Chapter 3: 2nd Grade

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Tweek shivered, the rain sprinkling down on his bare skin. He never wore jackets, just a long sleeve tee-shirt, which he regretted now. Why didn't he just buy the pullover when he had the chance? It was no use now; he couldn't go home because he was already at the bus stop. So Tweek settled for huddling up in his own arms and trying to block out the cold rain.

Craig arrived a bit later, a big blue umbrella over his head. He looked at Tweek and sighed.

"What's wrong Craig?" Tweek asked, looking up at the raven haired boy who was shrugging off his jacket.

"Put this on," Craig demanded, holding out his jacket to the smaller boy. Blush spread across his cheeks when Tweek smiled, taking the jacket and carefully pulling it on.

The jacket was too big for him, it fell to his knees and the sleeves went past his finger tips. Tweek grinned at Craig and pulled one sleeve up to his nose. It smelled so much like Craig that it was almost intoxicating. For the rest of the day, Tweek had the jacket somewhere near his nose, enveloped in the other boys scent.

One the bus ride home, he began to slip the jacket off again, the thought of the smell leaving almost bringing tears to his eyes.

"Just keep it," Craig said, his head turned so the other wouldn't see his blush. Tweek grinned, pulling the jacket back on and shoving his face into it.

"Thank you Craig," He said sweetly, high-pitched voice slightly muffled by the fabric.

"Mm," Craig mumbled, face heating even more.

Tweek ran inside, throwing his back against the door after he closed it. His mother raised an eyebrow at her son's extreme happiness. "What's going on Tweek?" she asked, poking her head around the staircase.

"Nothing mom," He replied in a sing-song voice, practically skipping to his bedroom. That night he slept with the jacket hugged close to him like a stuffed animal.

Tweek kept that jacket so long that it frayed and started to fall apart, but after all those years it still smelled like Craig. Not that he needs a jacket nowadays, he's got the real thing.

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Hint at the end.

Hint hint hint hint.