This morning I woke up with something warm and moist pressed against my cheek. That sounds disgusting but it was Craig's chest. He sweats in his sleep or it's just hot in my house. Maybe it happens when he passes out from weed.

Who cares? My back is fucking killing! How did we fall asleep on the couch? I'm so... tired? Usually I'm not tired when I wake up. Usually I don't sleep (Except when I use drugs, that is. Then I might sleep for six whole hours). Maybe it's because I was on the couch but then, I feel like that should have made me more awake.

I stare at Craig. We really made out yesterday, man. When he sleeps his brows are furrowed, like he's perplexed. Still troubled, even in his sleep. I blow up and the hair hanging over his forehead flies about. I smile.

I sit up and poke his cheek until he stirs. His eyes open like he wasn't sleeping. "I wasn't sleeping." He confirms, in a not-believable way. "I was... resting my eyes." He looks around. "what time is it?"

After consulting the clock on the DVR I say, "Two in the morning, C."

He groans, "How'd we fell asleep on the couch?" I shrug. "I'm all gross." I shrug again. "Let's go to your bed. Fuck, I'm sore."

We get up and waddle up the stairs and into my room. I stopped at the thermastat to turn on the AC for Craig. I turn off the lights and we cuddle together on the bed. Well, I cuddle Craig, assuming even if he weren't okay with it, he'd tolerate it because we're both still slightly fucked up. And then I'm back to sleep.

The second time I wake up Craig's staring at his phone next to me. I watch him until he notices. His eyes are so light and weird and... we made out yesterday. Is it okay to talk about or does he wanna pretend it never happened? How high were we when we did? Were we even high at that point? God, I don't remember.

"Clyde and Token are throwing a party." He says. "I owe Clyde and I have to go. Come with me."

I make a face. "I don't like parties."

"Yeah, me neither." He says. "I don't like being drunk but if I have to go I'm gonna get wasted."

"How'd you wake up before me? What time is it?" Are we late for school? I'm totally okay with that.

He shrugs, "I have a mental alarm clock. I always wake up at the same time every day no matter what." Creepy. "I was planning on pulling up to the school scene a little late today."

"Cool." I reclose my eyes.

"I thought someone like you wouldn't sleep much."

Someone like you, "I don't." I admit. "But, I kinda do. It's weird. Don't question it."

He nods, "Sure." Asshole.

My eyes open again after deciding, maybe, I can't go back to sleep and maybe I never will either. Fuck. "Are you..." I glance at the dark haired boy, "hungry?"

Craig's nose bunches up, "God, no," He says. "We must've pigged out last night or something because my stomach and my head hurt so fucking bad." He groans into his forearm.

"You want a pain killer?" I suggest.

Craig stops moaning and removes the limb from his face. "Yes." He decides and we sit up. We stroll down the hall to the bathroom and I open the mirror cabinet. Craig's lips part, slighly, "Whoa," He pulls out a bottle, among many and reads the label. "D-Doxe-" He raises an eyeborw at me.

"Doxepine." I say. "Sleeping pills." He looks back at the bottle. He pops it open and drops a few in his pocket before placing it back on the shelf. I note this.

"Do you take all of these? What are they for?"

"GEH!" Why the hell is he asking so many fucking questions, man? None of his fucking business. I thought this kid cared about nothing! "LIARS!"

Craig blinks at me for a moment and I blush. "N-Nothing!" I assure him. "They're just pills to- gah- make me... not so- geh- crazy." I say, pulling out the pain relievers. "Anti-anxiety, ADHD, paranoia, and anti-depressants. I don't take them all. Not regularly." But occassionally, all at once so I can get a certain type of high.

I don't know if Craig understood that I meant I use these drugs to get high typically, but if he does he doesn't show it. "You get depressed?" He asks.

I shrug, "I don't think I feel anything anymore." It's sad but it's the truest thing I've ever said before in my life.

"Then I want some of these." He dumps some of the blue pills into his hand and then shoves them into his pocket too. I don't care why Craig wants my drugs, if I can sleep with him.

...

"GAH!" I cover my face with my hands. What is wrong with me?! Oh, my god. "No!" I didn't mean that like that. I just... We made out so... Craig's sexy as fuck, okay?! My gay heart can't handle it...

"Are you okay?"

