I originally meant for this to be updated on Valentine's Day since I felt the theme matched but I got busy within the last few weeks and I apologise for the delay.

Chapter Three: Meant for One Another.

Valentine's Day was a holiday I never enjoyed; especially during my high school years. Tweek and I made the decision of skipping school that day (since it just so happened to land on a Friday) and we hung out at his house. My parents, for the most part, thought I was going to school but instead of the usual Mrs. Tweak coming to pick me up, I was faced with having to walk over to the Tweak residence myself. It wasn't anything too troubling, just a block and a half in which I had to endure the cold winter weather.

I dressed up in a solid, black button up shirt and lavender coloured jeans. My jacket was zipped all the way up and I actually wrapped a blanket I stole from the house around my figure. A blue chullo hat I used to wear all the time in elementary school was covering my freshly washed hair; an attempt to not get sick from the weather. I was counting my steps to see how many it would take to reach the blonde's house. A simple distraction so I wouldn't focus as much on the cold.

By the time I reached it, I was practically running towards the front door and knocking obnoxiously until Tweek opened it for me. I was welcomed by the blonde with a smile of his face and his untamed hair pulled away from his face in a messy ponytail. I always liked when Tweek pulled back his hair, it gave me more of a chance to actually notice the features on his face. Like usual, I was entranced by the colour of his eyes. They were such a soft hazel they rode on the edge of being between grey and a translucent olive green. Jealousy could be an emotion I felt for people who have coloured eyes. It'll probably be something I mention on multiple occasions. Fact of the matter was: I truly despise my brown hues.

I dropped the blanket that was wrapped around my body right in the doorway, then grabbed for Tweek to give him a hug. I was glad I didn't have to encounter Valentine's Day by myself and I was even gladder it was Tweek of all people.

We met in grade school, the two of us placed in the same class in the third grade. Even though I was already friends with Clyde at this time, we were only somewhat mutual. I only found myself hanging out with him during school and never after or on the weekends. I gravitated towards Tweek because he kept to himself, and I wanted to know why. Why out of all the kids in our class, he chose to be alone and hardly interact with the others.

When he was called on to answer a question in class, often his voice was too loud for the quietness that would overpower when a lecture took place. I liked the sound of it... how it sliced through the air like a blade. I liked the way he played with his hair more than usual when he spoke. The way his fingers interlaced the soft blonde locks and many times got stuck. I noticed how his feet didn't touch the ground when he sat at his desk. Most of the time you could see those two legs swinging back and forth in class. Sometimes, in the corner of my eye, I would watch as frail fingers tapped the top of his desk when they weren't in his hair. He was constantly moving and I couldn't understand why.

It was one day in October during recess when I grew the balls to talk to him. After watching his small tactics for a few months now, I decided I should at least try to strike up a conversation. Little kids could talk about anything to one another. They could ask rude questions; being unaware that it wasn't all right to do so. They could talk about any childish topic from television to video games and every kid knew what you were talking about.

And yet I couldn't find anything to talk to Tweek about. I walked right up to him as he sat on a bench a ways from the playground equipment. I took the action of sitting on the other end of the bench and just watched the other children played. It wouldn't be until a few minutes before recess was over that I finally spoke to him.

"Why are you so alone?"

Tweek looked my way and the emotion in his eyes showed he was shocked I actually talked to him. I watched as I could practically see the wheels turning in his head, trying to find the right answer. When he opened his mouth quite largely, the whistle blew. Signally it was time for us to line up to go back inside the school building. Tweek stood up and I followed his actions. Honestly, I was worried he would avoid my question and I would be screwed from ever talking to Tweek again. But as we began walking to the line-up station (side-by-side), the small blonde turned his head in my direction. His soft hazel eyes not quiet looking my way.

"I don't think anyone understands me. And I'd rather associate with someone who does than someone who doesn't."

At nine, I never encountered someone my same age who spoke in a way Tweek did. His too loud voice had a mysterious vibe to it. It lingered a bit after he spoke a single sentence and in all, he seemed mature to me.

I nodded in agreement even though I wasn't getting what he said, and we continued to walk together in silence.

The two of us would only make small talk until we reached the end of the school year in third grade. I remember it being a Tuesday in June. The weather was beginning to finally warm up that year which meant kids were starting to wear shorts and tank tops. Once again it was during a session of recess when I spoke to Tweek. He was sitting on his usual bench away from everyone else. I approached it and instead of sitting beside him, I stood right in his view point. Hands on my hips with my dark chocolate eyes glaring down on the blonde.

"Hi Craig."

My heart was beating at an unnatural speed. It felt like it could burst through my chest at any moment. I was nervous and I was trying my damnedest to hide it.

"Do you wanna come over to my house after school?" It was stupid to have asked such a thing when I hardly knew the kid, but I was taking a chance and that's all that mattered.

Tweek squinted my way. His hand moving to rest above his eyes to try to hide the sun. "I guess…" His voice lingered more than usual. The possibility of me pushing him into it went through my mind.

But I smiled anyways. "Awesome. We can walk home together. I don't think my house is that far. I pretty much walk every day after school anyways."

That one asking Tweek to come over would soon turn to an every other day occurrence. Tweek's mom absolutely adored me and had no problem with her son hanging out with me. It probably had to do with the fact that he was finally out her hair for a while.

