I'm back in college again, so I don't know how often I'll be able to update this, especially since I'm also working on so many other stories at the same time, as well as a novel I've been typing up for years now. Hopefully, I'll be able to be to update in a timely manner, but don't be bugging me about it.

Chapter Three – Awkward!

Clyde's POV

I'll be honest, I really have no idea why Craig didn't immediately follow us outside and pummel me to death. I mean, I was supposed to be his best friend and I was hanging out with his ex-boyfriend. I was still hurt by Craig calling me a traitor right before we left. Was that what I was? A traitor? I sort of felt like it.

"It's ok, Clyde," Tweek said suddenly, nearly making me jump out of my skin. "You don't have to hang out with me if it makes you feel bad or if it's ruining your friendship with Craig."

I immediately felt guilty again as I turned to him. Most of Tweek's friends were friends with Craig as well. What were we supposed to do, all pick sides? Most of us were friends with Craig first, and I had a feeling that if it came to that, Tweek would be left all alone.

"No, it's fine," I told him eventually. "I'm still allowed to be friends with both of you. Craig can just get over the fact that I like spending time with you as well."

Tweek looked completely doubtful, but he didn't press the issue.

"Well, I don't think you're a traitor," he told me, trying to smile comfortingly. I couldn't help but grin back at him.

"Thanks, Tweek," I replied. It was going to be a rather awkward school day tomorrow, I could be sure of that. I really didn't want to think about that.

The first thing I did the next day was try and find Craig to apologize. I wasn't sure what exactly to apologize for, but if I was going to fix this mess, apologizing first never hurt things. Thankfully, he seemed a lot calmer despite what happened yesterday, and if he didn't wear only three expressions (angry, bored, and slightly amused), I would almost think that he was actually happy to see me.

"Hey Craig," I greeted hesitantly, hoping that the slightly amused look on his face wasn't a ruse. "I wanted to apologize for yesterday."

"What for?" he asked, cocking his head slightly. "It's not your fault that Tweek seduced you into still being friends with him. I was just annoyed at seeing you two together and I jumped to conclusions. As long as you're still my best friend, I forgive you."

I couldn't help but let out a sigh. Partly out of relief that I wasn't being strangled to death, partly because I knew it was Token who put most of those words in his mouth, and partly because I was annoyed that Craig was trying to blame Tweek for everything. Was he always unreasonable and I just never noticed? I could have sworn that Craig was more rational than that.

Not that I was going to say any of this out loud. The last thing I needed was Craig getting angry at me anyways. So instead I muttered a quick "thanks" then asked him if he wanted to hang out after school, to which he replied with his usual noncommittal "whatever." Then we went off to class.

Thankfully, I still had most of my classes with my friends, but unfortunately, that also meant that Tweek and Craig were in the same classes together, and they would not stop glaring at each other. I usually sat in the back of the class, so I noticed when they cast angry glares at each other. What I didn't notice was that Token was sitting next to me until he tapped me on the shoulder, making me jump with surprise.

"What?" I asked in a low voice, grabbing my chest.

"What did Tweek say after you guys left yesterday?" Token asked me in an equally low voice. I blinked at him for a moment, trying to recall.

"Not much," I replied after a moment of thinking it over. "Why?"

"I was just thinking," Token told me. "Craig wouldn't shut up about Tweek for the rest of night. It's really obvious he's still into him."

"Yeah, it's kind of the same with Tweek," I confessed. "He'll start to say something connected to Craig and then just stop himself. But then he took me to that restaurant that apparently they used to go to all the time."

Token sighed and shook his head. "I don't know who they think they're kidding," he muttered. "They're still so obviously still in love with each other. They're just both too stubborn to admit it."

I glanced towards the front of the class, ignoring the teacher (who was writing on the chalkboard a long, complicated algorithm all the "scientific" reasons why all men are evil, despite this being an English class), and looking over from Tweek to Craig and back again. I didn't know why, but I decided to make it my mission to get the two back together no matter what.

It must have shown on my face, because Token let out a sigh and rolled his eyes. "Clyde, I know that look," he said, frowning. "That's the same look you always get right before you do something incredibly stupid."

I glared at him in return. "I don't do incredibly stupid things," I growled at him. "I only do averagely stupid things. And I was just thinking that we should try and get those two back together."

He blinked in surprise at me. "Are you sure that's a good idea?" he wondered. "I really think it would be better if we just let them sort this out on their own. We really shouldn't push it, you know."

I have this weird thing that happens whenever I have an idea form in my head and my friends try to impart logic and wisdom into me. I tend to just drown them out. So, when Token was trying to talk me out of my crazy scheme, I wasn't paying attention to a single word he said. In my mind, he was saying that this was a great idea. I wish I didn't do that so much. It would have saved me so much heartache and this story of mine would have been so much shorter.