I nod, releasing my face. "I'm just- my thoughts." Yeah, that's a sentence that made sense. Well, at least Craig nods like it does. He doesn't care. "What are we g-gonna do?" I ask him. My question seems to confuse him so I try to clarify. "If we aren't gonna head to school yet."

Even though his expression doesn't change a smidge I can tell he has an, 'oh' moment. His eyes pierce mine and I have to look away. That is, until he says, "We can do whatever you want, Cuddles."

My heart flutters. "'Cuddles'?!" My eye twitches and my face heats up. "Why?!" Is all I can manage.

Craig's lips pull up at the ends so lightly they almost don't. "You were all over me last night."

Oh no. I cover my face with my hands. "I am so sorry. I g-get like that when I'm high. I'm sorry."

"Horny?" He asks.

I yelp at his bluntness and try to cover more of my face. "N-No! Just... I get... t-touchy... I d-don't know. Why do you have to say it like that! Jesus Christ, man! GAH!"

"So you do?" I scream and grab my hair. He just responds with a very threatening, "Interesting."

Why?! Why is that interesting?!

After gravitating to the couch to try to sober up Craig asks, "So you really don't have a bone for McCormick?" I groan. Did I tell him that? Oviously I told him I didn't but still I can't believe we even talked about that.

"Clearly I do, if I'm sleeping with him. I just don't like him like that."

"Why not?" When did Craig get so talkative? Or is this also part of his initiation for friends? Go through their shit, get high with them, talk about secrets, be annoying as hell...

I shrug, "Kenny's hot but he's kind of an insensitive asshole. He's absolutely heartless. I think he's actually incapable of harbouring any type of feelings for anyone at all." I say. "Except maybe Clyde, because he fucking hates him."

"Man, that sucks." Craig says.

"How come?"

"Butter's has a huge fag crush on that asshole." Craig explains in a way where he looks like he really doesn't care. I peg him as a person who doesn't (I assume he doesn't care about much at all actually) so it's bizzarre to me that he even says this. How does he even know this information?

"Oh." I nod. "That does suck." If Kenny finds out that Butters has a crush on him, which he will, then he's gonna sleep with him and then he'll try to move on, meanwhile Butters ass will think one day they're gonna get married because Kenny just stole his V-card.

"Could you do me a favor?" Craig looks at me, interested by my question I guess. Interested could be fabricating it a little. "Don't tell Kenny that." Craig pulls out a pack of gum from his pants that I had no idea he had. He pops a piece into his mouth He stares at me while he chews. "And try to make sure Butters doesn't think he has a chance with Kenny." His eyes don't move. He doesn't even blink and although he says nothing, I hear his eyes ask why? "Because I don't want Butters to sleep with Kenny."

"You sleep with Kenny." He points out, vexatiously.

"Yeah, but that's only because he's great in bed and we both understand our relationship is always friends no matter what we might do in the bedroom-" I blush. What am I saying?! "Gah! It's different!" Craig chews and I can hear him calling me a hypocrite. "God damn it, Butters is a virgin and Kenny only wants to sleep with people!"

"Wait." Craig interrupts, though I didn't have else to say. "You're okay with sleeping with him but not being in a relationship?"

"Being 'friends' with Kenny is basically like being his boyfriend. You just know that he has a lot of other boyfriends and girlfriends. He takes you out randomly, you make out randomly and most of the time you end up having sex, and he calls to make sure you're doing okay- gah!"

Craig nods, "That sounds wrong." I know it does. "You know it does. Why would you do that? Just find a faggy boyfriend or something." Fucking mind reader or some shit. Maybe even Kenny level. Maybe even higher. Fuck.

I laugh, "You know there are only like four out gay kids in South Park. One is Butters, one is Thomas, one is one of those crazy fucking goths, and then the last is me. And just because Thomas and I both scream a lot doesn't mean I like him. He's an asshole too."

"But you guys could relate. Did you even try?" Craig raises an eyebrow. Sarcastic bastard.

"Yeah, Craig, I actually did try. He said he hated me, which was fine because his stupid outbursts always scared the shit out of me. And, overall he was an asshole, just like you, which I guess was to be expected considering how much you worshipped his balls in middle school."

"No, dude, he wanted my nuts!" Craig says, excitedly, looking like he was remanencing.

"No shit."

"Seriously, man," He says and then after he settles he also says, "He blew me a few times."

I gap at him. "No he fucking didn't. Are you joking?"

"Absolutely not."

