Chapter Four is up~ X3 Thank you for the favorites and reviews. Sadly, this chapter is mostly filler, but nevertheless, a nice tidbit to the plot.

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Wendy sat alongside her friend, Bebe, as they waited for their first period class doors to open. They utilized their textbooks as seat cushions. Wendy had long dark hair with intelligent brown eyes. She was wearing a lavender colored sweater that hung loosely on her skinny frame. Her pink hat hid her eyebrows as she continued to giggle. Many could remember that she used to uphold a high sense of nobility and honor at childhood, passionate in her studies, but said cleverness and gusto had noticeably diminished throughout the years. Nowadays, her intellect remains just as brilliant; however, she's more inclined to brainlessness over cute clothing and boys. Her "best friend forever," Bebe, has always been a certain way, from childhood to adolescence. She was a bit airheaded, although many would claim she was sharper than she let on. However, one thing was certain; Bebe was manipulative, self-centered, and sometimes just downright bitchy. Although she often played the villain amongst the girls, she wasn't as heartless as she led on. Contrasting Wendy, Bebe wore provocative clothing. She had on a tight red shirt that clung to her curvy body as well as black shorts that barely covered anything. Her blonde hair was dyed frequently to shine a prettier gold color, but in consequence, left it dead and frizzy.

Wendy spoke up: "Alright, so it's settled, my partner in crime! You take on Tweek, while I take on the steely Craig!"

"Agh, no fair, you have a boyfriend, you know!"

Wendy clapped her hands together in a huff. "Geez, it's not like that! Besides, what could you possibly say to him?"

"… Maybe sway my hips and look coy?" She grinned lewdly.

"You're so slutty!" Wendy giggled. "Haha, but not even your God-given hips will help you out on him…"

"Ugh, I know, I know. Geez, to know that the cutest single guy is taken… By… Tweek." She hissed bitterly.

Wendy stuck out her tongue. "Yes, yes, like you're lacking in boyfriends…"

Bebe slapped Wendy's thigh playfully. "Ha, shut up! I'm just saying, okay? Besides, all I want right now is to hook the two up~ I mean, they're so different from each other that it's undeniably cute…"

"Yep, so what's our battle strategy?"

"Err… I don't know… I mean, what do I say? 'Go ahead and make out already, fuck-tards'?"

"… Genius." Wendy rolled her eyes as she let out a huff.

Bebe clenched her teeth and huffed back. "Fine! As if you're much better, what will you say?"

"Uh… I don't know. He always has that 'I'm going to kill you if you come in fifty yards of me' vibe, so honestly… I'm scared shitless."

"… Well, maybe I should explain to the dumb blonde about love. I mean, people are saying that Craig and Tweek still think they're friends."

"Err, friends with benefits?" Wendy murmured unsurely.

"No, and that's what doesn't make sense! Are they really just that thick about romance? That completely oblivious? I mean, it's the twenty first century!"

Wendy sighed and put a guaranteeing palm to her shoulder. "Bebe… I… I think they are."

"Oh, God." The two slumped into the walls, suddenly feeling as if they were being weighed down by tons. "Let's hope this goes well, Wendy…"

Clyde's coming back today. Craig notes. It was Friday morning and the first period was on its way to ending.

The entire week Tweek and Craig had to endure thousands of people on the school campus hooting and whistling after their kissing fiasco at the fight. Craig casually flipped them off while Tweek had one of his nervous breakdowns during class. Token merely avoided them in embarrassment after the first couple rallies. He didn't really appreciate it whenever too much attention, positive or negative, was given to him or his friends.

Wendy called after Craig during his way out of first period; she waves slightly, hoping to attract his attention. With an arrogant cock of the head, he overlooks her, continuing towards his next class. Not Wendy Testaburger again… Frustrated, she chucks an eraser at his head, hitting him square on the back of the head, making his ears ring a little. He picks up the eraser from the floor, wrings it in annoyance before waiting for her at the lockers, leaned up lazily, reluctance plastered all over his face.

She skips over with a cute giggle before locking her arm with his. "Howdy, howdy, Craig~"

"You're dating Stan." He states grumpily before trying to shake her arm off.

Wendy is at a complete loss for a moment before shaking her head. "No, this…" She jiggles his arm in affirmation. "… Is so you have to listen to everything I have to say." She corrects.

