AN: I keep trying to write one of these a day, but some days it's harder than others. I don't know why these just keep getting shorter – sorry about that – and I seriously didn't even realize I was writing Tweek until I already was. Hope he came out okay.

- Chapter Four: Stares -

Before they'd started dating, they'd barley been friends. They hung out in the same group about half the time, sat next to each other on the bus vaguely often, and ran in the same circles, but they didn't spend every waking moment together. They didn't even talk much.

Mostly, Craig treated Tweek the same why he treated everyone else. He flipped the boy off.

Tweek had, oddly enough, been okay with that. For some reason, it calmed him down, maybe because he was being included and treated the same as everyone else for once.

It was all those conspiracy theories spinning around in his head, telling him something was wrong because someone wasn't including him. He fucking hate those thoughts, because he knew they weren't true goddamnit. He knew they weren't.

But he couldn't get them out of his head.

Anyway, before they'd started dating, Tweek remembered that Craig used to send him these weird looks all the time, and Tweek fucking hated it. It made him so nervous, and his heart fluttered a little bit in anticipation of those looks every freaking time.

The knowing it was coming, and the waiting for it, was more nerve wracking than the actual looks, for obvious reasons, so Tweek spent most of his time around Craig being even more anxious than normal.

When Tweek thought about it now, he wondered if that was the real reason Craig spent so much time given him weird looks; because Tweek was so goddamned anxious about them.

So he asked Craig.

"Ngh, C-Craig?"

"What."

"W-why GUH, why did you used to look at me all the time?"

"What are you talking about Tweek."

"Back before, Jesus Christ, don't you un-understand me!?"

"No Tweek, I don't. What are you saying."

"Before we were dating, w-why GAH, did you give me weird looks all the time!?"

Craig just kind of stared at him then, giving him that same weird look he used to give him all the time, and Tweek felt himself growing anxious again, just like he used too.

Then Craig grinned mischievously and got off his bed slowly, almost menacingly, dropping the comic he'd been reading and stalking towards where Tweek sat at Craig's computer table.

"Because, I liked the way you reacted," Craig said simply. Tweek blushed and tired to look away, ducking his head, but Craig didn't let him. He grabbed his chin and forced him to meet his eyes, and his smile grew softer.

"I liked to see how riled up I could make you, even back then," Craig whispered against his lips, and then he kissed him.

Tweek squeaked, and then he melted into the kiss, shivering at the feeling of Craig's lips on his. He moaned, and twitched, hands reaching up to melt into Craig's hair, forgetting he was wearing his chullo.

"Ah!" he screamed when his fingers met fabric instead of hair, yanking away from Craig's kiss. "Jesus Christ!"

Craig stared at him, confused for a minute, then reached up and touched his hat. When he realized what had scared Tweek, he started laughing, full and loud, clutching at his stomach. Tweek glared at him, still twitching, and wrapped his arms around himself.

"I-I thought it was a-a-a monster or something, fuck man! How was I supposed to know!

"Because it's always there!" Craig panted through his laughter, still bent over clutching at his stomach.

"Fuck you, Craig!" he shouted defensively, glaring at his boyfriend, having totally forgotten what he'd been thinking out before.

His heart felt big and warm though, and he couldn't help letting a little smile shine through.