"Thomas sucked your dick?!" I exclaim. Craig nods. "And you're fucking okay with that? He's a guy!"

He makes a face, "Aren't you gay?"

"Yeah, but aren't you not?"

He shrugs, "I told you I don't get turned on so it's whatever if he wants to suck my dick."

"what happened after that?"

Craig shrugs and it irritates me more than mildly just because it's something my parents always do. Start a story that seems to have a point, come to find out it doesn't and they don't even remember the rest. AGH. "Something like he got mad that I wouldn't suck him off or that I didn't care for a relationship, I was just okay with him sucking my dick. Maybe both." Quickly after he explains he says, "Were you serious about 'taking a lot of drugs' thing last night?" I SAID THAT?! OH, MY GOD, WHAT THE FUCK! No,no,no,no,no,no,no. NO NO NO NO NO.

"Don't change the subject, queermo."

"Are they the drugs in your cabinet- You use those to get high or something?" Well, Craig is smart. And seems to have good memory even when he's high.

I jump to my feet. "We should really head out. How late are you planning on us being and we also haven't started our project, FYI."

When I look back to Craig, still on the couch, he's looking at me so blankly but it just reads, what the fuck are you hiding? I don't wanna talk about what I'm hiding. I don't know you! I grab my hair, troubled. "I... I c-can't. I can't. We can't talk about this, man! I don't want to. I refuse to. Just... Just respect my boundaries, or something- Gah!"

My eyes flcik back over to Craig to see his reaction. He's standing. "Where do you wanna go? Let's skip school completely."

"Skip school? Okay." Why is that okay? I mean, I do it, especially when my parents are gone. But, with Craig? Why? Doesn't seem like something that'd be appealing to me. 'Okay' I said. Like anything's okay.

We start to grab our gear- jackets, boots, his hat, and my scarf and then we head out to his car, sprinting through the cold. And as soon as we're both in he turns the keys in the ignition and cranks the heat.

I scream when cold air blast me in the face and cover it with my scarf. Craig kind of snickers. "You did that on purpose, asshole."

"Where do you wanna go?" Oh yeah, I forgot he even asked me that.

The air starts to warm and I unravel my scarf. "I have to go to North Park."

Craig pulls out of my drive way, "What's in North Park?"

"Weed."

Craig nods, "Why don't you just buy from Kenny?"

I haven't actually told anybody this because Kenny is one of my closest friends but Craig already knows too much for me to not keep him. "Kenny's the only dealer in our high school. He doesn't always have inventory, and, honestly his shit isn't the highest quality. It's not low but North Park has better, I've come to understand." It's pretty ghetto in North Park, whereas South Park is full of white rednecks. So over there they have a lot more dealers. More options... I don't know. But I get higher and that's always good.

I pull out my phone and start to turn it off. "Why're you doing that?" He asks me, glancing from the corner of his eye.

"Save battery. I'm always scared my phone will die and then I'll really need it. Like car breaks down out in the middle of no where or something."

"Paranoid."

"GAH!" I twitch and then reply with, "Stupid."

Craig hasn't said anything about us making out. But, he did say he used to let Thomas suck his dick so I don't know if that's just something he regularly does because he says he doesn't get turned on. Maybe he just likes the feeling.

God, why am I so caught up about that shit? I guess because I was high and so it's like a dream. I can't believe it actually happened. I would like to talk about it but, there's that thing where I don't know how he feels about it and since he also hasn't brought it up on his own, I don't know if I should. If I do how'd I say it?

I mean, if it's gonna be bothering me like this I might as well. "Hey, C," Craig hums an acknowledgement. I continue, "So last night we kind of, well, I just- you know, we-" Dammit. I was so close. I hate my voice. I hate the way I talk and how I sound so nervous and weak. How unattractive. Why can't I just do stuff? Like a normal person. Craig doesn't give a fuck about anything. Why can't I be like that? I bet Craig thinks I'm a freaking retard. "We kissed."

Oh shit. I said it. Oh shit.

I know he remembers. He must remember. He remembered everything else, why wouldn't he remember about this too? But then why didn't he bring it up like everything else? Why can't I get him?! "Yeah," He says, his face lighting up. Not in a normal person way. His eyebrows just lifted a little. "You're a good kisser but I didn't get a boner. You can try again later."

