A/N: Oh kay, here's my new story. Rating will go up to M for sex, language, all that. Enjoy!

I don't know when all this started.

Maybe it was all supposed to happen; maybe I just brought this all on myself. I don't even know. He had always been my best friend, always. And he had always been a relatively happy kid. I mean, bad things did happen to him. Like when we were eight, and he was in Peru for God knows how long. I was too busy twitching and screaming because I didn't know where he was to really notice time moving. But, once high school started, his spirit just... went out. Like a light. He was still my best friend of course, but he dropped all of his other friends. He didn't even care about them. All he did was hang out with me, and that was it. I helped him do everything, because by then I had taught myself to stop twitching and switched to decaf coffee, so I was a little more responsible. I had to force him to do his homework so his grades wouldn't plummet. And whenever we were at his house, which was almost never, I cleaned for him so his parents wouldn't get too mad.

But... then it all changed. We never started a relationship, just sort of fell into one. Maybe it was when he started holding my hand, or when he held me too hard, or maybe that night.

It was just like every Friday night in the fall; I came and watched him play in the football games. He was star quarterback, and every game I was there, cheering him on from the sidelines. No matter how cold it got, or how I always by myself, I was there. But that night was a particularly bad night. Something was wrong with Craig, and I didn't know what. He was so quiet, not that he talked much to begin with. But it was a strange silence.

"Craig?" he looked up at me from the passenger seat of my jeep. "Are... you ok?" He just nodded solemnly and looked out the window. He looked so pale, and had dark circles under his eyes. "Look," I suggested, "just stay home tonight. We can rent a movie or something. You don't have to play."

"Tweek, I'm fine." he sighed. "Coach will flip a shit if I don't show up anyway. I better just play and suck it up." I just dropped the subject and left him alone. If he said he'd play, he would. There was no stopping that boy.

But once the game started, it was painfully obvious how bad he was doing. He couldn't run at all. I screamed his name from the sidelines, hoping he would pick up his speed. I knew that the last thing he needed was the coach roaring at him. But it wasn't helping; Craig was doing worse than ever. Suddenly, he stumbled, and crumpled to the ground.

And wouldn't get up.

It only took me about to a second to process what happened before I hopped the fence that separated the stands from the field, and raced across the football field toward Craig. The coach was already crouched over Craig, staring down at him intently, snarling,

"Damnit, kid, get up. Say something!" I shoved him away and bent over Craig.

"Craig... Craig... It's Tweek. You need to get up. You can do this. I know you can. C'mon." The coach scoffed at me, and the two teams circled us, trying to see what had happened. The entire stadium remained silent as I whispered to him. Suddenly, Craig's eyelids began to flutter, and suddenly they popped open. His giant, baby blue eyes stared up at me. I let out a huge sigh of relief.

"Can you get up?" I asked him. He just nodded and I helped him to his feet. The coach, players, and what seemed like the entire stadium went back to being alive. The players ran back to their positions, and the coach went back to screaming at his team.

"Get Tucker out of here," he barked at me. "He doesn't need to be here. Tell him not to come back until he can actually play a game." I nodded, and helped Craig limp out of the stadium. I led him toward the school building, which was next door to the football stadium, and led him into an empty hallway so he could sit down. He collapsed next to the lockers, and let out a heavy sigh.

"Shit. Sorry about that, Tweekers." I smiled when he called me by my nickname. He almost never did anymore.

"It's fine," I said as I sat down to him. "Are you ok? What happened?" Craig pursed his lips and shrugged his shoulders.

"Why did you faint?" Craig didn't look at me, just averted his eyes. "Craig. Tell me." He took a deep breath and sighed,

"I... haven't eaten anything in three days." My eyes snapped open in shock as I turned to him,

"What the fuck?! Why not?!" I gasped. "We need to go get you something to eat!" Craig shook his head,

"Later."

"Why haven't you eaten?!"

"I…," he trailed off.

"Tell me."

"I... broke my mom's lamp by accident... and she said it was my punishment. No food for three days." He whipped his sleeve across his mouth, and looked up at me.

"Craig... that's... not normal." I wasn't all surprised. His parents had always had been a little... off with their parenting techniques. But this was ridiculous.

"I know. But she said if I slept over at you house tonight I could have something. Or if I got home tonight. Which she knows I won't… but at least I can eat tonight." He chewed his thumb nail nervously.

"Are you okay for a moment? I think you need to just sit for a second. But we'll grab something on the way home. Whatever you want, okay?" He nodded back at me, shaking slightly. I draped my arm around him, trying to calm him down.

"Well, explain to me what happened," I said. He looked away, and tapped his fingers against his leg. "When you were playing, I mean."

"I was running. I thought I was. No matter how hard I pushed, I couldn't go faster. Then, I just woke up on the ground. It felt like I was sleeping... I was dreaming."

"About what?"

"All this white light. And this angel... he was talking to me," I shivered against his arm as he talked. "And... it just kept saying thing like, 'You can do it, you can get up'..." I gasped softly. "And then... I opened my eyes, and saw you, only you, and I realized it you, not the angel talking to me...and... And..." he broke off and looked away. I pulled my arm back, and looked at him.