I discovered all the moving around was due to Tweek having ADHD and his mother refused to put him on medication at such a young age. Over the years he would learn to control it and only fidgeted with his hair now. I noticed on the left side of his jawline, he had a small freckle. I noticed during the winter his hazel eyes turned more grey than green. And during the summer multiple freckles surfaced across his cheeks. Tweek was left handed and an excellent singer. Whenever he spoke too fast, he always got the hiccups.

Over time I took note of every small detail I could and the only thing I could gather about him was he never refused to leave my side. Especially when I told Tweek about how I truly felt. I wasn't rejected by him. The blonde pulled me into a tight hug right after I spilled about everything and whispered in my ear words I'd never forget.

"I love you for you, C."

"I don't know, I'm stuck between Mulan and The Little Mermaid. Both princesses are pretty great. I love Mulan for going to war even though she was a women and kicking ass as she did so. But Ariel… She's a fucking mermaid and she gave up her beautiful singing voice for legs. Ugh, I don't know I don't know! You choose Tweek." I covered my eyes with my hands and fell back to lie down on Tweek's bed.

At the moment, we were trying to decide on a movie to watch. Tweek owned just about every Disney movie that was out by now and gave me the difficult choice of choosing.

We spent most of the day lounging around in his room. It didn't even feel like Valentine's Day and I was glad for that. The whole reason behind the holiday always pissed me off. I never understood why the love for your partner needed to be forced and exaggerated. You were supposed to show affection, the way you felt, whenever you thought it was right. Always at an unexpected moment. I thought the idea of making a holiday to force society to do so was sick. Almost a sign that we were doing something wrong. I told myself if I ever got in a relationship, the first establishment would be that we wouldn't celebrate this holiday. Luckily for me, the partner I was involved with now whole-heartedly agreed.

"How about The Little Mermaid then? I was always fan of the second one myself but the first will work."

"The sequel?!" I gasped, uncovering my eyes. "Are you stupid, Tweek? Everyone knows the original is always the best. I can't believe such blasphemy came from your mouth."

Tweek turned back to look at me from where he sat on the floor in front of his television. "Really."

It wasn't much of a question… more like a sarcastic statement which I decided not to reply to. Instead I waved my hand at the blonde, ushering to just put the movie in.

Along with owning every Disney movie, more than most were a VHS. Tweek wasn't very fond of the newest technology to come out. Very rarely did I witness him purchasing a DVD. It had to have been one hell of a movie for him to do that.

Mrs. and Mr. Tweak came home a few hours ago. You could tell because the smell of beautifully brewed coffee wavered through the air vents. They owned a coffee shop downtown which seemed to be what the couple enjoyed the most. Often Mr. Tweak would create metaphors most of the time including coffee. I usually tried to avoid him because of this, not that he wasn't a nice guy or anything.

After Tweek pushed the VHS in and got it all rewound and whatnot, he came to sit next to me on his bed. I immediately wrapped my arms around him pulling the small blonde to lie on top of me. I breathed in his scent, which ironically enough wasn't coffee related. But instead it was a soft cinnamon spice mixed with generic soap. The strands of his hair tickled my nose as they brushed up against my face. Tweek moved around a bit in my arms until he was hovering over me and looking straight on.

"Have I complimented you today yet?" For once his voice wasn't too loud for the situation. I thought about the question then shook my head. "My bad… Well, C, you look absolutely dashing."

Heat was quickly spreading to my cheeks, I could just feel it. Tweek had a thing where he complimented me at least once a day, if not more. He thought it would help boost my confidence. I guess it did help considering where I'm am now.

I wanted to reply with a 'thank you' like I usually did, but at that moment, the words stopped right in my throat. I couldn't find it within myself to, especially with the way Tweek was looking at me. I should have saw it coming. I should have took all the small touches and non-important kisses I was receiving from Tweek as a sign. That possibly there was more than a platonic feeling coming from him. I was oblivious and only had myself to blame for not predicating what would happen next.

"I'm so sorry, Omigod. I didn't mean to do that!"

"No… I should have guessed you didn't feel the same way."

"No wait, wait, wait, I never said that! I'm sorry… you just took me by surprise is all. Here, do it again."

Tweek rolled his eyes. I thought he wasn't going to but he always had a way of surprising me. Within seconds, soft lips touched mine like they did just seconds before, only this time I didn't push Tweek away. This would be my first kiss, on a cliché day like this one. I didn't know what the hell I was doing but I figured neither did Tweek and we would figure it out together.

After a few seconds, I pulled away. Refusing to open my eyes. I was afraid of opening them knowing his face would be inches away from mine. I didn't want to face the confrontation which I would more than likely turn to an awkward situation.

"I think… I'm falling for you C."

The words ringed in my eardrums on repeat. Not a single syllable made sense. They sounded foreign aimed towards me and even more foreign coming from Tweek's mouth.

The fact that my closest friend had feelings for me was unbelievable. The small blonde who spoke too loud with a voice that didn't fit his figure liked someone like me: An individual who couldn't decide what the fuck they were and was considered the freak of the town.

When I reopened my eyes, Tweek was indeed staring at me, with a stupid smile on his face, and I couldn't help but smile back; largely flashing my braces his way.

"On Valentine's Day of all days, pretty ironic hmm?"

"I swear to god if you planned that Tweek…"

He threw his head back and laughed loudly, "I would never."