This chapter is longer then the first!

WARNING: Tweek wears reading glasses and hes cute!

A bit of Shakespeare in here because Clyde is just into that kind of stuff.

I dont own south park!

It was 8 years after Craig came out of the closet to Clyde. They were now 17 years old, having a sleep over. It was a normal sleep over full of video games and pizza. No tacos. Clyde hadn't ate a taco since his mom died. He said no ones taco's were as good as her's.

Craig won the racing game they were playing and Clyde pouted. "You cheated!"

"Did not." He smirked, because he had indeed cheated.

"HOW DID YOU GET SO MANY BOOSTS THEN!?" Clyde whined.

Craig sighed and flipped him off. "Because im magic."

"Bull shit! You cheated!" Clyde pouted more.

"Stop pouting." Craig rolled his eyes.

"Admit you cheated!" Clyde said, still pouting.

"Okay, I cheated." Craig shrugged.

"you suck. now buy me a soda!" His pout turned into a smile.

"Why should I?" Craig asked as he started to reset the game.

"Because you cheated!" Clyde grabbed Craig's remote and tossed it away from him. "You owe me!"

Craig sighed and flipped him off. "Fuck you."

"Craaaaaaaaaaig!" Clyde whined.

"Shut up. I'll buy you a soda." He sighed and got up, going to the door.

"YES!" Clyde got up and ran out to Craig's car.

They went to the store and ended up buying 4 bags of chips, 20 different types of candies, and 4 sodas. On the way back to Clyde's house Clyde noticed that they were about to pass Tweek's street.

"Dude... Have you told Tweek you like him yet?" Clyde asked.

"Hell no." Craig said. He still liked Tweek. But he was scared to admit it.

"What? Are you scared?" Clyde said with a smirk.

Craig moved a hand from the steering wheel and flipped Clyde off. "No."

"Then let's go tell him! Right now!" Clyde said excitedly.

"It's almost midnight!" Craig rolled his eyes.

"So!? He never sleeps!" Clyde defended. "Turn left!" He pointed at tweeks road that was just ahead the left.

"No way." Craig rolled his eyes again.

"Come on Craig!" Clyde whined.

"Fuck you. I'm not doing it." Craig growled, throwing up his middle finger.

"Turn left!" Clyde said again.

"No!" Craig said, still going straight. They were about to pass the street and Craig hoped that once they passed it Clyde would shut up.

"Do it or I'll tell him!" Clyde yelled. "I'll text him right now!"

Craig bit his lip. "I fucking hate you..." He muttered as he turned left, going down Tweek's street.

Craig drove down Tweek's street, parking in front of the blondes neighbor's house. They walked out into Tweek's drive way and Clyde started pushing him to tweek. "Go on romeo!"

"Romeo?" Craig raised an eyebrow, talking quieter now that thet were close to tweeks house. He had to pick the lock to tweeks gate. The blonde was extremely paranoid and had paid over 50 dollars on a lock so this was going to take a few minutes. Even for Craig Tucker, who was taught how to pick locks from Kenny.

"Ya! Go up to Juilet's window!" Clyde chuckled. "He's probably saying 'O Craig, Craig! Wherefore art thou Craig?' right now!"

Craig flipped him off. "I highly doubt Tweek sits around quoting Shakespeare, Clyde. Besides... He's not juliet."

Clyde raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"He's that one chick that Romeo likes but she doesn't like him." Craig said with a small frown.

"You mean Rosaline?" he said, slightly to quick.

Craig looked at him. "Are you sure you're not gay? How do you know this crap?" He smirked.

"Shut up and pick the lock!" Clyde said, blushing brightly.

Craig rolled his eyes and finished it up. "Okay... I should probably do this alone..." He started his walk to Tweek's window.

"Remember!" Clyde called at him in a loud whisper. "But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief. That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars. As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven. Would through the airy region stream so bright. That birds would sing and think it were not night."

Craig couldn't help but laugh. "You're so fucking gay, Clyde. Oh my god." Then he went quiet, noticing Tweek's light was on. He walked up to it and pecked inside.

Tweek was inside, sitting on his bed reading a book and drinking coffee. It took Craig a second to realize that Tweek was wearing his reading glasses. Tweek NEVER wore those. He thought the glasses looked dumb on him but Craig thought they were cute.

Though he never had the balls to tell him.

Craig took in a shaky breath, then tapped on Tweek's window just loud enough for Tweek to hear.

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