Hi! So, I'm going to try to write a decent, longer story.

I don't know how it'll go, but let me know what you think! I hope you enjoy~

A wild mane of blonde hair caught his eye in the sea of students. It sparked his interest but he chose to ignore it, turning away and continuing to walk with his two best friends. They were talking amongst themselves and didn't realize he had stopped. Not that it mattered, they all knew where they were going. It was the end of the day and time for the planning of the annual "let's go watch scary movies at Token's for Halloween" night. Today they had to make sure if they had enough snacks and what movie they wanted to watch. Just the three of them, like they've been doing since elementary school. This year was no different.

"Hey guys, do you think this time I could bring Nichole to the movie night?" Token asked, not bothering to turn to his friends.

Well, that's different.

Clyde scoffed. "Whoa, what? It's only been the three of us since fourth grade! That's like ruining tradition!" The brunette flailed his arms around trying to elicit a response from their friend. Token shot an annoyed look towards the more… outspoken of the group. Sighing, Mr. Outspoken scratched the back of his neck. "I mean… If you really want to. I know you care about her bro, but.." He pushed his hand through his hair. "I mean.. Ugh. I don't care. Go for it." Giving a toothy grin, the boy flung an arm around both his friends. "Who am I to stop such a beautiful relationship?" He said, laughing.

Token smiled in response. "Thanks Clyde. What about you, Craig? Do you care?"

The quietest of the group raised an eyebrow at the question and pushed Clyde's arm off his shoulders. Shaking his head, the raven-haired boy pulled out a cigarette. "Do what you want." He said flatly, lighting the stick with his favorite lighter. Token nodded with a smile on his face and pulled out his phone to text his girlfriend.

"Oh man, if Token's bringing a chick, I want to too!" Clyde yelled as they reached the rich boy's car. The brunette climbed into the back and pulled out his phone. "Bebe, no... Wendy, taken… Red, nah." Groaning loudly, the boy sprawled himself out in the backseat. "Man, there's no girls I'd ever want to date at this school." Craig pondered his best friend's statement. The girls at Park County High weren't all that bad looking but the raven had to agree. Not that he was really looking though. He didn't really care about girls. Not that he was gay or anything. He just found all his attention drawn to one person. Not that he like-

Token's voice knocked Craig from his thoughts. "You wanna bring anyone?" He said, opening the windows so the smoke from Craig's cigarette didn't linger in his expensive car. They were driving and already close to Token's mansion. The apathetic boy didn't reply and just grabbed his stuff when they stopped, walking towards the elegant front doors.

"Craig."

Pausing, said boy turned back to his friends, an eyebrow cocked.

Clyde scratched his neck again, nervous. "I- uh. Me and Toke- crap. Um.." Craig waited, expectantly. The brunette looked to his taller friend for guidance but Token just shrugged and gave him an apologetic look. Clyde sighed. "We were worried about you.. Since, you know.. Girls have been basically throwing themselves at you and you're just pushing them off like.." He paused again, looking for the right word. "Like.."

Craig raised his middle finger in response, the flat expression still lingering on his face. "I don't want to date any of those girls." He replied with no tone to his voice.

Cringing, the most talkative of the three looked at a loss for words. He looked to Token again for help. The taller looked back at Craig with a careful look on his face. "We've noticed how distracted you've been lately." Huh, they have noticed, Craig thought. "And we know you. You obviously…" He paused, choosing his next words very precisely. "Like someone…" Token said slowly. Furrowing his brow, Craig waited for either of the two boys to continue speaking.

There was an uncomfortable silence until someone finally yelled. "So who is it?" Clyde ran to his best friend and tugged on his arm, a sly grin plastered on his face. The boy just shook him off and crushed his cigarette under his shoe. "Oh come on, Craig! You gotta tell your best buds! Or at least me." The brunette stage whispered the final part, causing Token to roll his eyes. The apathetic boy flipped them both off but smirked anyways. He loved his friends and all, but he didn't know how kindly they'd take to the news of the big bad wolf of their group maybe having feelings for a twitchy blonde in their grade. He wasn't even sure if he actually did like the blonde like that. And even if he did, he was pretty sure the boy didn't feel the same. They haven't really conversed since middle school.