Is that what he does? Becomes friends with gay guys and then lets them sexually please him? For what? I'm not sucking his dick. "What's wrong? You don't want to? Fine."

My brows knit together, agrivated. "What is that?"

"What's what?"

I sigh, frustratedly, "You getting blow jobs from Thomas and now wanting me to make out with you and shit."

Craig kind of chuckles, "Whoa, Tweek, calm down." He says, with a smile. "What's got your panties in a bunch, huh?" He asks. "Are you jealous that Thomas got to see my dick?" He says in a voice as if he were talking to a baby.

Fucking asshole looked cute as hell too.

Goddammit! "No!" I deny, sounding pretty unconvincing just because I don't think I can convince anyone of anything. "God, no! Just-Just who says I wanna keep kissing you? I was high, dude. That shit just happens when I'm high."

"Well, then, you can try again next time we're high together. And we're going to that party tonight so that can't be too far off."

I take in a deep breath. This guy's impossible.

Twenty minutes later and I'm sound asleep. Music from the radio is playing on low volume and he wasn't lying about the rap. But it's tasteful, at least, I guess.

Knowing something about him, not everybody knows is a weird feeling. But it doesn't feel as good as it could. I'm sure plenty of people who know him know about this little fragment of informatiion.

The car was finally a comfortable tempeture to where Craig wasn't hot and I wasn't cold and I feel something wet run up the side of my ear. Since I wasn't dead sleep and not really sleeping at all, more of a meditating thing I taught myself as a substitue for sleep, my eyes open immediately.

We're at Harbuck's.

Craig winks at me. He's right next to my face. His breath hits my cheek. I can't even turn to him because he's right there. I blink at him, proud of myself for not screaming. "We're here and I thought you might need to 're-charge'. Also, I'm hungry."

"Did you just lick my ear?

He stares at me. "What do you want? I'm paying."

I touch my ear. "You licked my ear."

"I think I'm gonna get a latte or some shit with caramel. Man, coffee sucks."

I perk up. "What the fuck, man?! Coffee is amazing!"

"Not anything I've had." He mumbles. Before I can argue he says, "We're up. What do you want?"

"An Americano with double shot expresso."

The Harbuck's employee greets us over the intercom and Craig orders my drink, his drink, and then a croissant, turning to me afterwards. "Damn, kid, how do you sleep?"

"I don't." I say, simply.

"Oh, yeah, that's right."

We pull up to the window where Craig pays and then we're handed our drinks and croissant. He only ordered one. He will have to share. When he pulls the croissant out I express this by making a whining noise and opening my mouth when he glances at me.

He quickly shoves the bread into my face and then pulls back when my teeth are sunk into it. I hum thankfully. He just says, "Sure." And I sip on my coffee, pleasantly satisfied. "You gotta tell me where this place is." I nod.

And for the next fifteen minutes I'm Craig's GPS. I was so worried about giving him the wrong direction that I fucked up and missed a turn. We got lost. Craig called me a faggot. It was cool. And finally we showed up at an apartment complex.

The people I usually get my weed from in North Park are safisticated. Their weed is classy and even their neighborhood. That's good because I'm already paranoid and I'm a skinny little kid and I could get jumped out here.

I tell Craig to wait in the car and I'll be back in a few minutes. I already texted my dealer that I was coming so I head up to the second floor and find their door. I knock a few times and wait. My dealer is gay too and sometimes I sleep with him for drugs. But that's only because he's so sexy not only for the drugs. I'm not a whore. He's just like another 'friend with benefits' that Craig's seems to have such a problem with.

The door swings open and Micheal is standing there wearing shades, a tank top, and some gym shorts. "Hello," he smiles, "how are you?"

I nod, "Fine." He lets me in and heads back into a room and soon emerging with two dubs. I hand him two twenty and he kisses my cheek. I blush. "Thanks."

"No problem. What's up?" I shrug. I should really get going. Craig is waiting for me. "How'd you get here?"

"A friend drove me."

"Oh," He says, "McCormick?"

"No," I say, shaking my head. "A different guy."

"Oh," He says in a suggestive tone, "I see. Another suiter?"

"He's not gay."

"You converted him? Hot damn, Tweek, I knew you had it in you."

I blush. "I didn't! He's just a friend." I try to assure him but his eyes penetrate my soul. "We didn't sleep together!" I sputter.

Micheal smirks, "But you did other things?"

How am I so bad at this?! "No! We didn't do anything sexual."

