Disclaimer: I don't own South Park, the characters used in the story, or the setting in which it takes place.

Warnings: Crude language, sexual acts, sexual acts of violence, domestic abuse

Soft warnings: OOC characters (because they are grown up and therefore are not the 4th graders we currently love), the story isn't being edited or Beta'd

Craig Tucker rolled over in his sheet, attempting to ignore the constant buzzing on his cell phone from the dresser. He sighed in relief when it stopped; he pulled his comforter over his head to block out light from the shitty standard blinds that came with the apartment. His black hair, which usually was cut very short into a fade, was starting to be too grown out that the cowlick at the top of his head made his hair swirl upwards like a small, black tornado. Just as soon as he was falling back asleep, the buzzing started again. A loud thump came from the wall next to his bed; Kenny kicking their shared wall from his own bedroom. "JUST ANSWER YOUR DAMN PHONE, FUCKER." Kenny McCormick shouted through paper-thin walls.

Craig grimaced, snarling at the light that flooded his senses when he sat up. With a large hand, he snatched the iPhone from its home on his dresser top. It buzzed angrily in his hand, the words "MOM" flashing. "What's up, ma?" He answered, voice thick with sleep.

"Oh good!" She said, in her sing-song voice. Laura Tucker was a morning person, and had a bad habit of calling to wake up her adult children. She may say it's to make sure they don't waste their day away sleeping, but Craig realized over the years it's to gossip with someone about something she saw. "I was afraid you'd never get up!" She cooed to her 27-year-old son. Craig frowned, shifting in his sheets and giving up on the idea of sleeping in on his day off.

"Ma, it's only nine in the morning," Craig tried to reason with her, though he knew deep down that was pointless. Laura never took excuses, only gave them.

"Oh shush, you're a grown man, Craig. You should be up by now! Don't give me any excuses."

He grunted in responses, shifting to get out of bed finally. "I'm up, happy now?"

He could hear her smug grin even from 300 miles away. "Very, thank you, Craigy." He rolled his eyes at the affectionate, additional "y" she added to his already short name. "Listen," She said, like he wasn't already, "I just got off the phone with your sister and she just started working part time at this cute little rock and roll coffee shop downtown." He could hear her giggling, a clear sign that his mother was scheming and/or setting him up for a trap. "You should go visit her at work. She sounded bored and I think you'll like this place."

"I don't even drink coffee, Ma" He sighed out.

"Don't take that nasally tone with me, young man," She warned. He wondered why she stilled called him "young man" when he was almost thirty. "You never go anywhere but home or work, or to those nasty bars with Kenny. Get up, get dressed, and go get coffee from your baby sister!" He could hear from her tone that if he didn't stop her now, she would continue to pester him until he gave in.

"Alright, Ma." He practically shouted. "I'm getting up now, I'm putting jeans on, I'll go get a damn hot chocolate from Ruby. Text me the address."

"Okay, Craig," She replied, back to her sing-song voice. "You don't need to shout at your mother. Text me a picture of Ruby and yourself when you get there! I bet she looks so cute in those barista aprons."

He told her he loved her and hung up, dread washing over him. His mother knew something she wasn't sharing with him. Either this was a means to embarrass his sister Ruby, or his mother had someone waiting at this shop to embarrass him instead. Regardless, Craig knew by now to just get it over with and try not to let his mother's childish pranks and teasing get under his skin.

"Hey, Ruby," Tweek Tweak called softly from the back room. Ruby Tucker poked her head through the entryway, her face questioning. "Could you help me reach the chocolate sauce," He said, voice barely above a whisper. Ruby's heart beat a little faster when she looked at the pathetic sight before her. Tweek grew up to be a slightly-short man, much like his father, standing just under 5'8". He's blond hair stopped sticking out in odd directions once it grew past his chin. Now at 27-years-old, Tweek's blond hair was long and often pulled back into a bun to keep it off his face. His green eyes that were so wide and round as a child were now narrower and vibrant with determination. They were still warm and friendly, like Ruby remembered from when he would come over to her house to play with her older brother.

She reached above his head, both secretly thanking the height she clearly inherited from the giant-genes in the Tucker family. Ruby was just over six-foot-tall, with slim limbs and chest. She feared cutting her long, red hair in case it would be the loss of the only feminine trait about her. "Here," she muttered, plopping the bag of chocolate sauce into his thin hands. Tweek grinned up at her, making her cheeks feel hot. Ruby puttered out of the storage room and back to the front.