A loud sigh emitted from Craig's left. "Fine Craig. We will get it out of you though." Clyde said, winking and skipping into Token's house. As Token passed the quiet boy, he placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled a warm smile before following the eccentric boy into his house. Craig sighed and followed them, a small smile on his face as he a certain blonde raced through his thoughts.

With a thermos desperately clutched in his shaking hand, Tweek quickly walked home. The poor boy had gotten after school detention for shrieking in English again. It wasn't fair, he couldn't help it. Looking around for anyone nearby, the boy continued to walk. He tried to avoid everyone. Especially today. He felt like everyone was watching him, everyone was on to him. Today, in art, Clyde Donovan, one of the most popular guys in school that hasn't talked to him since middle school and is best friends with.. Well, Clyde Donovan talked to him today and it freaked him out. All Tweek was doing was shading a flower pot he had drawn yesterday when the boy looked over and said, "Wow! That looks really cool. You're good at art, Tweek!" It caused the frail blonde to shriek and babble something that no one understood. He didn't even remember what he said, but it was weird. That whole experience was just weird and he didn't like it. Did aliens come down from earth and take him over? Were they pretending to be nice to him so they could suck out his brains too?! "Oh Jesus!" Tweek shrieked, grabbing his hair and pulling it. He wasn't safe here anymore.

"Tweek!"

"OH GOD!" Whirling around, the blonde hurled his thermos at the voice. He buried his face in his scarf until he decided it was safe enough to look up. Two boys stood there, one of them rubbing his arm where Tweek assumed his thermos had struck and the other looking at the blonde with a goofy grin on his face. The one rubbing his arm was wearing a blue chullo with a little puffball on it which was mostly covering his black hair and the other was brunette and wearing a red sweater with a high blue collar. The two were basically the same height; the brunette standing maybe an inch or two shorter.

Craig Tucker and Clyde Donovan.

The blonde's eyes went from boy to boy rapidly. The brunette had a soft expression as he bent down to grab Tweek's thermos but Tweek knew the aliens had gotten to him already. He wasn't sure about the other one. The raven was frowning but he didn't look angry. Maybe he was safe. "I-I know you've been taken over by- GAH!- aliens!" Tweek yelled at Clyde, attempting to look angry.

Clyde laughed and handed the blonde his thermos. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Nng- That's the only reason you'd talk to me!" Grabbing his thermos, Tweek turned to run but someone grabbed his messenger bag. The frail boy shrieked as he was pulled back towards the larger boys.

It was Craig who pulled him back. Tweek blushed. Clyde nudged his friend next to him and Craig looked… flustered? The blonde was confused and stared at the larger boy. He had a lot of muscle on him from all the fights he got into over the years. His eyes were gray-blue, revealing nothing. He had a defined face and nice hair and-

"Tweek?" Ignore. Just keep looking at the pretty boy in front of you. "Tweeeeek?" The voice continued. But the blonde paid no attention, he just kept staring at Craig and Craig stared back, a look of longing flashing in his eyes. Tweek gasped. Emotion!

Clyde sighed and smiled knowingly. "Craig?" He tried since the blonde obviously wasn't about to give him the light of day. He was okay with that though because all of Tweek's attention was focused on the real reason they sought the blonde out. Craig had filled Token and Clyde in on his "maybe-sort-of" feelings for the twitchy kid and Clyde couldn't have been more ecstatic. He was willing to go to the ends of the earth to get these two together and so he dragged the larger, apathetic boy out of Token's house with a sing-songy good-bye to their friend.

"Aren't you gonna ask Tweek something, Craig?"

The larger boy finally tore his gaze away from the bright green orbs he had gotten so lost in to glare at his best friend. "Do you.." He looked back to Tweek, nervously. "Want to.." Shoving his hands in his pockets, Craig tried to find the right words. "Fuck," he sighed.

"WHAT?!" The frail boy shrieked, shaking. He looked at Craig like he was crazy before looking at the ground and grabbing his hair.

Realizing what he had said, panic rose in the normally apathetic boy. "Th- That's not what I meant!" He yelled, putting his hands on the smaller boy in an attempt to comfort him. He heard Clyde cracking up next to him and flipped him off before quickly putting his hand back on the blonde. "Tweek." He basically whispered. The blonde looked back up at him, fear in his eyes. Craig looked sad and let go of him. "I'm sorry…" Tweek shook his head and lightly touched Craig's arm which he visibly flinched at. "I.. Do you want to come to Token's house tomorrow night for a movie?" The monotonous voice was back and his eyes were unreadable again.