"So what did you do?" He asks.

"Ugh!" I groan. "we kissed. That's it!"

"Okay, cool it, man. Are you courting him? I feel like you have a gay crush on him-"

"I don't!"

"-And you guys have already kissed. He's clearly convertable."

"He's not a car, he's asexual!"

"I hope things go well."

I scream. "I have to go! He's still- gah- waiting!" I rush out of his house and down the stairs, nearly jogging.

I get in the car and slam the door shut behind me. Craig raises an eyebrow, expectantly. I hold up the bud. Craig nods in approval. I pull my seatbelt over my chest and he takes off. "Where to next?" He asks me.

"Um, I don't know. What do you want to do?"

He shrugs, "What's down here. I kinda need some new headphones."

"They have a nice music store." And it's right next to the art store which I can't help but check out every time I come here, probably because there's only one art store in South Park and this one is different. It might have different stuff. If Craig goes into the music store I think I'll check out the art store.

"Where?"

"Take a left and it's on the right." He follows my directions and parks. We head out and start walking. Once we come up on the art store I slow down.

"You wanna go in there?" Craig asks right before I can tell him I might head in.

I nod. "You go get your head phones, I'll be out in a minute."

"Hold up, dude!" He says, grabbing my arm when I try to walk away. I turn back to him. He says, "Let me come with you. And then we can go to the music store together."

I suck my teeth. "Why? That's not very efficient."

"Well," he says, searching for some excuse, "It'll be better because we're together."

God! What a faggot! Does he hear himself? Is he doing this on purpose?Or does he mean it? Nononono, Tweek, don't fall for it. He probably told Thomas the same thing. "Fine." WEAK. I'M SO WEAK!

"Good." AND HE KNOWS IT! Craig trails behind me into and through the store. I walk down the same path straight to where I know the sketch books are. We come to a narrow aisle with tall shelfs stacked with, what seems like, billions of sketch books, billions of brands, and sizes. "I didn't know you drew."

"I draw." I tell him.

"Oh, thanks, Tweek." I nod, examing all the books. How many pages, page quality and texture, and of course, price. "Are you good?"

I shrug, "I don't know."

"Do people tell you they're good?" He rephrases.

"I don't let people see my pictures."

"Really? Me neither."

"You draw too?" This catches enough of my attention for me to turn to look at him.

"No, no," he says. He holds his hands up, his fingers making a small rectangular shape. He uses his curved index finger and wiggles it, like he's pressing a button and clicking pictures, "Photography." My mouth makes an O and I nod. Makes sense. "Do you know what you're getting?"

"Um," I bite my lip and set the book down. "No, I usually just look around. A lot of the times I don't get anything."

He makes a noise, "Then why did we come here first?"

"Sorry." I head over to the artist markers.

"You totally fucking aren't though, you asshole."

"You can buy me something if you want."

"What do you want?"

I glance at him. "I was joking." I pick out two skin tone markers. The markers are really expensive

"And I wasn't, so good job. What do you want?" I hand him the two markers. "That's it?" I nod. "Let's go then." Craig pays and then we walk into the music store next door.

Craig starts his search for headphones and I wonder over to the movie section. I start picking through the action movies, trying to see if there were any I hadn't seen yet. And when I finally do someone blows on my ear from behind.

I scream. But it's just Craig. I knew it was. Fuck.

"Hey, whatcha looking at?" I show him the cover of the movie I'm looking at. "What's that?"

"A movie." I say. "Did you find your headphones?"

He shrugs, "I wanna get good ones but I don't know... I don't like spending money on stuff like that." He tells me. "I'll probably break them anyways. So I wouldn't invest a lot of money into it."

"But, you want nice headphones."

"Yeah, it'd be nice, just not today." I consider this. And then I place the movie back down. "Look at music with me." Craig's walking away before I can even answer. I follow him anyways.

We walk over to where the albums are categorized by what type of music it is. Craig stops at the first genre which is rock and starts scrolling through the samples. He hands me the headphones. I place them on my head and watch the niorette. He seems to really like music.

A Red Hot Chelli Peppers song comes on that I've heard but only once starts to play in my ears and I nod approvingly. Craig starts through rap while I check out indie. I find a band I like, read through the songs, and put it back. Craig's still searching through the rap.

I hurry past him to the back of the store, grab a pair of high quality skull candy headphones and then run through an aisle to the cash register. There's no line, luckily for me and I drop them on the counter.

