A/N: This is actually the prequel to Bathroom Confessions. I had no intentions of continuing the story but some interest was shown so here we go.

Craig Tucker trudged up up the stairs to his bedroom. He was tired, exausted even. He entered the room and flopped onto his bed. Snuggling down into his well worn Red Racer sheets he began to drift off when is phone buzzed. Jesus fucking Christ. He thought and gave an audible sigh. Before he could fish his phone out is buzzed two more times.

You have 3 unread messages.

Fat Ass: Hey fag. Down to party? Tokens dad is going on a business trip and he is going to have a party tonight.

Token: Hey can you score some smk? I need as much as you can get. Meet at City Wok in an hour to give you $$$

Tweek :) : Hey man. Do you work tonight?

Craig groaned and sat up.

To Cartman: Wtf. who turns up on a thursday?

To Token: How much we talkin and when do you need it

To Tweek: Nah whats up?

After replying to his messages his phone rang.

"The fuck Cartman?" He answered in an annoyed tone.

"Sup fag? So you down or not? Dude its gonna be soo kewel!"

"Dude, don't you think we are getting a little old for this?"

"Man we're seventeen. There is no time like the now. YOLO and shit. Besides Token said your bringing the smoke."

"Oh that's what you want. Fuck you." Craig finished and hung up as he entered his bathroom. He went back to reading his messages while he began to strip for his shower.

You have 3 unread messages

Fat Ass: pft the kewel kids duh. so you commin or not. dont be a fag.

Token: Like $300?

Tweek :): not much. There is the party at Tokes place. I was thinking of going if i can swing it. wtf is up with thursday parties

Craig closed out his messages and opened Pandora and began scrolling through his stations. Punks Not Dead? Nah. Good Charlotte? Not today. Dubmix? Yeah no. "Shuffle it is." He let out a breath and stepped into the steaming water. He closed is eyes and let his mind drift to the thought that have been plaguing him the most. Thoughts of his boyfriend. How could something so simple, so easy, turn out to be so complex? They have been "together" for over seven years, but about four months ago it just... changed. He close his eyes and let his mind drift back to that day at Stark's Pond.

"Is the whole god damn town here?" Eric Cartman's voice penetrated the dull roar of the party goers at Stark's Pond.

"No shit fat ass its the last big party of the summer." Kyle answered grabbing a cup of beer from the keg.

"K-Kyle? I think S-S-Stan is going off the deep end." Tweek stammered. He had been in control of his nerves and stuttering for years now but when the pressure gets too intense it sneaks back up. Tweek sat up from where he had hos head rested on Craig's lap and pointed anout 20 yards over.

Craig stroked Tweek's hair to sooth him. "Yeah man. Wendy is over there making out with Clyde."

"God damn it." Kyle murmured getting off the blanket. "Stan! Stan put down the damn bottle!" He took off and tried to calm an already drunk Stan.

"Man," Tweek sighed. "They are so bad for each other. Wh-Why do the keep doing it?"

"Oh im sooooory not everyone can have the perfect Creek relationship." Wendy shot as she pulled the drunk Stan toward a quieter part of the pond.

"Fuck off skank." Cartman shot off.

"I-Its ok Wendy." Tweek stuttered. "I-I should mind my own business."

Craig flipped Wendy off. "Don't talk to my boyfriend like that."

"O-oh yeah." Stan hiccuped. "Fuck you Craig. Fuck your boyfriend too. What are you gonna 'bout it? Huh?" He took a stumbling step forward.

"Stan. I will fuck you up."

"Up the ass? Fuck you fag."

"God hes such a dick when he drinks." Kyle murmured.

"Fuck you Jew!" Stan wobbled forward and reach for Tweek's drink spilling it all over the boy and subsequently Craig who was wrapped protectively around him.

Craig rushed forward and held Stan by the shirt collar. "Don't you fucking touch him Stan Marsh. I will fuck you up so bad."

"God stay away from my ass. Fag." Stan said trying to pull away from Craig's grip.

Craig shoved Stan against a nearby tree and hurled a fist to his face. Stan rushed forward and knocked him to the ground. They rolled in the grass hitting anything they came into contact with.

"Why does this happen every God damn time!" Kyle yelled as he worked with Tweek to peel the boys apart.