Tweek twitched. "M-Me? Go hang out with you guys?!" He was back to normal Tweek as well. Clyde had long since stopped laughing and was now giving the blonde a soft smile. Craig was just looking at him. Frowning, Tweek realized he couldn't tell what the black-haired boy was thinking, even though that boy could probably see right through him. "I- uh.. Might have to- work! But I'll let you know!" Grinning at the larger boy, the blonde shakily pulled out his phone.

Craig looked confused and Tweek just blankly looked at him. "Give him your number, dumbass." Clyde smirked from the side. "Here Tweek, take mine since Craig's too dumb to notice you're trying to get his digits." The boy pulled out his cell phone, winking at the smaller one.

"O- Okay.." Tweek replied, handing Clyde his phone. The exchanged numbers as Craig looked on, annoyed and jealous of his friend. Once Tweek's phone was safely back in the blonde's hands, Craig flipped his best friend off and held his phone out to Tweek, nervously. The small boy just smiled shyly and they exchanged numbers as well. "I guess I'll- GAH- see you g-guys tomorrow!" With a shaky hand and a smile, he waved good-bye to his once again friends.

The two others walked the opposite direction to head to their own homes. Grinning wider than usual, the brunette patted the black haired boy's back. "Hey, good job buddy!" In response, Craig let out a heavy, relieved sigh. "Aren't you glad I dragged you out of Token's house now? Not only might little Tweekie come to the movie tomorrow, but you got his digits too!" The barely larger boy blushed at the nickname for the twitchy blonde. "Damn, I should be like a love doctor or something!" Clyde smiled, looking up to the sky and tapping a finger to his chin. "Dr. Clyde Donovan, specializing in loooove~" He continued leaning towards his best friend slyly.

Smirking, Craig pushed the laughing boy away. "Fuck you, Clyde." They turned to each other, smiles on both of their faces. "But thanks."

"Mom!" Tweek yelled, barging through his front door.

The woman washing dishes in the Tweak household turned around to look at her son. "Oh, hello Tweek!" She said, a warm smile on her face as she dried her hands off and approached the growing teenager to hug him. Tweek was about her height, but they both fell about a foot below Craig. A shaky smile grew on the blonde's face as he thought of the apathetic boy. It grew as he remembered the look that sparked in his grey-blue eyes, even if it was gone a second later. Tweek twitched, causing his mother to step back and look at her son. "What is it?"

The blonde looked nervous as he stood there, looking at the ground and shaking. "D-Do I have to- geh- work tomorrow?" He asked, looking up at his mother with a look of hope in his apple green eyes.

"That's a question for your father, honey. If it was my choice, you wouldn't need to." The brunette woman smiled at her son and turned to make her son a cup of coffee.

The blonde boy looked at his mother, frustrated. Taking the cup she offered him, Tweek raced to their living room to find his father. He vaguely remembered his father telling him that their coffee shop, Tweek Bros., was going to be closed that day so Tweek's father should be watching television or reading the newspaper. His parents were almost never around, so he was thankful that they coincidentally chose today to close the shop and be home because Tweek had a question to ask.

Or god, what if they said no? Then his chances of being friends with all of them again was shot! Craig's group was the only group he felt comfortable around. When they drifted from Tweek in middle school, he was devastated and chose to stay away from everyone. No other people can bring joy to him like Token, Clyde, and Craig. Especially Craig. Craig was the reason he decided to hang out with them in the first place. He always felt some sort of strange attraction to the apathetic boy, even back in elementary school. The blonde still didn't know what exactly that attraction was, all he could say was that he's never felt that way about anyone else. And that kind of scared the frail boy. The feelings never went away after middle school and that scared him even more. Whenever he saw Craig, his heart raced, his pulse quickened, blah-blah. Like what they portray as movie love. But Tweek wasn't in love with Craig. That's impossible. Sure, Tweek doesn't know what love is, but it's not what he feels towards the apathetic boy. He wasn't even sure they were really feelings. Just, maybe-sort-of feelings..

