Craig knew he was being creepy, but he couldn't help it.

Usually he was able to pay attention, to do his work like a good little boring student. But today was not a usual day. Today, he couldn't stop starring at his best friend, Tweek. Or rather, he couldn't stop starring at the clumsily buttoned shirt of the wild haired boy. Specifically, he couldn't stop starring at his chest and stomach. He would say he was fascinated, but considering how gay this already looked, he refused to admit it, but not to stop looking.

Tweek Tweak had abs. Like, nice abs. As if the guy spent time in the weight room, pumping iron like the other sports players at the school. But Craig knew that wasn't the case, because that's what he did, and he had never in his entire seventeen years of life seen Tweek take a single step into the place. He was almost positive that Tweek didn't even know the weight room existed.

It was annoying him beyond comprehension.

He didn't realize he was, however, until about half-way through their lunch period. They were sitting at their usual table, in their usual spots, eating squares of pizza. Clyde was to his right, then him in the center, with Cartman on his left, and across the table was Stan, Tweek, and Kyle. When he realized he was annoyed, he spoke up.

"Tweek." This earned him a startled jerk, the twitchy boy looking up at him from his sandwich, being the only one of the six to pack have packed his lunch. "Why the fuck do you have abs? Or any muscle at all? I've never seen you in the weight room, I know you don't play any sports for the school or otherwise, and I know for a fact you have no weights in your house."

Tweek opened his mouth to answer, but was interrupted by Cartman. "Well, you see, Craig," he began, "you know how a shake weight works, right?"

Craig raised an eyebrow, looking at the other suspiciously. "I guess so. Why?" Shake weights were those weird, totally phallic free weights that a lot of women used to work out. If he remembered right, Stan's mom had had one for a while. Speaking of Stan, the teen looked less than thrilled this topic had come up. He hated those things with a passion though no-one really knew why.

Cartman had the attention of the entire table now, all of them starring at the fat teen, waiting for him to continue. "You know that the shaking does something to a persons muscles, it makes them stronger or whatever. Now, look at our dear friend Tweek." He put out a hand towards the trembling blonde. "He shakes all the fucking time. He is his own shake weight. I bet they got the idea for it by watching him."

Craig thought about this as he unconsciously reached over and slapped the back of Cartman's head as punishment for freaking out the spastic teen while Stan and Kyle quickly reassured him that he wasn't actually being watched. He ignored the indignant 'Ay!' that followed the hit, supposing that what Cartman had said did make some sense, but it didn't answer everything.

"Okay," he finally conceded, getting them all to look at him now, "That explains why his arms and legs aren't noodles, but it doesn't explain that." He pointed at Tweek's stomach for emphasis.

This time, Tweek managed to answer first. "That's from h-how often I tighten my stomach. I-I get so nervous so o-often that my body gets really t-tense and I walk around lik-ngh-like that. It's the one good thing all this s-shaking as done for me," he answered, picking at the crust of his sandwich.

There were a few understanding 'oh's around the table and the boys returned to their food, Cartman still grumbling about everyone being assholes.

After lunch, Craig grabbed Tweek's hand and pulled him along into the empty gymnasium and into the boy's locker room.

"U-Um, Craig?" Tweek asked, shaking hard. "W-What are you doing? We're going to be-" He was stopped when he felt Craig's fingers brush lightly against his toned stomach. His face turned bright red and he squeaked.

"Hmm... I have decided that I like this," Craig declared, nodding to himself.

Tweek stared at him in utter confusion as the taller of the two knelt down in front of him and began to fix the buttons on his shirt.

"What are y-you doing now...?" he whimpered, unsure how exactly to feel about the situation he now found himself in.

Craig smiled at him. "Well, I can't just let everyone ogle you, now can I?" He straightened, then helped Tweek to his feet, wrapping his arm around the other and pulling him against his chest. "Sorry, but I'm a bit territorial."

"Ter-ack!-Territorial?"

"The thing is, Tweek, I may or may not be a bit gay," Craig informed him, his voice flat and empty, as though this was the most boring and obvious thing he could have ever said in his entire life.

Tweek's eyes widened slightly. This was certainly not what he would have thought to hear his best friend say. Especially to him.

"Basically, if I am gay, I'm absolutely gay for you," Craig continued. He chuckled when Tweek squealed in response. "To be fair, I don't know if you feel the same way about me or not, and I really won't force you to do anything, but if you think you might be gay too... Well, I for one, will not complain if you want to date me."