"C-C-Craig please stop!" Tweek begged and tried to pull him away from Stan.

Craig rolled on top of Stan and got one last punch in before he was successfully pulled off by Kyle. "Fuck you man! You just got your ass kicked by a 'fag'!"

"Come on Craig." Tweek reached his shaking hand and grabbed Craig's arm. He led him away from the shouting that ensued after the brawl. "I-I can't believe you did this again."

"Im not going to let anyone talk to you like that." Craig wiped his hands on his muddy jeans and tested the tender spot on his head.

"Sit." Tweek commanded and pointed at a bench. Craig obeyed. "Now hold still." Tweek took off his jacket and began to wipe mud out of a cut on Craig's face."Your going to have a black eye."

"I know." Craig replied and looked up at Tweek. His breath caught in his throat. The sun had set sometime during the scuffle and now only the dusky mix of the setting sun and bright moon illuminated the area. Has he always looked like this? When did his eyes get that Green? Do all his cloths smell like coffee and ... sunshine? Craig wondered to himself as he inhaled the scent of the jacket pressed to his face. Am I really gay?

"I don't know why you keep doing this. You know... One day you won't be there to protect me Craig." Sadness crept into Tweek's voice. "We can't pretend forever."

"I will always be there for you." Craig stared into his eyes. Trying to fathom how someone could have eyes so impossibly green.

"There. Thats as good as its going to get." Tweek pulled away and surveyed Craig's cleaned off face. "What?" He asked noticing Craig staring at him.

Craig stood up and looked down at Tweek. He moved to close the distance never breaking eye contact. Never saying a word. The world seemed to move in slow motion as Craig moved his face down to meet Tweek's. Tweek stared wide eyed as he felt Craig's lips press against his. Tweek stood rigid as a bored.

I'm dreaming. This isn't possible. Tweek thought and closed his eyes. Leaning into the kiss. If this is the last kiss I ever get I can die happy. He sighed and wrapped his arms around Craig's neck.

A second lated Craig's head snapped up. "I-I'm sorry." he murmured. "Let's get back to the others." He took Tweek's hand and lead him back to the party.

Craig's thoughts were interrupted when his ears picked up a line from the music playing. "Don't waste your time on me. You're already the voice in side my head. I miss you."

"Well that's fitting." Craig murmured as he turned off the water and began to towel off.

You have 2 unread messages

Token: Hey man. City Wok in 10?

Tweek :): Unless you don't want too. I know we haven't really hung out solo in awhile. We can Red Racer marathon. Like the good ol days?

Craig sighed and typed and retyped his response to Tweek until it felt right.

To Tweek: Party sounds good. Feeling social for a change.

To Token: omw

Craig pulled on a pair of jeans and a navy flannel from the clean pile on the floor. "Mom I'm going out! I have to work the late shift tonight!"

"Kay honey see you tomorrow!" His mom called as he walked out the door.

Craig pulled out a smoke and lit up as he made his way to City Wok. He pulled out his phone and punched in Kenny's number. "Hey man."

"Craig the man. You coming tonight? I think Ill take bets on the fight this time." Kenny's voice came from the phone.

"No fights tonight man." Craig chucked. " Listen I need your help scoring some bud."

"How much?"

"Like $300 worth of the shit. Idk what the hell Token wants to do with it but he has me tapping out my guy."

"Let me know how much your short and I'll get the cash from you."

"Kay. I'll let you know." Craig tapped the screen to end the call and the picture of Tweek he had as his background caught his eye. It was taken shortly after their kiss at the pond and it was his favorite. It captured the same glow his eyes had that night.

The door to the restaurant opened he was greeted by Mr. Kim. Token waved to him from their usual booth. "I got you your Mu Shu Pork. Here is your change." Token took out his wallet and handed Craig three hundred dollar bills wrapped in a single one dollar bill and the receipt for the meal. "Thanks for spotting me." He smiled.

"Any time man." Craig replied and dug into his dinner. "So what is up with the Thursday party kick?"

"Changing the game fool. You and Tweek coming?"

"Yeah. I am but he has to see if he can get off. He closes on Thursdays." Craig replied around a mouth full of noodles.

