone. Just how freaking long did I want to do that exactly? I touched my fingertips to my lips and smiled. Our first kiss. Our first kiss.

"You in there?" Craig asked as he waved his hand in front of my face.

I blinked and started to shake. "Ah!" I shrieked loudly. The corner of Craig's lips turned up into a small smile. "S—Sorry! I—ugh—I'm distracted!"

We were in his room watching tv. I had let my mind drift back to the thoughts of our first kiss. It happened occasionally when we were alone. It had been over a year that we had officially been together. No one was really surprised, I mean, we had been together for them for years, but it was strange for us. We held hands hundreds of times before but suddenly we were both painfully aware of our own feelings towards each other. The soft touches made my cheeks burn with embarrassment. Then there was the kissing. It was strange at first but I definitely liked it. Whenever he'd lean in towards me, my heart raced and I couldn't focus on anything else but wanting him to touch me.

Ah! Oh god! I—I sound like a—like a lovesick girl! Ack!

"I noticed," Craig replied and laid back with a soft sigh. "What's distracting you now?"

I couldn't tell him. He'd make fun of me relentlessly! "Ah! There's so much! There's war and the homeless and—oh!" I was starting to twitch uncontrollably. The anxiety and panic were building.

"Tweek, babe," Craig said, his voice flat but there was still care subtly in his tone.

"How can the world be so messed up? It's like no one cares!" I squawk and rubbed my knuckles against my temples.

Craig shuffled beside me and I felt the bed shift. His hands grabbed my wrists and suddenly I was on my back with him pinning my hands against the mattress. His legs were on either side of me and he was staring down at me with his intense grey eyes. Most people called them dull, relating them to stone, but I thought they were amazing. They were intense and like cool steel with small veins of blue. His tanned skin was smooth with nothing but a small scar over his left eyebrow from a fight years ago to make it imperfect.

Realization of our sudden position hit me like a brick to my chest. My body shook under him. "Ah! Craig, what are you doing?!" I shouted. My heart was pounding loudly in my chest. My cheeks were red, I knew it.

Craig's set frown slowly turned up into the smallest grin. He always enjoyed making me squirm. He leaned down to my neck and I let out a half squeak, half moan when his soft, warm lips touched the flesh there. His long, thin fingers tightened around my wrists and then—everything stopped. Craig's phone was ringing from his end table. He let out a low, almost inaudible growl before he rolled off me.

He stared down at his phone for a second before he lifted it to his ear. "What do you want, Marsh?" he asked gruffly.

My heart was racing in my chest as I stared up at the ceiling. Oh god! Too much pressure! I quickly flew off the bed to run to the small bathroom attached to Craig's room. I jumped when the door slammed shut behind me. My hands were shaking. The feeling of the black-haired boy's lips lingered on my skin. I'm was shaking and I'm was pretty sure I was gonna die from how fast my heart was beating! I splashed some water on my face, hoping the cold would calm down my burning cheeks. How is he always so calm? He always does these things and leaves me a mess! Ack! I hate it! I think…

I managed, somehow, to calm myself down to a steady heartbeat. I stepped out of the bathroom but Craig was gone. Wait, did he leave? Did he forget I was there? Oh god! A soft clattering noise from outside the room made me jump. I decided to head towards the noise. It was coming from the kitchen. When I stepped into the doorway, I stopped. Craig was standing in front of his coffee maker, leaning down to place his palms against the flat surface. He was tall. His shoulders were broad full of small muscles. Even though we hadn't even started high school, he already looked the part. He looked grown up, but I'm pretty sure he was not done growing. Me on the other hand, I wasn't too much shorter than him but I was pretty sure I was stuck. I had hit my growth spurt early so I doubted I'd be doing much more growing.

Craig was looking at me. Ah! When did he notice I was there?! His intense grey eyes looked at me from the bottom and travelled up. The way his eyes lingered at certain parts of me made me shiver. "What—What the hell are you looking at?" I squawked loudly, my eyebrows knitted together.

Craig's gaze finally reached my eyes and he stared. I was shaking. He looked like he had something on his mind. God! What the hell's that look for? The coffeemaker beeped and Craig turned his attention back to it. "I thought you could use some coffee," he explained in his flat tone. I moved across the room quickly, the bittersweet aroma of caffeine drawing me to where Craig was pouring the almost black liquid into a mug.

