They're lying on their backs in the middle of a vast, open field of grass, staring up into the bright blue sky, watching as the clouds slowly pass over their heads. The pleasant smell of wild flowers and dirt fills their noses as the warm rays of sunlight warm their skin. The calming sound of nature is suddenly interrupted when the blond-haired boy begins to laugh hysterically. His brunette friend turns his head to stare amusedly at the laughing boy, raising an eyebrow when the blonde rolls over, clutching his sides.
"What is so funny?" Craig asks, words dripping with amusement as he tries to hold back his own laughter. Tears are now streaming down Tweek's face as he gasps for much needed air. In a vain attempt to explain, Tweek tries to form words in between his laughter, but is far from succeeding.
Craig snickers, "Fail."
"M-My wh-whole body," laughter interrupts his stuttered speech before Tweek calms down enough to spit out the rest of his sentence, "is tingly!" Tweek's fingers cover his face as he cracks up even harder, curling into a fetal position in the grass.
"You are so weird, Tweekers," Craig murmurs affectionately before rolling onto his side to more comfortably stare at his best friend. It's on days like these that his appreciation for Tweek's beauty skyrockets. His naturally golden hair shimmers when the sunlight strikes it a certain way; the flush across his cheeks gives him a radiant glow of life; when he genuinely laughs, his green eyes gain a mischievous sparkle. Craig's left hand moves on its own accord to brush his fingers through Tweek's soft blonde hair, and almost instantly, the boy's laughter dies as his green eyes gaze into Craig's blue-gray ones.
"You know," Craig lazily speaks, "I really do love you."
Tweek's eyes soften and a small smile appears on his face, "You've been telling me that a lot lately. I appreciate it every single time."
They roll onto their backs once more and watch the fluffy clouds floating in the sky above. After a few moments of silence, Craig snorts and points to a cloud far to the right and says, "That one looks like it's giving the middle finger."
"And that one looks like a mug of coffee," Tweek mutters as his finger points directly above them.
"How do you know its coffee? It could be tea."
"Nah, its coffee. Dark coffee with a little bit of whipped cream on top. And sprinkles."
"You can see sprinkles on a cloud?"
"It's a skill."
A slight pause ensues before abrupt laughter echoes across the field as the boys once again succumb to amusement.