Note: I just thought I might let you know a couple things before you read. They are both juniors in high school J Also, the dates are exactly the same as this years calendar (2010), so if you look at the dates in the story, and on the calendar, the will be just the same J Anyway, please tell me how you like it once you've read it! Enjoy J

Craig glared at the small blonde boy who was twitching in his seat next to him. Of all people, why the hell did it have to be Tweek? And why did it have to be an out of school project? Now they'd have to go to each others houses, and hang out in the working lunch together practically everyday. And Craig was not really the social type, though he was popular. Now don't get him wrong, he didn't hate Tweek. He really didn't know much about him, really, other than his annoying twitching, and obsessive coffee habit. (both of which annoyed him). From what he knew about Tweek, they would not get along. He sighed, putting his elbow on the table and resting his chin on the palm of his hand. Not to mention this project would take a month to complete. It was already the middle of December, and that meant that even on Christmas break they would have to get together everyday,

"This is stupid," Craig muttered under his breath as the teacher continued to lecture about the project. His eyes shifted back over to Tweek, who was still twitching. Craig wondered how he could pay attention while twitching every millisecond, because it certainly distracted him (not that he ever paid attention anyway). Finally the teacher stopped talking, and a low murmur began to spread around the room. Tweek turned to look at him, but flinched and looked away when he noticed Craig was staring at him,

"Um…Do you-Ngh!-want to…uh…" his voice tapered at the end of his sentence. Craig blinked,

"Meet up after school?" Craig finished for him. Tweek looked up at him in a silent confirmation, then looked back down,

"But, uh…GAH!-you don't have to if you…don't want to…" he said quietly. Craig huffed slightly, and closed his eyes,

"Whether we want to or not, we don't have much of a choice, since we'll be graded mostly on group effort," Craig said simply. Tweek looked up at him again,

"Oh, we-ngh!-are? I didn't know that…"he mumbled, fiddling with his pencil nervously, but holding Craig's relaxed gaze. Craig pointed to a paragraph on the paper that laid on the table in front of the blonde. Tweek shifted his gaze to the paper, and read the part Craig was pointing to. When his gaze returned, it was surprised,

"How did you-ngh-know that? You weren't even-Gah!-listening," he sputtered out. Craig laughed slightly at his amazement,

"Good question," he finished mysteriously. Tweek looked at him with a confused look. Craig chuckled again, shaking his head,

"Anyway, an answer to your question, I'll meet you at Harbucks around four," he said. Tweek nodded, and put away the paper as the sixth period bell rang, and people began to shuffle out of the room. Craig looked back at him twitching as he gathered his stuff. At least the next month would be a little more interesting.

Craig said goodbye to his mom as he walked out the front door and into the cold winter air. Even though he had three layers of clothes on, he still felt the chill right away,

"Brr!" he said out loud as he walked slowly through the sharp, cold air. It was the 6th , and the air would be getting even colder before it snowed in about a week or two. That made it a good thing he lived only a block from Harbucks, or he would probably be a piece of ice once he'd gotten there. A few minuets later he rounded the corner, and saw the Harbucks sign a few buildings down the street. He looked at his watch to check the time,

'Good, I'm right on time.' he thought to himself when it read 3:58. He began to walk again, breathing clouds of air out around him. Suddenly, Craig froze, noticing something,

'What's that noise?' he asked in his head. He put his hand on his chest instinctively, and then sighed in relief,

'Oh, it's just my heart beating faster.' he answered his internal question, and began to walk again. He didn't get far before he stopped again, feeling his eyes widen,

'Why is it beating so fast? It's never done this before!' he exclaimed. He was always calm, his heart never raced like this. He tried to find a word that would explain his bodies strange behavior, and decided to go with anxious (although he wondered what about). He took a deep breath, trying (and failing) to control his heart rate. Then, still unsettled, he began to walk once again. He soon stood in front of Harbucks door. He stared through the glass windows, his eyes searching for the familiar green shirt. Fortunately, Tweek wasn't hard to pick out of the small number of people, blonde, spiky hair crazy, and twitching being a constant action. He was sitting at a table with his back to the door, and had his hands gripped to his head, making him look really stressed out. Craig sighed, opening the door and walking to the far corner where Tweek was seated. He came up behind Tweek,

"Hey,"

"GAH! Don't shoot!" Tweek exclaimed loud enough for almost everyone in the coffee shop to glance up at them. Craig didn't say anything for a moment, but then raised an eyebrow,

"What?" he asked with a slightly confused look. Tweek's head slowly turned around, eventually revealing his green eyes, which suddenly widened to an unbelievably huge size,

"Gah! - I'm so sorry…I -ngh- thought you were someone else…" Tweek said. Craig wondered who he though was going to shoot him, nut he decided now was not the best time to ask. He sat down across from Tweek, and took off his coat and jacket, revealing a navy long-sleeved shirt. When he looked back up, Tweek was blushing slightly and looking at his feet,

"Ngh…I'm sorry if I -gah!- embarrassed you…" he mumbled quietly. Craig raised an eyebrow again,

"To tell you the truth, I don't really get embarrassed," he said. Tweek kept his head down, but his eyes glanced up at him,

"Oh, well that's -GAH!- good…" Tweek said, almost to himself. Craig couldn't help but wonder about the boy who sat across from him. Although he seemed strange, it was interesting to see his reactions. He began to wonder about how the next month would go.