Sighing to herself, the youngest Tucker rested her cheek in her palm, staring blankly at the door. After their morning rush, her and Tweek were usually pretty bored until noon, when customers would start to trickle in again for afternoon pick-me-ups. Feet banging on floor above them let her know that Pete, Tweek's boyfriend, was about to stomp down the stairs into the café and insult everyone.

Ruby traces circles on the counter with her finger. She wondered how Tweek and Pete ended up dating in the first place. Tweek was small, nervous, and friendly while Pete was dark, aggressive, and rude. The red and black haired goth in question descended the steep steps and ran tattooed fingers through tangled locks. He narrowed his eyes in her direction when he caught her staring. She glared back. 'Yes, definitely don't match as a couple.' She made a mental note to ask Tweek about it later.

Pete slinked into the back, where Tweek was taking inventory. Ruby forced her gaze back to the counter top, drawing circle again. "You didn't wake me up," Pete growled at his boyfriend.

Tweek squeaked in surprise, jumping to turn and look at the angry goth behind him. "Gah! I thought you wanted to sleep in today, so I was going to wait until ten to-"

"Don't decide what time I wake up by yourself," Pete snapped, interrupting. He stepped forward, forcing Tweek to step back until his back hit the shelving. He let out a small cry of anxiety. Pete reached forward and squeezed Tweek's cheeks together hard, making tears well up in Tweek's eyes from the sinus pressure. "You act like such an entitled shit, I'm getting sick of it Tweek. Just because you have a stupid fucking job your dad gave you. You don't understand what it's like searching for another job and being fired."

Tweek shook his head frantically back and forth, only making his boyfriend angrier. Pete snorted, pushing Tweek's head back into the shelf. The pressure from his cheeks being squeezed and the shelf digging into his skull make Tweek want to scream. Pete, seeing the tears fall down pale cheeks, let go and took a step backwards, shaking slightly. His face twisted with guilt and concern; he did it again. He touched his boyfriend violently when he swore he would stop.

Tweek rubbed his cheeks dry, though they were still red with thumb prints. His boyfriend looked small and pathetic, running his hands over his face like it would somehow rub away his actions. He pulled Pete into a tight embraced, trapping the goth's arms between their chests. "It's okay, I love you," Tweek cooed into his ear.

Pete sighed, wiggling to hold Tweek back. His boyfriend's hair smelt like fresh coffee; a smell that reminded him of home and of being loved. "Sorry, Coffee Bean," He whispered, using the nickname he gave Tweek several years ago when they first met. "I love you, don't leave me, okay?"

"I won't leave you," Tweek twitched. Pete's hands dipped lower down his spine, sending small shivers throughout his body. "Ahhh, Pete, we're at the café, man!" He wiggled in his boyfriends hold as Pete kisses his chin and neck.

Pete let out a long breath through his nose, huffing at the stop in action. "Fine," He replied, his tone was back to being short which made Tweek twitch nervously in response.

"I promise to make it up to you later," He said, smiling. Pete looked down his nose at Tweek but nodded curtly. Tweek's smile faltered a second as he grabbed Pete's hand, leading him out into the seating area. "What do you want to drink?"

"The Nicaragua blend," Pete mumbled, letting Tweek sit him down in his favorite armchair. He pulled at the loose buttons along the fabric seams, and rubbed his palms on his black jeans, watching his nervous boyfriend skitter back behind the counter and start a pour-over style coffee for him. He smiled to himself, noticing Tweek was using his favorite mug as well. He must be feeling guilty about this morning. Pete locked eyes with the new employee, Reby or something, and glared at her. She glared back; obviously catching onto his morning routine with Tweek by now. Wake up, fight, make up, fight, make up, go to bed, start the cycle again in the morning. He wanted to squish her accusing face into that stupid counter.

Tweek came back with his coffee on a tiny saucer, setting it down in front of him on a paint-chipped coffee table. Tweek sat on his boyfriend's lap and kissed his temple. Pete smirked in Ruby's direction, noticing the annoyed look on her face. "Go back to work," Pete said and Tweek immediately bounced off his lap as if he started on fire. "You can't be lazy and entitled, Tweek, that's just rude to the rest of humanity."

