A/N: DUDE. I should have finished this tonight... (I'm writing this note on Tuesday, btw...) but... ok.

Yeah. About the smut... I'm not sure how much more I'll have in it. If you guys are like screaming, "WRITE MAN SEX" Then sure, I'll put more in. But if not, I'll keep it to a minimum. Coz this story is going to be more angst, anyway... It's basically all up to what you guys would want :) So let me know. And this chapter starts the angst... So if you hate angst and won't read it, then you should probably stop here... xD

OKAY enough of the long note. I'm done. On to story time.

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I backed out my driveway, trying my best not to kill myself by hitting a mailbox or something like that. Normally, I'm an awesome driver. Craig doesn't even have his license or permit because I always drove him everywhere. But it's quite hard to concentrate on driving when a cute boy is holding your hand, and he's making you twitch.

"Tweek, you have to calm down. If you drive into a pole and kill us, I'm not going to be very happy."

"THAT'S TOO MUCH PRESURE!" I shrieked. I slammed on the brakes and took a deep breath, trying to stop twitching.

"Why are you so twitchy?" he asked.

"Because you make me frickin' nervous, that's why!" I snapped. Craig smiled and squeezed my hand.

"Oh, I do, do I?" he snuck a kiss on my cheek.

"Fuck off," I twitched.

"Why don't I drive?" he suggested.

"You've never even been behind the wheel."

"I've seen you do it enough times!" I rolled my eyes, and took a few more deep breaths.

"I just have to calm myself down, and I'll be fine. No worries." Craig grabbed my face, and looked me straight in the eye.

"You can do this," he said. That was enough to get to stop Tweeking out. I pulled out of the driveway, and started heading towards his house. Earlier that day, his mother had called him and wanted him over for a little bit to clean up. I tagged along, as always. His mother never ever called him, so it was a rare occasion.

"I'd rather not see Mom and Dad..." I felt bad for him. His parents had been borderline abusive for a very long time, but nothing Tweek could really call the cops on them for. Or report them to someone. He didn't mind always having Craig with him because he knew that as long as he was with him, nothing bad could happen.

"It's okay," Tweek reassured him, "We won't be there for long. Just an hour or two, and I'll be with you."

"Yeah, you're right." We pulled up to his house, which was a bit run down.

"Look, we probably shouldn't let them know about... us just yet," I suggested. He nodded.

"Maybe not for awhile. They wouldn't be too happy." We let go of each other's hands, and I kissed him on the cheek to reassure him. "It'll be okay." We walked inside, where his mother was sitting on the couch watching television. His sister was walking up the stairs, listening to her IPod too loudly and wearing a Miley Cyrus t-shirt. His mom looked up.

"Oh... hello. If you can just pick up your room Craig, you can go." She went back to watching her show as Mr. Tucker walked in. He looked briefly at us, nodded, and sat down next to his wife. We ran up the stairs, and just as we reached the top and was out of reach, Craig grabbed my hand again.

"I don't like the feeling of you not being close to me," he whispered. I pushed the door to his room open, and found quite a mess. His little sister liked having sleepovers in his room because it was bigger than hers, and obviously she never cleaned up. Nail polish was splattered everywhere, and moldy food was growing in darkened corners of the room. At least, I hoped that's what that smell was. Not to mention the act glitter was covering his bed, and the Lizzie McGuire movie was sitting on his desk.

"Jesus, I didn't even know this movie was still watched," I laughed as I picked it up.

"AY! Don't diss McGuire, she's my hero," Craig teased, and took the movie from me.

"Dude, this is God's way of showing you need a new hero," I said as I took the movie, and tossed it out of his open window. His dog walked up to it, sniffed it, and ran away yelping. We both cracked up, even though we knew it was just because of the stench of the room on the movie cover that scared the dog.

I began picking up clothes off his floor as Craig put his IPod on the docking system. Avenged Sevenfold, Craig's favorite band, started playing. He began jamming out to it as I smacked him.

"Help me clean, ass!" I laughed. We picked up for about an hour, cleaning 'girl' off everything in the room. I flopped down on his bed, exhausted.

"Dude... no more Windex," he groaned.

"I know, I know." I was so beyond sick of the smell of clean now. We sat in silence for a few minutes before his mom called up to him,

"Craig, please come here for a minute." I followed him outside, and leaned against the stair railing to see what she wanted. She looked up at us and shook her head.