Craig glares over at the girl, only seeing a pink knit cap. She's kind of short… "So this is a sort of precaution… So the fly won't escape from the spider's web?" She makes an put out grimace as he starts to muse over the comparison. The spider spins intricate and alluring patterns, waiting expectantly. Once a victim is caught and entangled in the sticky webbing, it wraps it around in its deadly silk, the thread flowing out its spinneret. Weaving out a certain doom for its meal, it gives it a slow and painful death as it suffers of suffocation from being cocooned alive. An abrupt end would be one most fitting to the struggling meal, but said spider is not so merciful. As the elegant spider digs its venomous fangs into the cocoon, it sucks the blood out, mirroring its humanoid cousin, the graceful vampire. It leaves behind the rest of the corpse for later as it continues to expand on its home –

Wendy snaps him out of his thoughts. Craig always had a tendency to get carried away. "Ha. I hardly think that you would be considered a fly." Since we're talking bugs, a praying mantis would fit his personality more. She gives a small, cocksure chuckle before she tightens her hold. Craig winces.

"Then what the hell do you want? Your possessive pussy of a boyfriend isn't going to like seeing you hanging on the arm of another guy." He snaps. He didn't like it when girls he didn't even know that well got too friendly.

Whoa. He almost sounded angry! … Well, if it wasn't for that voice. "I'm not flirting!" Her eyes perked up as she spoke up indignantly. "I would never flirt with you –" She enunciated the words repeatedly before catching the annoyed stare from Craig as he looked on with even furthered disinterest. She glued together her lips as she looked straight up at Craig.

Crap, did I insult him? Wendy put up her hands in defense as Craig raised a questioning eyebrow. "I mean, not that I wouldn't flirt with you! Because you're really cute!" Her face turns a shade of pink at the realization of what she had admitted. She slaps herself in the face as she groans in frustration. He crosses his arms. "No! No! No!" She stamps her feet before continuing to speak, this time her tone lighthearted. "Damn, you're good at making girls flustered!" When he doesn't respond (being slightly disturbed), she uneasily laughs before wagging a finger at his face. Oh geez, I must look like a total spaz! "Bad Craig! Is that your way of treating a young lady?"

All I see is a mountain gorilla… "Then go on, I don't want to be late." She frowns before loosening her hold and lightly pulling him toward the lockers.

Wendy flusters before shaking back into her easygoing personality. "I shall tell you this beforehand, Mr. Tucker, but we will be having an entirely professional chat about thy love life."

"My… My love life?" Is she talking about who I think she's talking about?

"Yes, sire, thy relationship with squire Tweek? It is most suspicious, no?" Craig blushes lightly, but Wendy's perceptive eyes catch it like a trained hawk. He looks kind of anxious. Hm, I've never seen that side of him. … I don't think anyone has.

"Well… Not that it's any of your business… But I have nothing to hide. What would you like to know?" His face relaxes as well as his shoulders. The tardy bell rings, yet it falls on deaf ears. Craig was more nervous than he currently let on.

"What made you want to kiss him? I mean… You guys are only friends, right?" She teases, loving the momentary control she has over the usually stoic Craig.

"Well… I… I don't know. I guess it just got a bit weird after all the blows to my head." He's more flustered, Wendy catching the tinge of pink on his cheeks. He glides a smooth tongue over his pale lips.

Hm… So when he's genuinely nervous, he licks his lips… Cute. "… Is that all? Are you sure it wasn't because you like him?"

"Of course I like him." He licks his lips once more, the tongue gliding over casually whenever he stops speaking. "He's my friend." He smacks his lips a little before clearing his throat.

And again, he licks his lips. Three times! This has got to be a record. Wendy drew back in shock at the first statement before realizing it was another instance of Craig's naivety. "No. I mean, like like him." She moves her fingers in a circular motion, emphasizing on her meaning.

"… I thought it was quite evident that we see each other only as friends." He's less flustered, the tongue habit gone now.

Ah, he's getting angry again. "Friends don't kiss each other like that."

"No… They do not." He strained out, more subdued in his tone than usual. He crosses his arms.

"And? You sure did in plain sight… C'mon, I'm a friend, I just want to know…"

"… Be it a friend or an enemy, this has nothing to do with you." His emotion diminishes by a little mid-sentence.

Wendy dug deeper. "… Well, yes. But I want to know why you are so keen on hiding this." Craig growls lowly before flipping Wendy off. Wendy's eyes widened, and her cocksure attitude faded as she became exasperated. She could no longer track any scent of emotion in his voice or face. That moment was gone. "You sure do, Craig. Why else would you blushing as soon as I mentioned Tweek?" He started to hiss something under his breath. She leaned in, eager to hear his reply. "Oh. What was that?" She crooned.

His eyes narrow. "… That's enough. I'm not some mindless bitch to be toyed around with."

"W-what?"

His voice is indifferent, but the words stab the same. "Curiosity kills the cat, you know? Don't go poking your head in into other people's business."

"Craig, I was just –" But Craig wasn't having it, he shakes his head twice and holds up an open palm, signaling to 'shut the fuck up' in a nicer, less wordier adaptation. Wendy's fingers are curled tightly into a fist. C'mon, just give me an answer, you prick!