"Th—Thank you," I twitched as he handed the warm ceramic cup to me. I held it between my palms. Craig leaned forward to kiss me on the cheek. There was the sweet Craig again. My insides twisted and curled at the contact. He pulled away from my cheek to hold his face in front of mine. His breath ghosted over my face. I shook at the feeling. I couldn't stop my body as I waited for the contact, for the hot touch.

"No problem, honey," Craig finally said and moved away. I felt sad. I wanted him to touch me. God fucking dammit, touch me! Ugh! "Stan's having a party tonight. He's inviting everyone from the class. Do you wanna go?"

Parties made my anxiety skyrocket but there was a small glimmer in Craig's eyes. He had been bored throughout the summer only being able to hang out with me and Kenny, our newest addition who clung to us like a baby animal, and really wanted to go. I had to admit, I wanted to go too. I wanted to see everyone. I nodded and Craig's lips turned up into a small grin. I loved to see him happy. He deserved to be happy.

Do I make him happy? Does he look at me and see happiness? Or am I just a burden? He must stay with me out of pity, right? It's the only thing that makes sense.

"Hey," Craig said and knocked his knuckles against my forehead. "What's going on in there?"

I quickly shook my head and raised the mug to my lips to take a delicious sip. Craig frowned. For as long as we had been together he had always asked me that question but I never answered him. He didn't want to see inside my head. He didn't want to see the darkness that flowed through my mind and created monsters around every corner. He always frowned when I would avoid the question but it never stayed for long.

"Let's go watch a movie," Craig said bitterly. I know he was bothered but he'd never admit it. Too much pride. I nodded quickly.

Craig reached out to grab my hand and pulled me out of the room. His hands were big and warm. Callouses covered the skin from years of baseball and football. I loved the feeling. We settled in his basement where he put on an old movie we hadn't seen before. I was sitting on the couch with my knees pressed to my chest as Craig crouched in front of the entertainment unit. His shoulders were slumped forward again and I could watch the muscles ripple under his thin t-shirt again from behind my mug. He finished putting in the movie and turned. I quickly looked away. He'll tease me for weeks if he catches me staring! He moved over to sit next to me, our legs touched from the closeness, and a long arm stretched behind me to have his hand rest on my shoulder. The movie started and Craig's fingers started to rub the side of my neck. It was soft, gentle touches that made my skin tingle.

"Are you okay?" Craig asked in a low voice.

I was taking a sip of my coffee and nodded. Craig pressed his fingers harder into my flesh and I shivered. He chuckled and I turned my head to glare at him.

"Shut up!" I shouted. My sudden outburst made Craig smile. "Stop l—looking at me like that!" I groaned and twitched violently.

Craig's hand pressed to the side of my neck and he leaned towards me to kiss me. I closed my eyes. All my other senses were heightened. The hand on his neck. His lips pressed to mine. The scent of his cologne. It all sent my head spinning.

Craig held tightly on to my hand as we walked down the street towards Stan's house. The party music was so loud! We could hear it at the end of the block. I was starting to shake and Craig felt it. He gently tugged on my hand to stop me.

"Do you want to go home?" he asked me.

The moonlight streaked across his face, lighting up his dark skin and bright eyes. Ugh, he looks so beautiful. Ah! Oh no! That's so…gay! I quickly shook my head. "No! I want to see everyone. I—I'm fine."

"Are you—?" Craig started to ask.

I pulled hard on his hand and he stumbled behind me. "We—We're wasting time! We're gonna be late," I said and I didn't look but I knew he was smiling behind me.

"Hey guys!" Kyle yelled when we stepped into the house. There were only a few people that arrived before us. Stan was talking with Token, Wendy, and Red near the doorway to the kitchen. Stan looked between the two girls to wave at Craig and I when he saw us. "Come on in!"

Craig and I did as told. My nerves were calm for the moment. The loud music made me uncomfortable but the few people was actually okay. It didn't last long though. Within a half an hour, the house was packed with our classmates and a few other random kids from our school. I stayed close to Craig who was schmoozing with everyone else. I was jealous of his ability to be able to stay so calm. I'm a fucking mess!

"Hey."

