C'est chapitre deux, tout le monde! I didn't expect to have a second chapter done so quickly, but here it is! I feel like writing this will be a very slow process because I have absolutely no direction that I want to go, I just write whatever comes to mind. So expect chapter posting to be very sporadic. Also, I freakin' hate how confusing uploading new chapters is so there's probably going to be a lot of duplicates and removals of new chapters as I am learning D:

Other than that, please enjoy

At school they didn't speak. They could already hear the whispers through every hallway, and feel the piercing, analytic stares. Both could sense a sort of collective preparedness for the news of another break up. Both boys thought they had gotten used to it all, but now that the nosiness was back in full swing, it only made Tweek grow extensively paranoid, and Craig extensively pissed.

Mind your own business. Craig thought with clenched fists at his sides.

Please stop looking at me! Tweek felt more hair pull from his head than usual.

At home it was the same. Craig's father tried pathetically to connect with him, while his mother supported quietly from the sidelines. Tweek's parents wanted to know all about Craig and what the two of them were up to. . Not even their parents knew the truth. They'd never understand because they never listened.

Sometimes, Tweek wondered if all the adults in South Park had been kicked out of their hometowns and forced to immigrate here for being such shitty people that nobody else wanted. And in turn they raised their children with the shittiest, most dysfunctional lives possible. Really, in how many other towns did something like this happen?

He felt the pressure from his parents to be in love with Craig. It was so bizarre that they wanted him to be over all the time, to get to know him and to let them be gay together. He thought most parents would be outraged at the thought of their son being homosexual. There must have been some toxic hipster chemicals they ingested from the Whole Foods that was forcing them to act this way, otherwise, he was sure that his parents would disapprove, or at least want to stay out of his love life.

That was it, he had to take down the Whole Foods! That's what was poisoning everybody's minds and making them all crazy! He had to call Craig. They wouldn't have to stage another break up, because once the Whole Foods was gone with a blaze, their nightmare would be too.

"Why exactly are we here?" Craig tried to sound tough (but failed as his voice cracked a little) as he approached Tweek in front of the grocery store. He couldn't help it, but he felt his heart race for a few moments just at the sight of the boy he had kissed the week before.

"This is it, Craig, hah! The reason for all our problems!" He stretched his arms out as if to encompass the whole building.

"Whole Foods?"

"Yes, Craig, heh, can't you see? There are only three things hipsters care about and that's indie music, eating right, and gays!" He stared at Craig, waiting for a response. "Oh and scarves."

Craig said nothing. The longer they stared at each other, the more embarrassed they became, each remembering last week's incident. They both averted their eyes and stuffed their hands in their pockets.

Tweek felt a twinge in his heart. Maybe once the store was gone… his feelings would be too? He wasn't sure if he wanted that. It might make life easier, but he couldn't deny he liked the way Craig made him feel. He had grown so accustomed to being around him, he didn't want to just throw it all away.

"So," he started slowly, suddenly not feeling so enthusiastic. "if we… get rid of the Whole Foods… we can uh…"

"We can go back to being normal!" Craig's face lit up and he pulled at his hat excitedly. "Tweek, you're a genius! I could kiss you!" Ok, he didn't say that last part, but it was on the tip of his tongue, but he mentally punched himself for having thought it. "Let's go back to my house and draw up some plans. We'll set it in action tonight."

Tweek shivered at the invitation to his house. Craig never felt comfortable with Tweek over because he knew his dad made everything more awkward. It was a rare and happy experience to be allowed into the Tucker household… but now… with Craig so eager to be done with it all, it felt like a blow to the gut.

"I'm actually, huh, not feeling very well all of a sudden." Tweek stared at his shifting hands and feet.

"What? Whaddya mean? You were just fine a minute ago."

"I just want to go home and sleep. I - I'll see you." He tried to scurry away, but was caught by the arm, much like he had done to Craig the other day.

"Tweek, what's the matter? Don't you want this to be over? We can finally get out from under the microscope and get on with our lives!"

Tweek receded into himself like a turtle, shying away from Craig who was extremely close now. "Our life." he said quietly. "Don't be so quick to write me off like that." There he went again, acting all hurt and pathetic like some wounded, lovestruck sissy.

"No, Tweek, our lives. Separate. We can still be friends but -"

"I don't want to be friends."

Craig let go of Tweek's arm, not realizing how hard he'd been holding it. He stepped away. "Look, you're the one who called me out here with your grand master plan, do you want out or not?"

A frown settled deeply on to Tweek's face as millions of thoughts went through his head. No, I don't want out. I mean I want people to leave us alone. I want to be happy. Me and you. I want coffee. I want to touch you, Craig. I want us to be happy.

He raised his eyes to meet Craig's. In them, he saw all he needed to see. A devastating, though not surprising solution to the situation at hand. Craig wanted out. He had never, nor would never see Tweek like Tweek saw him. I want you to be happy.

"I want out." He lied, keeping his head down.

"Great, now let's get you some coffee and then we'll draw up some blueprints."

Tweek's saddened heart twinged again as they walked back to Craig's house. He notices when I get extra jittery from not having any coffee. Tweek wanted to cry.

"Ok, so," Craig slammed a notebook onto the floor in between them. "Here's the store," He said as he drew a box. "The security cameras on the outside are here, here, and here. If we…"

Tweek stopped listening. Craig seemed pretty driven, he wouldn't need any of his help. Not that he wanted to help anyway.

"...and then jump back out the window, and run like hell to Kenny's neighborhood. Lameass poor people would more likely be suspected for a crime than a couple of good-looking kids. It's pure gold! You got all that, Tweek?"