"…And you're not paying attention to anything I'm telling you, are you?" Token finished his (what I assumed to be) long rant. I stared blankly back at him for a moment, causing him to sigh. "Yeah, I thought so," he muttered under his breath. "Just don't get yourself into too much trouble, Clyde. It would suck if you died right before getting out of high school."

I blinked in confusion. "What are you talking about, Token?" I asked. "You said you're going to help me think of a plan."

"I didn't even remotely say anything like that," Token snapped, glancing at the teacher to make sure she wasn't about to give us detention (she was now rambling on about how there was no color on the subatomic plane for some reason).

"Come on, Token, I can't do this without you!" I begged, giving him giant, puppy dog eyes. He let out a long, defeated sigh in response.

"I just can't say no to that face," he muttered under his breath, folding his arms as I gave him a stupid grin. We then finally turned back to pay attention to the teacher (despite the fact that she was now drawing a diagram of the solar system), and the wheels in my head began turning.

Normally I would be annoyed when Craig got detention, because we couldn't hang out when that happened. But when he got detention that day by flipping off every single one of his teachers, it meant that I had a chance to plot with Token without feeling guilty about potentially blowing him off. So, I was kind of relieved when I heard the news.

Token brought me to his house after school and we immediately went up to his room. For some reason, Token was always nervous about his friends being in his room. I don't know why. He had the coolest room anyone could ever want. His room had everything you could want in a bedroom, including a basketball hoop over the door, a giant flat screen TV, and a trampoline in the floor that let him literally jump into bed.

He looked embarrassed as we came in and I sat down in one of the bean bag chairs he had, almost immediately getting swallowed by it. Token, meanwhile, had gone over to his mini fridge and pulled out two cans of soda, tossing one over to me.

"Ok, so what's the stupid plan you've already come up with?" he asked me, pulling up another bean bag chair next to me. I glared at him.

"I don't have any stupid plans," I growled. "I need your help getting Craig and Tweek back together. I'm open to suggestions, you know."

"I still think we should just let them sort things out by themselves," Token grumbled. "We should really just give them some space. If anything, we're just going to make things worse by meddling in their business."

"You complain too much," I scoffed, trying to get comfortable. He rolled his eyes in reply. "I'm surprised with how jealous those two got when they saw each other the other day."

"I know what you mean," Token sighed, leaning back into his chair. "It's like they were looking for any excuse to argue with each other. I can't believe we got out of that restaurant unscathed, to be honest."

I looked down at the ground, thinking it over. Was there a way that we could use last night to make Tweek and Craig realize they were still meant for each other. What usually happened in anything that had a romance plot? The two characters would get together with their ex when they started dating someone else? Because they got jealous or something?

"Wait, I think I have an idea, Token!" I said suddenly, sitting up.

"I know," Token sighed, rolling his eyes. "You're making the face again."

"We have to show them that they still love each other," I said, ignoring him. "And how is the best way to do that? If there's anything any sitcom has taught me, it's the that one thing to get two people back together is jealousy."

"Oh boy, here we go," my friend groaned as I stood up and began pacing.

"I think we need Craig and Tweek to start dating again," I mused. "If they see each other dating someone else, they'll immediately realize their mistakes and run back to each other!"

"Clyde, when has an idea like that ever worked?" Token growled, running a hand over his face. "There are way too many things that could go wrong! They could just get angrier at each other, or whoever's dating them might not want to let them go. Oh, and there's the fact that they might not get jealous in the first place and you stopped listening to me a long time ago, didn't you?"

At least, I'm pretty sure that's what he said, but I wasn't really paying attention anymore. I had stopped listening after his "you're making that face again," comment. I was too absorbed in my idea. I knew this had to work. And I knew I couldn't get any girl or guy to go out with two of my closest friends. It had to be someone that would make them jealous and talk sense into them at the same time. And, unfortunately, I knew of only person who could do it. And, unfortunately, that person was me.

If I had any hope of bringing them back together, I was going to have to try and date Tweek and Craig.

Aaaaand I'm just going to end it on that terrible logic. Oh Clyde, stop trying to think so much. You should just let Token come up with the ideas. I don't know where he thought of this crazy idea, but we'll see where this goes (as if the description for this story didn't give it away).

Anyways, I don't know when I'll be updating again for any of my stories, because as stated before, I'm back at school now and have like, stuff to do. But hopefully I'll be able to update on the weekends and Mondays (since I've managed to not have any classes on Mondays). But in the meantime, remember, it's just a theory! A game the-oh wait, that's something else entirely, isn't it…?