"Son?" His father said, staring at his son questioningly. Tweek's racing thoughts subsided as he stared, wide-eyed, back at his father. "Son, you've just been standing there shaking for the past five minutes." Hearing this, the blonde shrieked from embarrassment. "What is it?"

Okay, here goes. "CanIgotoToken'shousetomorrowtowatchamoive?" Tweek yelled, a little too quickly. His father just stared back him, expectantly. "Can I-" Taking in a deep breath before continuing, the blonde tried again. "Go to.. A friend's tomorrow?" He didn't realize he was clenching his eyes shut until he opened one to look at his father. Richard Tweek just turned back to his paper.

"Sure, but you'll have to work on Sunday instead." The older man said softly. "And be safe or else you'll be grounded. Grounded, like a nice cup of Tweek Bros. coffee on a summer morning-"

Tweek was too ecstatic to listen to his father's metaphor. Turning on his heel and almost spilling his coffee that he forgot he had, the boy ran up to his room to text Craig. Or would that seem too desperate? Maybe he should just leave Craig to wonder if Tweek was going and then surprise him by showing up? Or maybe that would just piss Craig off. Oh god, Tweek didn't want to piss Craig off! Maybe he should text Clyde. But then what if they think that Tweek likes Clyde?! He doesn't like Clyde like that! But he doesn't like Craig like that either! Or maybe he does? No, he doesn't! Or, does he? GAH THIS WAS TOO MUCH PRESSURE!

He settled on texting both Craig and Clyde to avoid any suspicion that he favored either of them more than the other. Which he didn't, the voice in his head added for good measure.

Tweek: hey, I can go tmrw

That seems straight forward and not at all awkward, Tweek thought, so he sent it. After about a minute of no reply from either boys, the blonde began to shake. Did they change their minds? Do they not actually want him to come?! Maybe they're thinking of a way to break it to him that they didn't want him there anymore. Or even worse, the aliens had gotten to Craig too! He knew Clyde was infected. After earlier he figured that Clyde wasn't, but now he knows. Oh God, Craig! Not Craig! The blonde jumped up thinking he needed to help the apathetic boy when his phone vibrated, causing him to jump. He nervously checked it.

Clyde ;) : sweeeet! see you there little tweekie 3

The blonde blushed at the nickname and the fact that the brunette put a winking face after his name in Tweek's phone. Clyde was so… Tweek didn't even know. Clyde was fun and weird and nice, so Tweek decided he liked Clyde. And Clyde is still Clyde and has not been abducted by aliens. As Tweek stood in his room, smiling at his phone, it vibrated again. Shrieking, the blonde flung it.

Rolling his eyes and sighing at his own paranoia, Tweek went over to pick up his poor phone when it vibrated again. And again. Confused, the blonde checked his three unread messages. One was from Clyde again.

Clyde ;) : did you tell the big bad wolf? ;D

He assumed the "big bad wolf" was Craig, so he replied with a simple "yup." And went to check his other two texts. They were both from the same person.

Craig: Cool.

Craig: Can't wait to see you there then.

Craig couldn't wait to see him? Oh god, what was that even supposed to mean!? Maybe Craig felt… No. Nope. That was impossible. There was no way Craig Tucker had feelings. Especially not towards a twitchy, annoying kid like Tweek. Tweek was obnoxious and loud while Craig was quiet and frightening. It would be impossible for Craig to ever, ever like Tweek like Tweek potentially-kind-of liked Craig. The blonde thought back to the glimmer of longing in the apathetic boy's eyes.

Okay, maybe not impossible.

Tweek: same :)

Craig sat in his bed, wondering what he had just done. Maybe it sounded a little desperate what he had said to Tweek. But it was too late to turn back now. Sighing, the boy rolled over in his bed and looked at the dresser across the room. His guinea pig, Stripe, sat happily in it, nibbling away at a piece of carrot. Craig smiled a little and checked his phone. "Same?" The boy thought as he read over the message the blonde sent him. He felt weird. Excited. All Craig knew was that he was really excited for tomorrow's movie night.

And he hoped Tweek was too.

If people actually get excited about this and can't wait for more, I'm sorry if the updates are slow Dx

But if you did enjoy it, please let me know! Or just let me know what you think anyways. I'd love to hear feedback c:

See you next time~