"That's lame. Bebe is bringing the Booze and Wendy and some of the other Raisins girls are bringing some food at the end of their shifts."

"Nice. Well I have a mission to get started on." Craig stood and gave a salute to Token before sauntering out the door.

Craig walked down the street towards the coffee shop. The sun was starting to set and he speed up. Token would want his product before the guests arrived. As the coffee shop came into view Craig felt the butterflies come into his stomach. Jesus. Get it together man. You have only been dating this fool for 7 years. He pushed open the door. "Hey babe." He called to the blonde behind the counter.

Tweek smiled and continued to talk to the older lady at the register. "Here you go Deborah." He smiled and handed her the coffee. "Hey babe. Whats up?" He said turning his attention to Craig.

"Can I get my coffee?" He smiled and batted lashes at Tweek. "You coming tonight?"

"I can't. Mom and Dad are going to Denver for a coffee convention. Who has a conventions on a Thursday?" He frowned and handed Craig a steaming cup.

"Huh. Maybe Token is on to something. Seems to be a trend." An awkward silence settled over them.

"So," Tweek started breaking the silence. "You still going tonight?"

"Yeah." Craig stated not meting his eyes. "Just feeling like getting out of the house."

"You can come over to my house..."

"Nah its cool," Craig stood and put a dollar on the table. "I'll catch you later."

"Bye." Tweek said to his boyfriend's retreating form.

Craig hated being distant but it was all so... strange. He didn't like the feelings he had when they were alone. Or did he? Whatever it was he wasn't prepared to deal with it. He sent Kenny a text to meet him at the U-Store It near Token's house for the exchange. It went smooth and Craig made his way to Token's Place. Night had set in and the cold air whipped the smoke from Craig's cigarette around his face. He stomped it out as he reached the door and knocked.

"Hey Craig," Bebe smiled and let him in. "Token is getting ready. Do you want a drink?" She asked as she bent over into the cooler to pull out a beer. The deeper she went the more her skirt rode up coming dangerously close to exposing her ass. She pulled one out and handed it to him. She wiped her wet hand down her body to dry it off. Droplets of water moving from her hand down her exposed cleavage.

"Thanks Bebe." He popped the top and took a deep drink. When did he stop finding Bebe hot? Just last year he was thinking how good it would be to pound her into next week. Now he just thought here skimpy clothing was pathetic.

"You ok?" she asked and slid over on the couch inviting him to sit. "Is Tweek coming?"

"No, he has to watch the shop." Craig said disinterested.

"Oh good. You're MUCH funner when he is not around." She giggle and put her hand on his arm, squeezing her boobs together.

Much funner makes you sound stupid. Craig thought and took another swig. "Really? I think he brings out the best in me."

"Come on Craig. I know your not gay." She pressed herself agains his side. "I've seen the way you look at me." She purred and slid her hand up his thigh.

"Bebe. What the hell." He stared blankly at her hand.

"Oh Craig-"

"Bitch where's my money?" A voice called from above.

"I don't have the money." Craig called. He flung Bebe's hand off his leg and stood up. "But I do have your product." He passed the baggies to Token who had finally made it down the stairs. "Dude. When did you get a PA system in your house?"

"About a year ago. Mom got tired of yelling for me and walkie talkies are tacky." Token responded and began to prep and roll his new stash. "This is going to be lit. I am hoping you and Stan can just get high and hug it out instead of drinking all my beer and getting blood on my couch."

"Well Tweek won't be here to drag him down," Bebe chimed in. She began stretching her arms causing her shirt to lift and expose a pieced navel. The flower charm dangled and winked at him in the light.

I really should be at least a little hard right now... Craig thought and looked right through her. His mind on the boy behind the counter at the coffee shop. He was so lost in thought he didn't notice his beer had gone warm and Token's house was now packed. Craig got up and reached for another beer. It seemed like all the juniors from their class were there and most of the senior kids too. The air was hot, stifling and filled with the stench of pot.

"Craaaaig!" Heidi waved from her spot on the floor next to Cartman. "Come play!"

He eyed the empty vodka bottle warily. He shrughed and sat down between Kyle and Nicole. It was Wendy's turn. With the flick of her wrist the bottle spun round and round until it stopped on Jimmy. "Jimmy. Truth or Dare?" She licked her lips thinking of something for both.