After paying I walk back to Craig, who's still searching through the rap and push the bag into his side. He glances at it and then at me. "Why."

"'Cause I don't spend money on a lot of things. Just weed and coffee and, so I thought I could buy you nice headphones like you want so you don't have to spend money and worry about it." I say. And, as if that wasn't enough I say, "Gifts are nice. I don't know! I got blue, because I thought it was your favorite color..."

He takes the bag but with a sour expression. "I can't believe you bought me thity dollar headphones."

"I mean, they aren't thirty dollars." He snatches the recept, reads it, and holds it in my face. "Like twenty five."

"Exactly."

I shrug, "I don't spend a lot. And you bought me stuff."

"Ugh."

"We have the headphones." I point out. "We should start heading back."

He nods and we start heading out the store. Halfway to the car, Craig stops. "I forgot my keys." He rushes back into the store and I wait at the car. It takes him a while to find his keys and when he does come back out he's holding a blue plastic bag from the store.

Things start to fall into place. "What'd you do?" I ask.

He holds the bag out to me and unlocks the car. Inside the bag is the action movie I was looking at, the album from the indie sections, and a portable phone charger. "A portable ch-charger...?"

"Now you can use your phone with out worrying because if it dies you can charge it." He explains. "Which is good because once you give me your number I'm gonna be texting you."

"My... number." He nods, holding his phone out to me. He has an Iphone. Why wouldn't he? Typical. I start to click in numbers. Once I'm done I hand him back the phone and we get in his car. "So fucking cold." I shiver.

"Here." He hands me his jacket. "I'm not that cold anymore." What is with this guy? I can't pin him. He's nice, he's not, he's rude, he's sweet. Over all... he's fucking hot. And we made out. So... there's that.

I accept his jacket and place it over me like a blanket. It's big enough to be one. For me, at least. "Thanks."

On the way back we stop at a pizza place because Craig is, 'starving to death'. It's a big red and white building with, 'Pizza House' going across the top.

When we walk inside there's a young woman attending the cash register. Her eyes set on Craig and they never leave him. I don't even think she knows I'm here. Craig kind of mumbles a, "Oh, God..." I don't know what that means.

She smiles, "Welcome to Pizza house. My name's Chrisy. What can I get you?" She has wacy brown hair and matching eyes. She only spoke to Craig, who's smiling. And Craig never smiles.

Craig says, "Just a medium pepporoni pizza." He tells the girl. "Thanks." He adds.

She nods, tapping in our order on the screen. "Is that all?"

"And a large lemonade." She finishes and gives Craig the price, he pays, and she hands him a receipt.

The girl hesitates. "Hey, so, do you go to school around here?"

Craig glances at me and I've been staring at him the whole time. He seems to be trying to tell me something but I'm too dense the get his mind message. I just continue to stare at him.

So when his arm slings around me and pulls me into his chest I could almost scream. I try not to look too shocked but I always look shocked or scared regardless. "No, I don't go to school over here."

Now the girl's looking at Craig's arm and it's like she's noticed me for the first time. "Are you... Are you two together?" She asks, seeming to not care how obvious it is that she cares.

"Yeah, he's my boyfriend." Craig says in his monotone-I-don't-give-not-a-single-fuck-way. "Why?"

The girl nods and shuts the cash register. "I'll go start your pizza." She heads to the kitchen.

I stare at Craig. "Dude, what the fuck?"

Craig shrugs, "Just pretend to be my boyfriend until we leave. You're already wearing my jacket." He shakes his head. "God, people are annoying."

We wait for our food. I stand, awkwardly with Craig's arm around me. He whispers, "Hold my hand. It'll look cute."

I snort, "Don't ever say that again."

"What?" He starts. "Cute?" I giggle. "Cute, cute, cute, cute, cute, cute,"

I start laughing, "Craig, stop! Oh, my god. You sound like such a faggot when you say that."

"Cute. I think guinea pigs are cute. Puppies are cute. I think you're cute. Blue is cute. Babies are cute- sike, babies are fucking stupid. Drugs are cute."

"Wait," I say but he won't stop.

"Jupiter's cute. Rasberries are super adorable." He's started talking like a girl.

"Wait! Wait! Wait!" I slap his shoulder. "Stop!" He stares at me expectantly. "Did you just call me cute?"