"Ahh," Tweek mumbled back, face reddening with embarrassment. "Yeah, sorry." He shuffled back into the store room to finish his inventory list. He waited until he was certain he was out of both Ruby and Pete's eyesight to rub his cheeks and let his eyes fill back up with tears. He told himself constantly to be better for his boyfriend's sake. Pete was under a lot of stress after losing his job seven months ago. Finding work that suited his boyfriend's high standards was starting to put a strain on their relationship. Tweek longed for the days that he could still make Pete crack a chuckle and go back to the nights where he was held gently. He breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth, feeling his chest's ache dull.

Ruby turned her head at the tiny ding the front door sounded when opened. "Hello," She sang out, turning away from the drip station to look up at the next customer.

"Sup," Craig said, popping the 'p' in the monotone voice that annoyed her. He smirked at the jaw dropped expression his little sister had on her face. Ruby's hair was frizzy and pulled up high on her head. She smelt strongly of coffee grounds and baked goods.

"What are you doing here," She asked, stressing the 'you' of her sentence. "Ugh, I told mom not to tell you I work here. You'll just embarrass me."

Craig shrugged, looking up at the menu. "I didn't know there were still Tweek Bros coffee chains around anymore."

Ruby made a face at him like she sucked on a lemon. "This is the only one left, idiot. You live like twenty minutes away from here. Why don't you know that?"

He shrugged again in response. "I don't like coffee. I don't have a reason to come to the stupid downtown ever anyway." It was the truth anyway. His little sister moved downtown to go to school and live with friends two years ago. He didn't see her much unless she made the effort of meeting him at his shitty apartment south of the city. He didn't ever get a taste for coffee, not after seeing what it did to his childhood friend the chain was named after, so he never had a reason to look for cafes.

"Well get out," She insisted, moving to stand directly in front of his view when he tilted his head to stare at the back room entrance.

"No way," He replied. He stuck his pierced tongue out at her in defiance. Neither knew that it was about their relationship that instantly made them both act like children and fight. "Mom woke me up just so I would come here. I've got to send her a stupid picture of you in that dorky apron."

"Gah," Tweek squeaked, walking out of the back with a clipboard in his hands. "My aprons are dorky? Oh man, I'm sorry, Ruby!" Craig's mouth dropped open slowly as he took in the short, blond hared man gripping his own Tweek Bros apron. The green apron in question matched his intense, green eyes with dark circles underneath. His pale cheeks were rubbed red, pulling attention to the light freckles near his wrinkled eyes. His shaking, small hands, ran through his blond hair, pulling a few strands loose from its bun.

"Tweek?" Craig gurgled finally. Ruby scowled at him, as if he was in trouble for speaking to his childhood friend.

"Ahh," Tweek grinned, "Hi, Craig. Oh Man, you grew up to be so huge, dude." He looked the giant before him up and down and Craig felt his cheeks heat up. "How tall are you now?" Craig noticed when Tweek smiled, the corners of his eyes wrinkled with small crow's feet, a sign of their shared age and the stress the blond was clearly under all the time. He had one dimple on the right side of his mouth that Craig felt the sudden urge to poke.

"6'4"," Craig replied, voice monotone and nasally though his stomach was aching. Maybe he was hungry, but maybe it was from the shock of seeing a familiar face after so many years and silence between the two.

Tweek smiled shyly and shrugged a little. Last time he saw Craig Tucker was when they graduated high school, though they stopped talking in middle school. Back when Craig had braces and Tweek had acne starting. Though, if he had to admit it to himself, puberty was great to Craig Tucker. He was nearly a foot taller than Tweek and filled out from weight lifting and shop class. From the looks of Craig's forearms peeking out, Tweek could tell he was still very fit. He swallowed thickly, guilt from checking out another man's arms, while his boyfriend sat angrily, ate at his stomach.

"When did you move here?" Craig's question pulled Tweek's attention away from the drip station he was cleaning up.

"After high school," Tweek replied, proud that is voice wasn't shaking like it usually was. Craig Tucker had that effect on him though. The giant made him feel safe and secure in his voice and actions. "So, uhhh, like nine years ago, I think?" He wasn't sure if his math checked out.