Tweek nodded as he zoned back in, although he had heard nothing of the plan at all.

"Alright, it's already dark, so it's the perfect time to do this, let's just put on these black clothes and get some stuff and we'll be on our way."

Craig pulled a black hat and jacket from his bureau and handed them to Tweek. They had changed in the locker rooms together a million times, but now, the both of them could hardly look at each other on the regular, let alone when they were half dressed.

The jacket was a bit big on Tweek, but he didn't mind. It smelled so strongly of Craig, he nearly keeled over in a state of euphoria. Even more so, he fought the urge as he watched the muscles of Craig's backside shift and shimmy as he got his clothes on.

Tweek usually was unable to control all the extraneous sounds that escaped him, but he was glad he could control the string of internal screaming that was going on inside him now.

"Now," Craig said, turning around. Tweek quickly shifted his gaze, hoping he hadn't noticed the staring. "we just gotta get some lighter fluid, a lighter, and a bat from the garage."

Once at the store, Craig pulled Tweek in through a back window he had broken after taking out the security cameras.

"Tweek, I'm putting you in charge of the fire on this side. Make sure you spread the lighter fluid out evenly in dry areas like in the bread and dessert aisles. Not too much, we don't want to blow up the place, just enough to make it an unsound structure. I'll do the other side of the store. We'll meet up at the entrance and head for the hills. Got it?"

Nope. Wasn't listening. If you won't listen and take to heart the things I have to say, then I won't do you the favor either. In spite of his thoughts, Tweek nodded. He wasn't stupid. He'd seen plenty of movies where they set stuff on fire. It wasn't rocket science.

"Alright, do me proud." Craig could have sworn he leaned in ever so slightly when he clapped a hand down on Tweek's shoulder. He shook the thought away.

Flicking his wrist this way and that, Tweek squeezed the lighter fluid out all over loaves of bread, cereal boxes, pastries, pies, baguettes, pastas, donuts. Shame all this food had to go to waste, but it had to be done. It was his idea after all, but carried out at Craig's will.

His mind now was wandering, occupied with thoughts of betrayal and loneliness, inadequacy and unrequited love. He made patterns with the fluid, not caring where it went, just watching as it splashed over all the food and the floor, masking the soft and delicate scents of healthy whole grain products with a sickening industrial one.

"Fire in the hole!" The next few aisles over were soon engulfed in raging orange flames. Craig had done his part, now it was Tweek's turn.

He stepped away from the infected pee-colored puddles and fished the zippo lighter from his pocket. He stared at his reflection, very faint in the half pitch black building. He kissed the cold metal before flipping its lid open. "Please make this all go away. Make me forget."

He took another few steps back, getting a good distance, and tossed the lighter. Before the lighter even made contact with anything, Tweek knew he fucked up.

"SHIIIIT!"

A woosh of fire eating the fluid preluded the violent explosion as it caught everything in its path at once. The heat alone was enough to melt Tweek's face off, nevermind the flames themselves. Ducking and covering would not save his ass from this shit, but he did it anyway. Charred bits of bread became canon balls and ho-hos became bubbling blobs of death. He screamed as the flames licked at his feet and he tried to scamper away.

"You fucking IDIOT!" Craig's voice was barely audible over the roar and crackle of the fire. Tweek looked around for him but the voice was disembodied.

His path to the window they had come in through, as well as both fire exits were blocked and he felt himself begin to hyperventilate in sheer terror.

"C-craig! Where are you?!" He screeched.

"I'm outside! Come to the window!"

Tweek cried out as he heard the shattering of glass. Craig had thrown a brick through a different back window for him to crawl out of. His whole body trembled like an earthquake off the richter scale and he was beginning to be choked and blinded by the thick smoke swirling around him.

He felt along the wall until he felt glass crunch beneath his feet. "Craig!"

"Are you at the window? Jump out and I'll catch you!"

That was easy for him to say. The window was too high for Tweek to jump and pull himself through with ease. "I-I can't!"

"Yes you can, Tweek!"

Tweek jumped several times, his fingers skimming just below the window sill. He grew more anxious each time he missed and felt his breaths come out as violent heaves. "I can't, Craig! Ican'tIcan'tIcan't!" He pulled at his clothes, feeling as though he would suffocate to death in the scratchy wool and billows of smoke before the flames reached him and melted them to his flesh.

"Please, Tweek," Craig tried to hide the desperation in his voice. "Please take a deep breath, and try one more time. For me."

Tweek did as he was told. He slowed his breathing and let himself sink deep into his safe place. The raging fire became white background noise, and Craig's voice guide to salvation.

He then inhaled as deeply as possible before crouching, arching his feet, and springing as high as he could. His fingers latched onto the window sill and his heart raced with joy.

"I got it! I got it!"

"Great job, Tweek! Now hoist yourself up!"

Tweek again followed his instructions, crying out loudly as he lifted all his weight until his elbows and forearms could rest on the windowsill. He felt a terrible searing sensation in his arms as he did so, from the exerting climb yes, but also the numerous shards of jagged glass that jutted from every side of the window.

Fuck.

As he persisted, he could feel himself growing fainter. His body drenched in sweat, his heart working double time, the flames licking at his feet, the heat making his blood boil, the smoke rendering his lungs and eyes nearly useless, and now the glass cutting into every body part it came in contact with. He would have no liquid left in his body he stayed like this any longer.

His eyes began to blacken.

Fuckfuckfuck.

Now he could feel his arms slip from beneath him and his body go limp.

FUCK!

The last thing he heard was Craig shouting his exact thoughts, and he felt his body slip backward, back into the burning building.