"Ack!" I screamed as a shoulder bumped into me.

Kyle laughed and held a drink in front of me. "Calm down, Tweek, it's just me."

"Ugh, what—what's this?" I asked as I took the red solo cup from Kyle's thin fingers.

Kyle took a sip from his own cup. "Rum and coke," he answered.

"Uh, I don't—I don't really…drink," I groaned.

"It might soothe your nerves," Kyle mentioned.

I stared down into the brown liquid in my cup. It smelled like sugar and something else. Something strong. "I don't know," I muttered.

"Just try it," Craig suddenly said. I quickly looked up at him. He had been in a conversation with Token for the past ten minutes. "If you want to stop, just stop."

I stared at his cool grey eyes full of sincerity and nodded. His lips didn't move but I could see his expression lighten happily. He was trying to keep his cool in front of everyone but I know there was that sweet side of him quietly waving to me from behind his eyes. He turned back to continue talking to Token and I took a small sip of the drink in my hands. It was sugary but there was a bitter undertone to the taste that I liked. It travelled down my throat and settled in my stomach with a warmth that made me happy. It reminded me of coffee, just in the result.

I continued to nurse the drink in my hand as Craig took my hand and we shuffled outside to the bonfire Stan had started. I could feel my legs beginning to become unstable underneath me. I felt light, but I was nowhere close to Kyle. He had been chugging rum and cokes like nothing. Craig and Stan had to keep a close eye on him around the fire.

I felt a hand brush along the base of my skull and my entire body shivered. I quickly turned my head and Craig was staring forward talking to Stan. Maybe I had imagined the touch. It was completely possible. That happened sometimes. I'd imagine touches or voices. Oh, now I sound crazy!

Craig's eyes suddenly shifted to look at me from the edges. The glow from the fire gave his eyes a soft red glow and highlighted the edges of his face. The corner of his lips moved up to a quick smile. I almost didn't see it. My face burned and my head spun. I didn't know if it was the alcohol making me overheat or if it was him. His beautiful eyes, his long neck, his—

"Look who I found!" Kyle suddenly yelled and I spun my head around.

Kyle was stumbling from the house with Kenny trailing along behind him. The red head let go of his friend and I flashed a smile at the blonde when he looked at me. I always thought he was kind of a prick because he was close to Cartman, but that summer made me see the guy in a different way. He was actually pretty cool and he was nice. He loved making people uncomfortable, but deep down he was a sweet guy. I think that's why he got along with Craig so well.

There was a bit of conversation and then Stan and Kyle left to go inside. I think they said something about getting more alcohol, I'm not sure. I wasn't really paying attention.

"How are ya', asshole?" I heard Craig ask Kenny and my body twitched.

"Ack, Craig!" I yelled as I clutched my cup in my hands. The relationship he and Kenny had was different. I still wasn't quite used to it. I was used to Craig insulting everyone, but Kenny never minded. Instead, he embraced it.

"Better than you, dickwad," Kenny answered with a wide, amused smile on his face.

I groaned and then Craig laughed. Oh god, I love that laugh. My body started to shake. The alcohol was messing with me and he was making it worst. His damn laugh. His damn face. I hated it all…okay, not actually.

Suddenly, my cup was taken out of my shaking hands. I hadn't realized I was shivering so hard until I had nothing to focus on anymore. "Tweek, honey," ugh, "do you want to go sit down somewhere?" Craig asked sweetly. He was worried, I could hear it. I hummed quietly. I wanted to leave from the moment we arrived, but I wanted to stay with everyone. That makes no damn sense! "We can go inside."

Inside was packed full of people. The thought made my body shake worst than before. "No, not inside. Too—Too many people. Too loud! Too much pressure!" I panicked. My heart was racing. The thought of the people, the noise! Ahh! It's too much pressure! My hands automatically lifted to tug at my hair.

Craig moved next to me. He set both of our drinks down on the ground and his hand pressed to the back of my neck. His skin was cold against my warm skin, lit up from the alcohol that coursed through my system. His fingers gently squeezed my neck and I felt a jolt of electricity course through my body to make my knees shake. My hands slowly lowered from being buried in my hair. "Let's go sit over there," Craig said, his voice low as he pointed across the yard to the lounge chairs in the back corner. They were far from the crowd of people and the noise. I nodded.