"Tweek... don't look at me with those eyes..."

"What?" Suddenly, silence consumed us both. He just stared at me, his beautiful blue eyes questioning and nervous and full of worry. He leaned across me, pulling my hands into his. He looked down at our hands, and intertwined our fingers together. He just held my hands, like he always did. When were alone, he would sometimes just hold my hand. Not in a gay way, just sometimes he said he needed someone he knew was always there. But... this time I wasn't so sure. He pulled his leg over mine, and straddled me, looking into my eyes. He put his hands across my shoulders, stroking my arms, then leading his hands up to my messy hair, pushing his fingers through it. He let his hands fall down to my face, cradling it softly. He leaned in, just close enough so our noses barely touched. He never broke eye contact, never blinked.

"Craig..." I breathed softly. And that's when he closed the gap between us, locking his lips in mine. I gasped quietly, letting him into my mouth without permission. He arched his back, holding and kissing me. He let go of my face, and grabbed my hand as he pushed his other hand under my shirt. I broke away, gasping for away, as he began to nibble at my ear. I couldn't help myself, and moaned softly. I could feel him snicker. He returned to my lips, kissing me softly as he wrapped his arm around my waist.

"I hope you don't mind..." he whispered into my ear. I shook my head, still in shock. "Do you want to get out of here?" he asked. I nodded, and he pulled me up. We walked out to my car, and I shoved my keys into the ignition. I drove faster than I usually did, speeding down the highway. Craig looked over at me, noticing that I was a tad on edge.

"I'm sorry Tweek... I didn't mean to... you know," he said as he pushed his hand through his hair. "Fuck... I didn't mean to... scare you. I'm sorry." I held my finger up at him as I drove.

"Craig I... I don't... care. You mean more to me than anyone in the entire world and nothing you've ever done has made me upset. In fact... I... liked it." I said. Craig stared at me. Suddenly, he gasped,

"Tweek! You're shaking!" In fact I was. I hadn't even realized I was.

"Oh... sorry. You know I'm a lot calmer now than I was when I kid." Craig smiled,

"I remember when you were like that."

"And just... sometimes when things are a shock, I get a little twitchy again." He smiled and grabbed my hand, and intertwined our fingers together.

"Well... it's good that you liked it. I just so happen to be in love with you, Tweek Tweak." I blinked a few times, trying to digest that. I just let out a laugh,

"I think I may be in love with you too, Craig." The smile that that brought to his face just made me face melt. I hadn't seen him smile like that in years. And even if I didn't actually love him, I still cared for him a lot. And I'd do anything for him just to see him happy again.

"So where would you like to be eating?" I smiled.

"McDonalds, of course." I rolled my eyes. He was absolutely in love with McDonalds. Why, I'd never know. I'd become a vegetarian years ago. Turns out not eating meat helped me calm down too, along with taking ADD medicine and cutting out caffeine. After I had gotten him his food and he began scarfing it down, I pulled out of the parking lot and began driving toward my house. I sipped on my decaf coffee as he asked my through a mouthful of hamburger,

"Are your parents home?" I shook my head,

"They're at some thing in Dever. Trying to open another coffee shop there." Craig smiled again, and rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb.

"Good." I laughed,

"Haha yeah. Just finish your food without spitting it all over my car while you try to talk!" Craig frowned at me.

"I am NOT spitting it everywhere," he said. "Besides, the only other person who is ever in this car is me. And I could care less if my side of the car is messy."

"You're side?!" I snapped. "Who fricking bought this car? And I would prefer it to be clean." He rolled his eyes.

"You're so cute when you're mad."

"Fuck you."

"I know you want to. Just wait till we get home, sweetie." I laughed,

"You faggot." I thought for a moment about what I had said. "Oh God, this makes us gay, doesn't it?' Craig snickered,

"You didn't get that when I was jamming my tongue down your throat?"

"You make it sound so romantic. And no, I'm sorry I wasn't contemplating my sexual identity while you were making out with me."

"I love you, Tweekers," he said as he planted a kiss on my cheek. I let the feeling of the kiss linger for a moment, and pulled up to my house. Craig ran around the side of the car, and pulled me out and cradled me like a baby as he carried me up into my room. He tossed me down onto my huge bed. It was so oversized, and everything on it was made of down. As I fell down into it, it felt like I was on a cloud. The pillows or covers floated around me, dancing and covering me. They flew up in the air again as Craig jumped into the bed with me. He crawled right on top of me, kissing me fiercely. I wrapped my arms around his neck and moaned softly.

"Fuck, Tweek..." he gasped."I... I'm so glad your mine." I kissed his face as he gasped for air.

"As am I, love..." Craig laughed. God, words cannot say how happy I was to hear him laugh again. And his smile made my heart happy. I would do anything for him, just to see that smile again.

"Tweek..." he yawned, "I... shit, I just want your kiss, but I'm just so..." I held him close.

"I understand. Just go to sleep." He pulled me back into his arms, and we held each other as we fell asleep.

And that's probably how this whole fucking mess started.

A/N: This chap was pretty bloody awful but itll get better, don't worry xD

I'll try to update every Friday or so. If I'm way late, but PM me and yell at me. Haha. Review please :) Thank you so much you guys!