"Dare." He answered with no hesitation.

"I dare you to race Stan in shotgunning a beer!" Stan rose and fetched two beers. "Ready? 1...2...3!" Both boys cracked their cans and beer rained on the small group as they cheered for the boys. Stan was the first to down his and crush it on his head.

"Fuck yeah!" Stan roared.

"Ah well." Jimmy smiled and spun the bottle. It wobbled and spun of kelter and landed on Heidi. "T-Truth or dare?"

"Truth." she reaponded resolutely.

Jimmy contemplated his question for a moment and grinned at Cartman. "Heidi. If you could have a one night stand with anyone in this circle who would it be?"

Cartman took a pull off his beer not bothering to contain his shit eating grin. "Oh thats easy." Heidi started with out thinking. "Craig."

"What?" Craig and Cartman said in unison. "What the hell Heidi?" Cartman barked. "You're such a slut."

"Eric its just a game." Heidi rolled her eyes and spun the bottle. She continued to argue while it spun. "Truth or dare?" she asked not bothering to notice who it landed on.

Craig froze. "Truth." He said in his most neutral voice and took a calming drink of his beer.

"Do you want to fuck my girlfriend?" Cartman yelled over the noise of the circle.

"Fuck you fat ass. Heidi what is my question."

"Have you and Tweek ever had sex? I have been dieing to know." She gushed.

"I... I uh...Dare?"

"No no no. You said Truth." Kyle chimed in.

"Yeah gay wad. Just admit to being a butt pirate and lets move on." Cartman chimed in.

"No way. I'm not talking. Its not fair to Tweek."

"Fine." Heidi pouted. "Then you have to make out with me." She got to her knees and began moving toward Craig.

"Like hell!" Cartman growled and pulled Heidi back down. "Fuckin kiss Bebe or someone else!"

"Ok!" Bebe called from the other side of the room and bounded over. She was drunk at this point and her skirt was so far up her ass was hanging out the bottom. "Come here Craig." She purred.

"No way." he said in a surprisingly indifferent voice. Nothing like how he was really feeling. "I'm not cheating on my boyfriend."

"Then tell us about your sex life." Heidi called from Cartman's lap.

"Fine." He sighed. "Come here Bebe."

Bebe stepped into the middle of the circle to join Craig. She pushed her chest forward and pressed her body into Craig's before his lips met hers. He put both hands on her shoulders and atempted to pull away. The cat calls from the croud around them got louder as more people joined. Craig continued to pull away while Bebe pushed harder still. He took a step back and felt the floor roll beneath him bringing him crasing down with Bebe on top of him.

"Yeah. Get it Bebe!" A indistinguishable voice called out and more joined in with various other quips.

"Guys! Craig and Bebe are getting it on over here!" Cartman's voice pierced the fog of noise.

Craig could feel the panic rising in his chest. His thought flew to Tweek. His beautiful emerald eyes smiling at him that night at the pond. His soft lips pressed against his. The sweet bitter smell of coffee. Thats when the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. I should be with him. Fuck this place. Craig rolled over on top of Bebe and popped up.

"All right Craig. Spin the damn bottle." Cartman rolled the bottle to Craig's feet.

"I don't think so." Craig began to gater his stuff.

"Ey!" Carman shouted. "You can't just leave."

Craig fumed. He took the bottle spun it and by fate it landed on Cartman. "Truth or Dare fat ass?"

"Dare." He challenged.

"Break up with Heidi."

"What? Dude no. Truth."

"Are you a virgin?"

"Pfft. What kind question is that."

Heidi crossed her arms. "Answer the question Eric."

Craig found his jacket and hat. He heared Cartman and Heidi having a screaming match. As he reached the door he stopped raised his middle finger in the air and said, "Skrew you guys. I'm going home."

The cold November night air bit through Craig's flanel hoodie as he hunched against the cold. He made is way though the the deserted streets to his house. He stopped briefly at the coffee shop to see if Tweek was still there. There was a faint light coming from the back but Craig had closed up shop enough to know it was always on. He gave an audible sigh and continued home. Thinking of how to tell Tweek about this crazy night tomorrow at school. And, more importantly, how to tell him he might possibly be in love with him.