Silence filled the air between them, but Craig knew it wasn't an awkward or uncomfortable one. It was just Tweek's thinking silence. Lost in his own thoughts of how great it would be to have Tweek agree, he didn't realize the teen in his arms had made a decision until he felt soft, hesitant lips touch his.

He looked down immediately, seeing Tweek giving him a shy smile.

"O-Okay," he agreed.

Craig's heart melted at the look and he attacked the blonde, kissing him wherever he could reach, making Tweek squeal and giggle against him.

Once satisfied (for now) with the flurry of kisses, he grabbed Tweek's hand and proudly led the way to the class they were both now ten minutes late for. He didn't care, and for once neither did Tweek.

The teacher was turned away when they entered, flopping into their desks which were side by side. The grins plastered across both their faces did nothing to help the suspicious looks being shot at them from their friends.

After school, Stan his his gang watched Craig and Tweek walk out of the building, hand and hand. To be completely fair, this wasn't an uncommon thing, as Craig often would grab Tweek's hand and led him out to keep them from getting separated in the crazy rush to escape once the final bell rang. But the smiles made all the difference in the world.

Kenny watched them disappear out the door, then turned to his three friends. "(What the fuck did I miss at lunch?)" he asked, looking meaningfully after the couple.

Cartman huffed, looking irritated. "I should make them pay me or something," he said, ignoring the blonde.

"For what, fat ass? You didn't do anything," Kyle snapped.

"Ay! Don't give me that shit, you fuckin' Jew! I did plenty!"

Before a full on fight could happen, as it always did if there was no interference, Stan put his arm around Kyle and pulled the ginger to his side. "Just ignore him, Ky, he isn't going to give in." Kyle shot Cartman an irritated look but didn't argue, shifting into a more comfortable position against the other.

"(Hey! I said, what did I miss at lunch today!)" Kenny yelled, annoyed that he had been left unanswered.

"Craig went gay for Tweek," Cartman answered, pulling a snack from his bag and beginning to munch on it as the four headed out of the school, Kyle pulling away slightly to make it easier to walk as Stan automatically grabbed his hand.

"(Oh. Well, it's about damn time,)" Kenny said. "(I told you he would, remember?)" His eyes suddenly lit up. "(That means you have to buy me whatever and however much I want for dinner for two weeks!)"

Cartman paled. "Oh, sorry, Kenny, I can't understand you with your hood up," he responded quickly, looking away from him.

"(You fucking fat-tit asshole! You have to! I made you sign a contract! Stop pretending you can't understand me! Cartman!)"

Kyle sighed and looked up at Stan, frowning, though there was a small glint of mischief in his eyes. "You know technically, Cartman owes him two more for getting us together too," he commented.

The bickering pair froze, then Cartman took off running, Kenny hot on his heels.

"(You can't escape me now, Cartman! Four weeks!)" the hooded boy yelled as they disappeared down the street.

Stan laughed as their voices faded. "You just can't help yourself, can you?" he teased, kissing his super best friend's forehead.

Kyle grinned up at him and shrugged slightly. "No, I suppose not."

"Think Tweek and Craig would be up for a double date? I'm feeling laser tag?" the raven haired teen suggested.

"If you can convince them, I'm all for it," his boyfriend agree.

As they talked, the pair happened upon the other couple, sitting together on a bench a few blocks from the school. Craig was sitting closest to them and leaned over, Tweek's messy hair visible over his head.

"Well, no better time like the present," Stan commented before calling out to the two, "Hey, guys! Question!"

Tweek jumped about a foot in the air in surprise, slamming himself back on the bench while Craig turned casually to look at them. "What?"

"Double date? Laser tag?"

Craig turned back to look at Tweek. It seemed they had an entire conversation with just their eyes before Craig glanced back at them. "Sure. Just don't cry when we kick your asses."

"Fat chance, we're both sport people!" Stan argued with a smile. A little competition was always a great motivator.

"B-But we have c-gak-caffeine," Tweek pointed out.

Kyle and Stan looked at each other, then offered their hands to the two.

"May the best gays win," Stan said.

Exchanging their own look, Craig and Tweek shook. "Don't worry," Craig smirked. "We will."

If it is wanted, I will add a second chapter and do the date. Until then, this story is finished.