"No, Tweek. Just Craig," I looked at him and shrugged, and walked back to his room. "Craig, come into the garage with your father and I for a moment," I heard her say. I walked into his room and pulled my phone out, flipping through old texts. Not that I had many. They were all from Craig, and since I was almost constantly with him, there weren't a lot. I sighed, and sat down at his desk. I opened the laptop that was sitting on it and opened up my MySpace. I was clicking through pages when suddenly I heard a noise over Craig's sister's High School Musical music blasting. A grunt. Then another. They got continually louder. They sounded like cries out, as in pain. I sat straight up and listened closer. I threw back the chair began racing down the stairs. I ran through the living room and skidded in front of the garage door, where the noise was coming from. I threw open the door.

Craig was being held up by his mother, while his father continued to throw down punches on his son. I let out what could only be called a girly, blood curling scream. They all froze, and stared at me. Mr. Tucker fell back away from Craig, and his mother just dropped him. She smiled awkwardly, and said,

"Oh, Tweek. Craig told me the room was clean. You may go now." Without any other word, they passed me and walked back into the house, leaving him on the floor of the garage, bleeding. I rush over to him, and pulled him up into my arm.
"Oh my God, Oh sweet Jesus," I couldn't help but start twitching. Fuck.

"I'm... okay," he mumbled out. His lip was completely swollen up, and had black and blue eyes. Blood was slowing pooling around us.

"You f-fucking liar," I snapped. I pulled him up in my arms, and opened the garage door. No fucking way was he or I going back into that house. I laid him in the back of my car, and began speeding toward to Hell's Pass Hospital.

"You better not be taking me to the ER, Tweek," I heard him grumble.

"Oh course I am," I snapped. "You're a fucking mess. I can't believe them..."

"Tweek, no. You're the fucking mess. If you twitch one more time, you're going to hit the car next to us. Just take me home and doctor me yourself." I frowned, not realizing I was pulling the wheel with me every time I twitched. Damnit.

"Craig..."

"Please Tweekers, just take me back to your house..."

"Craig..."

"Please." I sighed, and turned around back home.

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"That fucking stings," Craig growled as I poured hydrogen peroxide on his cuts. I rolled my eyes,

"It's to kill the bacteria, sweetie. If you don't put it on, they could get infected." He sighed and rested his head against my shoulder. He was propped up on the kitchen counter as I put a few band aids on him.

"You won't go over there anymore, okay?"

"Okay," he smiled weakly.
"Why.. did they hit you?" Craig pulled himself down from the counter and took my hand, leading me upstairs. We sat down on the bed, and he laid his head on my lap.

"Well..." he began, "They must have seen us. Through a window or something, before we went inside of the house. They saw us hold hands. And again when we went upstairs. So... obviously Dad wasn't the happiest. And he told me that was my punishment for being gay. And not to show my face around his house for awhile." I rubbed his hair slowly, and bent down to kiss his forehead.

"I'm so sorry," I said as I pressed my face down on his. He didn't deserve this. No human being does. Why he was their son, I would never understand. Why they would do this to their son, I'd never understand.

I pulled him close to me, and hoped to God that things were going to get better.

"Tweek, promise you won't let them hurt me anymore?" he whispered after a few minutes. I pulled his face right up to mine and said,

"Craig, I can promise you that no one, ever will hurt you again. You are my life now, and as long as your mine, no one will lay a finger on you. Your heart is mine to protect, and I plan to do just that. Because, you're the reason I get up in the morning, the reason that I can sleep at night. No one will ever make you sad, no one will ever make you hurt. I love you, Craig. You know that. I more than love you. You are everything." Craig smiled, and that smile said more to me than anything he ever said could. It made my heart happy.

"I love you so much," he whispered as he pulled me down on the bed with him. He rested his head on my chest, and pulled himself close to me. I wrapped my arms around him, and kissed his ear.

"Just promise me you'll get better?" I asked him.

"Anything for you," he mumbled as he began to fall asleep.

"I love you," I whispered into his black wispy hair as we held each other.

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A/N: FUCK. Its Saturday. Why didn't I post this Friday? Coz I'm a lazy ass, thats why. Im quite mad at myself for not doing it then. Then my document wouldn't process and I had to post it today. Sorry.

Haha xD Im already writting the next chappie so hopefully itll be up soon and on frickin time. Haha :)

Thanks for all the support. 3

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Oh, by the way, no offense to the Lizzie McGuire movie. Me and my boyfran actually watched it as a joke the other night. Haha. I sorta liked it. He didn't.

By the way again, sorry for long author notes.