Tweek moved out of South Park to the city after graduation weekend. His parents held onto their house until he finished high school, figuring changing schools so suddenly would be too much pressure (it would have been). They moved to be closer to better hospitals and care facilities as his mother was diagnosed with cancer. Not that many of his classmates knew. Tweek stopped talking to mostly everyone the summer before freshman year. The summer Craig Tucker and him "broke up" from their fake relationship after a huge argument in Token's basement.

Craig hummed and the low rumble sent Tweek's spine quivering. His face started to heat up and he was sure if Pete looked over now to see him blushing he would get hit hard later. Maybe he would deserve it, he wondered.

Ruby shoved the hot chocolate she made for her brother into his hand with a force that jolted hot foam up out of the small sip hole. Craig sneered at his sister's obvious distain for him seeing his ex, who was clearly her crush of the week. "I've lived here for a while now; I've never seen you around. I didn't know this place existed." He said, refusing to leave and let their conversation end. Not when he finally saw Tweek after so many years. The man in front of him was still so small and delicate looking, just like he remembered from high school. Except, instead of slouching over and hauling around an oversized messenger bag filled with odd objects and pill bottles, Tweek Tweak stood tall and appeared relaxed and happy. Healthy looked good on Tweek; Craig thought. Though the bags under his eyes were likely permanent.

Tweek's mouth twitched a little, a small smile on his lips, lips that Craig decided were nice like the one dimple. "Ahh, well I guess it's a big city." He shrugged his slender shoulders. It was a big city. There were whole sections he never adventured into. This area being one of them.

"Craig," Ruby's tone was warning, "You're bothering us at work. Take your stupid picture and go home. Don't you have better things to do then bug your sister at work?"

"Not really," He replied, taking a sip of the hot chocolate and regretting it instantly. He stuck out his burnt tongue, stained pink from the hot liquid. "Ow." The tongue ring in his mouth burned from the hot liquid, searing in more pain.

Tweek, with concern pained across, rushed to grab a small water cup filled with ice to give Craig. "Oh man, you have to be careful, Craig!" He timidly said. Craig's heart thumped at his name falling out of Tweek's mouth. "Are you okay?"

"Can I have your number," Craig asked, ignoring the question; tongue still poking out between thin lips.

Ruby's head spun to her side so quickly, Craig was certain his sister just gave herself whiplash. Tweek's eye twitched like it did back when they were kids; a sign that he was uncomfortable. "Gahh, I don't think so," Tweek replied. Craig's stomach sank down.

"Why?"

Tweek looked pained, glancing between the Tucker siblings and his boyfriend, who noticed the customer at the counter wasn't leaving in a timely manner. Pete's eyes narrowed, recognizing the eldest Tucker. "We aren't friends, Craig," Tweek finally said, wincing at his own harsh words.

Craig's mouth opened and closed, taken back by the aggressive tone from the tiny blond behind the counter. "Why the fuck not?"

"Gahh," Tweek gurgled, hands shakily finding his hair to pull as he felt his boyfriend watch his every move now. "We stopped behind friends like fifteen years ago, man. You know why we aren't."

"We broke up, it was your choice not to be friends anymore, asshole," Craig snapped, suddenly the hot chocolate he held was a weight in his large hands. "You're the one who freaked the fuck out and stopped talking to me." Once again, Tweek is acting like a drama queen stuck in the past, Craig scoffed to himself.

Pete stood up from his chair, making his way over to the counter, eyes set on Tweek's reddening face. "Jesus Christ, too much pressure," Tweek mumbled under his breath. "I'm not talking about this with you here."

"Fine," Craig spat back. "Give me your number, and we'll find a different time and place to discuss this issue." The way he said 'discuss' made Tweek feel that Craig really meant argue.

Tweek pushed the side of the receipt machine and ripped off the blank paper it spat out. He scribbled his cell phone number on it quickly and shoved it across the counter towards the hulk in the blue chullo. "H-h-here," He said, cheeks red. Pete walked around to be on his side of the counter.

"Problem?" The goth asked, eyes locked onto Craig.

"No," Craig smirked, slipping the number into his jeans pocket. "I'm soooooo happy." He stressed the O's like he use to as a kid. A habit he remembered the goth kids saying was annoying and preppy. He pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of Ruby in her apron. She was making an ugly face, which gave him more reason to save it forever. He took a sip of the cooled drink and hummed. "This is good, thanks, Ruby. Talk to you later, Tweek." With a quick wave, Craig exited the café just as suddenly as he walked in.