"Uhm..." He thinks. "Uh... Did I?"

"Craig!"

"Tweek, I said a lot of things were cute. So, it's possible it slipped my mind. Or I never said it and you're dellusional. Which seems to be a possibility too since when you're not super drugged up you're paranoid as fuck."

That kinda stings. But I don't think it's supposed to. How is Craig supposed to know that I'm sensitive about my drugs? Whatever. "Don't say that." I mutter, pulling out of his grasp.

"What?" He asks. "Are you still joking or are we being serious?"

"Pizza's done." Says Chrisy, bitterly. She sets down our pizza.

I leave Craig to get it while I find a table. They're all empty but that's worse because I have to choose one. Closest to the door means I have a better chance escaping during a fire but what if someone comes in to rob the store. I'll be the first person they aim their gun at.

Craig comes past me and sits at a booth in the middle of the building. I follow him. Once we've been sitting and eating for a minute he repeats, "Did I upset you when I talked about the drugs?" I nod, taking another bite of pizza and not looking up. "Why? You do drugs."

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I'm proud of it or anything."

"But you told me you did. Why did you tell me if you aren't proud of it? Wouldn't you try to keep that to yourself then?"

"Fuck you. I was high."

"And that makes a difference?"

"Stop." I look up at him. His expression doesn't change. He doesn't look scared or even like he cares. He doesn't. Whatever. "I don't want to talk about this."

"Sure." He says, in an asshole way and continues eatting.

For a long time we just eat and don't talk. The whole time I'm just thinking about how maybe I over reacted but why does Craig care so much about why I care about my drug intake and how I'm fucking crazy and the only way to be 'normal' is excessive amounts of drugs. Ugh. The point is I just get more angry.

Suddenly Craig says, "You've got sauce on your lip. I got it." Had he just leaned across the table he would have never reached me. It was a combination of him saying it so fast and rigth after grabbing my chin and pulling me the other half-way across the table to reach him. He licks the sauce from my lip.

I yelp and blush. I push him back. "GAH!" He smiles. "I'm still mad."

"For what?" Craig asks.

God. "I don't know. You being an insensitive prick."

"Probably because I don't understand."

I sigh, "I don't wanna talk about the drugs! Just don't bring them up again." He nods, obediantly. "And what the fuck?! Aren't you supposed to be straight?"

"No, I'm pretty sure I'm 'supposed' to be asexual." He says, using air quotation marks around supposed. "Plus, right now I'm pretending to date you so you could talk a little softer."

"Whatever. You suck."

"Wow, even after I bought you pizza? Heartless..." I can't hold back my laugh. "Beautiful. Do it again."

"Shut up!" I laugh. "And I don't have to do anything for you. Especially with how little you smile."

"i could smile if I wanted to."

"Then smile."

Craig thinks and then says, "Well, that's no fair. I made you laugh. You have to make me laugh."

"That's dumb." I grumble. I know I can't make Craig laugh. That's so unfair! Craig doesn't even have a sense of humor. Bullshit. That's the catch. If I can make him laugh, then I can see him smile but you can't make Craig laugh so it doesn't even matter. "Gross. Take me home."

"So, are you gonna come to the party with me tonight."

A small part of me wants to verify exactly what Craig means when he says, 'with me'. As in together or just together? But I better not ask because this is probably just me being paranoid.

He did just lick my lip

"GEH!"

What's his problem anyway? When he said he's supposed to be asexual does that mean he is or was he being sarcastic because he actually isn't? And if Craig weren't asexual then what would he be? He's gotten blow jobs from Thomas and he's a guy. And he's made out with me and I'm a guy... But he isn't gay. But I haven't heard any stories about girls.

Except his virginity story with Bebe. But he said that was just to get it out the way. It didn't seem like he liked it either. Did he not like the sex part or the Bebe part? If he was with a guy would he have liked it better.

"Whats wrong, Cuddles?"

"Nng- Gah!- I just don't get you, man!"

"Okay, cool," Craig says. "Let's start heading back. It's gonna take a while."

"Don't ignore me! URG!"

"Probably like forty minutes, I think." He stands, grabbing our trash.

I scream, "Impossible!"

And then Craig laughs.

Sorry for the typos... One day I'll fix all my mistakes. Thanks for the reviews and positive feed back. I'll try to post quicker since I'm on spring break. Keep on reviewing and junk