Kenny followed us as we made our way over. My senses heightened to focus on the hand on the back of my neck. Craig's long index finger was rubbing along my spine, sending sparks through my skin. I wasn't sure if my shaking legs would be able to carry me to the lounge chair, but they did. I sat down and Craig was immediately next to me, his leg pressed against mine and his hand still touching the back of my neck. My heart was racing. I couldn't focus on anything but that fucking hand!

"Better?" Craig suddenly asked and snapped me out of my daze. Kenny was openly staring. It was odd. Was he jealous? Or weirded out? He never said anything. He just watched. Craig tapped his finger a few times against my spine to get my attention. I nodded, afraid that if I opened my mouth to speak my voice would give away the nerves bundled in my throat. "What?" Craig snapped and I looked up to notice he was saying it to Kenny.

The dirty blonde-haired boy grinned. "You're so gay," he teased.

Kenny always knew just how to poke Craig the right way to make him blush. I couldn't help but smile a bit. "Shut up, McCormick," Craig growled.

Stan and Kyle returned. Craig yelled about something, but I was too dazed to know why. I couldn't stop focusing on the hand on the back of my neck. The finger continued to rub lightly, keeping me calm and making me focus on the rough skin. It felt good. Touch me more. Please, touch me more. My body went rigid. I shoved my hands into my lap. Something was happening in my crotch. Don't notice! Please, don't let anyone notice! I lifted my eyes to look around. Everyone was too busy in their conversations to notice, including Craig. Oh, thank god!

I almost didn't notice when Butters arrived. Kyle, of course, was the first one to greet him. Stan and Kyle disappeared again to get more alcohol. Butters sat next to Kenny and from across the space it was easy to see the look of tension between them. It was a familiar tension. It used to be between Craig and I after we kissed in the locker room. Oh. Oh! Oh my! I shivered at the memory. Our first kiss. It was so strange and yet exciting.

I instantly realized the hand on the back of my neck was gone when I felt it on my hip opposite from where Craig sat. "How—How have you fellas been?" Butters asked across the space to Craig and me.

I was about to answer but bit my lip between my teeth to stop myself. Craig's thumb was under my shirt and lightly touching my skin above my jeans. The touch burned my skin. I was shaking again with each soft brush. I wanted…more. More of his touch. More of his connection. More of him.

Oh no! Not again! Ah! Stop it, stop it, stop it!

Stan and Kyle returned and a drink was shoved into my hand again. I didn't complain. I practically chugged it as Craig sipped his beer and his thumb continued to stroke along my skin. I was feeling hazy after I finished the drink. It was stronger than the first one and it went straight to my head. I wasn't shaking anymore. The alcohol was numbing my body except for the touch against my side that moved. It was no longer just his thumb. His entire hand was pressed against my skin. I shivered under the touch. I slowly moved my eyes around the area. Everyone was preoccupied with their own conversations to know. Then, I looked over at him. He was cool, collected. Fucking prick! How are you so calm right now! Stan brought me another drink. I willed myself to take it easy but I couldn't help it! It felt so good. Halfway through my drink the hand moved again. I had the cup raised to my lips but stopped before I could take a drink. My eyes snapped shut. Calloused fingers pushed underneath my jeans and the band of my boxers to press against the flesh of my hip.

Oh, fuck. No, I—I want more.

"You alright, Tweek?" Kenny suddenly asked. My eyes snapped open and I quickly lowered my cup. The blonde was grinning at me, his bright blue eyes stared at me intensely. "You look pretty pale, dude."

Except for the fact that I'm being man handled? No! I'm not alright!

"I'm—ugh—fine!" I screeched painfully.

"Oh, I don't know," Craig said and his hand that wasn't fondling my hip grabbed my chin to turn my head. I was staring at those beautiful grey eyes again. "You look pretty pale. Is there something bothering you?"

What an asshole! He had his mouth set in a worried line but I could see his eyes were full of mischief. He knew exactly what was going on and was enjoying seeing me squirm.

"I'm fine," I snapped back.

The corner of Craig's lips that no one else could see twitched up into a small smile. The hand slid further along my skin and his fingers were curling around my ass. I coughed loudly to cover the nervous squeak that was wanting to push its way out of my chest.

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