"What the fuck was that," Pete snarled.

Tweek made a sound like a dying animal. "My brother is just being a jackass because he knows it upsets people. He just wants to get under your skin." Ruby rolled her eyes. "This is why I told my mom that she can't tell him where I work. Gossiping, bitch…" She pulled out her phone from her jeans and clacked angrily.

"Jesus, Craig wants to be under my skin?" Tweek squeaked, gripping his bare arms.

"Metaphorically," Ruby clarified, only slightly amused at Tweek's typical paranoid and nervous behaviors. "He is such a stupid asshole. You guys breaking up in middle school was the best thing to have happened to you," She said. "Trust me, he's still a monotone dipshit."

Tweek's eye twitched again. "Ugh, he was a bit of a tool at times, but we were just best friends, Ruby. We broke up because he wanted me to be a girl anyways." He realized his mistake in tone once the heat from Pete's eyes crawled up his spine. "I didn't mean it like that, Pete! I don't like him!"

"Whatever," The red and black haired man snapped. "Clearly you aren't over him and now you're going to text him and cheat on me." He was more furious than Tweek could remember. It was rare that Pete got so angry that he didn't bother hitting him. Tweek winced, thinking about how he was definitely going to get beat tonight when they were finally alone. Pete was hyping himself up now, muttering things about Tweek's apparently cheating ways and scheming personality.

He gave Ruby a look that said not to interfere anymore. She bit her lip and slowly backed up into the storage room, ready to busy herself there until Pete left the café.

Pete gripped Tweek's arm tightly once Ruby was out of sight. "You owe me," He said before letting go and shoving Tweek into the counter roughly. "I'm going to hang out with Michael and Henrietta. See you tonight."

"Gah," Tweek called out as Pete neared the front doors. He turned around, frustration still on his face. "I love you, okay?" Tweek said, hoping that it would help the goth cool down faster.

"You better," He replied, shifting the black messenger bag on his shoulder and leaving.

"You should break up with him," Ruby whispered from the back room entrance.

"Mind your own business, Ruby," Tweek mumbled before slipping past her. He had actual work to do and all this drama distracted him from entering his inventory numbers and ordering for next week's food and supplies delivery. In the safety of the back office area and his computer chair, Tweek let tears fall again.

Back in his room and under the warmth of his many blankets, Craig stared at the number that was recently added to his phone. Tweek Tweak. He left his phone fall onto the best beside his face, closing his eyes, ready for more sleep.

Tweek and him were inseparable after starting their fake relationship in fourth grade. There was something so endearing about his small, fragile friend that made Craig was to protect him from everything. The girls ate up his protecting boyfriend act that grew slowly into a real affection. He remembered Token pulling him aside in 6th grade to talk about how he was babying Tweek and at the time Craig didn't see the problem. He liked carrying Tweek's stupid heavy messenger bag and holding hands and carrying the small blond when his legs were tired at the mall. He liked tucking the growing blond hairs behind Tweek's ears when they slipped out of the hair clips he used to tame the unruly locks. His face was so small and round; Craig didn't want anyone to see all the sides of Tweek that he got to.

Craig frowned and shifted in his too-short bed uncomfortably; he tried hard to not think about the fight that ended their friendship. Tweek was in the process of growing his hair out, and it finally was long enough to pull back with a small hair tie. Craig remembered admiring Tweek's thin arms as they moved to grab falling hairs off his neck when Clyde asked the question that started the end.

"Which one of you is the girl?" Clyde asked, sitting up suddenly, watching Craig ogle his slim boyfriend.

"What do you mean," Craig mumbled back, trying not to open his mouth all the way and show his braces. The act made it even harder to understand the moody teen.

"Like who is in the girl's position?" Clyde tried to clarify. "Do you stick it in him, or does Tweek stick it in you?" Tacos were falling out of his mouth with each word spoken. Token looked up at Clyde, disgusted for multiple reasons.

"Clyde," Token warned from across the room, trying to focus on protecting the stupid payload as his teammates died off in the game. "We're in 8th grade, dude. Don't ask them that."

"I'm just curious," Clyde shot back, face turning red.

"Tweek," Craig answered.

"W-w-what?" Tweek responded, turning large green eyes on his boyfriend's relaxed face.

"No, I mean Tweek is the girl," Craig said, still facing Clyde as if he was the one who was confused. "Obviously it's Tweek."

"What?" Tweek squealed. "I'm not a girl!" He absolutely hated being called a girl. Middle school was turning out to be awful enough as it is. Between being teased for acne, being short, and being gay, Tweek was over the 'girly' comments.

"Yeah, but you're small and pretty looking like a girl," Craig replied, like it would explain his statement better. It only riled Tweek up more. It felt like a stab in his chest to hear that one, seemingly innocent comment from his boyfriend and best friend.

He shook slightly, bottom eyelids twitching at random. "Why would you say that? That's mean, Craig," Tweek snapped. "I'm not a girl."

"Why are you mad?"

"You said I was a girl! Don't call me a girl!"

"I said you were like a girl," Craig sighed, not understanding the extent his boyfriend was actually upset. "Chill out, it's fine to be the girl, Tweek. I mean, obviously you're the chick."

"Is that what you think of me?" Tweek squeaked. His eyes filled up with tears and he gritted his teeth to avoid spilling any. He didn't want to give them any more reason to call him a girl. "Are you going out with me because you think I look like a girl?"

Craig frowned, and looked away. He didn't know how to respond to Tweek's question. They weren't truly dating anyway, so did it matter that Craig liked doing couple things with Tweek because he was small and girl-like? If anything, Craig reasoned to himself, thinking of Tweek as a girl probably led to Craig treating him better than he would have otherwise. Tweek should be happy Craig thinks he's pretty.

"Gah," Tweek groaned, face red and eyes glossy. Craig hated that look – it made his gut ache like his stomach was going to fall out of his feet. "Just leave me alone, man" Tweek said, getting up and gathering his too-full messenger bag. "I'm over this."

"What's that supposed to mean," Clyde asked, shifting uncomfortably. He hated when couple's fought.

"I don't think we should go out anymore," Tweek said, barely above a whisper. "I'm not a girl and you're not really gay."

And that was it. Craig's first love, he didn't realize he had, was gone before it was even real. Craig rolled over in his sheet, phone lighting up his face. He pulled open the Facebook app, a feature he rarely used. As he typed Tweek's name in the search bar, he wondered if the blond man used it either. He chewed his bottom lip, seeing Tweek Tweak listed first and still in his friends list.

Tweek's profile listed him as in-a-relationship with that goth from South Park, Pete. His profile picture was him in a red flannel, standing shirt next to a poorly-held-together cocktail table at a concert. He held up his beer bottle in one hand, arm wrapped around a familiar, tall redheaded woman. Craig scowled; Tweek would be friends with his cousin and of course he wouldn't know it. Red got into the heavy metal music scene in high school, and was one of the few girls, besides that fat goth girl, that hung around Tweek after Craig and him broke up. He studied the intricate tattoos that littered Tweek's forearms, stopping just above cuff level – which explained why he didn't notice them in the café today.

He wondered if Tweek had more hidden under clothes. Craig swiped through his profile pictures, smiling lightly that Tweek looked so happy in all of them. He learned that, yes, Tweek had a few more tattoos. The blond was tagged in a series of pictures of him getting his upper thigh tattooed with a giant ship at sea, ready to fall under the tidal waves. The blond man's moody boyfriend was smiling in a few of these pictures too, squeezing Tweek's hand in support while Red gave a dorky peace sign with her fingers. Craig wet his bottom lip, staring at the slim thigh of Tweek's in the picture. The skin looked irritated from being poked and pulled at for the tattoo, but likely matched the creamy, pale skin on the rest of Tweek, once healed.

Craig swiped through more pictures Tweek was tagged in, shifting uncomfortably in his bed; he was starting to get a little hard. Pictures of Tweek concentrating while making coffee, Tweek helping Red move into her new apartment downtown, Tweek singing a song at karaoke night at some bar Craig never adventured into, Tweek at concert, and after concert, after concert, tagged in photos with Red and the Goth kids. Tweek Tweak had a whole life after Craig Tucker and him broke up in Token's basement in middle school. He went out and had fun and made memories while Craig drank and complained about girls in the same basement he lost his first love in.

A realization hit Craig hard, instantly making his stomach drop. Tweek was in love with the goth dude now and there was a probability that he didn't care enough to be friends with or date Craig again ever. Craig tossed his phone off his bed and closed his eyes, willing sleep to take him over again.