Seeing Wendy silently fuming, he places the hand back into his pocket. Craig stares at her with fiery eyes before its shine dims. "Look…" Her head bolts up. "… I have to get to class." Her head flops back down. "We're already tardy. See you, Miss Honor Roll, sorry to have stained your perfect attendance record." He sticks out an unenthusiastic tongue, twirls on his heel, before flipping her off once more. He disappears from the corner, his feet still sounding as it makes long and heavy steps. "C-Craig! Damn you, like you ever gave a flying fuck about class!" … Damn prick probably flipped me off again right now. Cursing herself, she stares down at her shoes before she starts to dash after him, her heel scraping violently on the tiles. Damn it! I really hope Bebe's more successful with Tweek!

Bebe wasn't able to catch up with Tweek before second period, so it was a mere coincidence when she saw him stepping out of the guys' bathroom in the hall. He had gotten into another rampage in his classes. Lately, due to his more frequent panic attacks, Tweek's parents had supplied him with a heavy supply of pills. However, those pills were prone to constant hallucinations of gnomes. And Tweek could swear that seconds before, the teacher resembled a certain gnome. Anyways, the end result was Tweek being asked to go to the bathroom to take a little breather.

Bebe waves before walking over to him. "Tweekers!"

"G-gah!" He screamed, lunging at all directions, his eyes going shifty as he scavenged his surroundings.

Whoa. Paranoid much? "Ur, hey, wanted to talk to you."

His eyes widen. "Bebe? Uh… What about?"

"Oh, you know what this is about… I've taken quite an interest in your love life, you know." She sneered, approaching him seductively and twiddling his collar with her polished nails.

Is – Is she hitting on me? "Oh, Jesus!" His arms reach out awkwardly settling on her shoulders. He lightly pushes her away before screaming: "N-no thanks! I just –" He started to shuffle towards class in a hasty fashion as Bebe stood slightly stunned from the loud voice.

"Wait! Tweek, I'll buy you coffee! I just wanted to talk!" She called after him urgently.

Despite wanting to desperately leave moments before, Tweek's ears perked up at the sound of any free offer of coffee. "Coffee?"

Bebe smirked to herself. Oh, this will be much easier than I thought. "So are you dating anyone in particular?"

"Err… No." Please don't hit on me, please don't hit on me, please don't hit on me.

Bebe beckons him over, and the two walk over to the coffee machine. "I'm going to say this outright. I'm not hitting on you."

Oh, thank GOD! "Thank you… I – I've already got my hands full with all the creepy hook-ups – ngh – other people force me into." Tweek bluntly stated, his joyous relief in full view.

Bebe couldn't help but look a bit slighted. God, don't be THAT happy I'm not hitting on you. "Hm… And why is that? None of those girls interest you?" She made it so that she was being as blunt as possible.

Tweek caught it. "Gah, the fuck does that mean?"

Bebe caught the irritation in his tone, but pressed on. "Do girls not appeal to you? Does a certain – golden-eyed raven – appeal to you?" I can't possibly get more specific than this.

"…"

He didn't respond, regardless she continued. "Well… Well?" They approached the coffee machine and she slipped in a dollar for one toasty cup. As he readied a protest, she put a milk coffee to his mouth. His mouth immediately watered.

"Eh, eh, what did you say?"

Much too easy. "I understand you two are very good friends." She put up little quotations with her fingers.

"Ngh! We're not as close as many may think, but yeah, c-close enough to enjoy each other's company."

Ooh, what kind of company?

He sipped the coffee longingly. "Man, I haven't had a classic coffee with milk for a while, only those with those crappy creamers…" He sipped hungrily once more. Bebe could only hope that the cup will last for a few more questions, otherwise, her wallet would be going empty in a matter of seconds.

"Sooo… I've seen you two holding hands, what is the story behind that?"

He grew stiff and a small sweat drop formed at his forehead. "W-well, uh…" He sips. "I wanted to hold his hand one day…" He blushes. "B-but I don't know… Friends do that… Right?"

Err, not guy friends… At least, none that I know of… Except maybe Kyle and Stan. Hm. "… How did Craig reply?" Bebe's inner fan girl was squealing in elation from the inside. Maybe he tightly grips the palm and pulls Tweek over to him, kissing him fiercely on the lips, an unlikely romance being born anew –

But unlike her little vision, the truth was far more plausible. He rubs at his arm nervously with the free hand, shrugging his shoulder lightly. "Well, uh, he said it was really random…" He sips the remaining hot liquid, before chugging it down abruptly as Bebe opens her mouth to speak.

"Oh." Bebe's inner fan girl fell to her knees in disappointment. "Well, that sounds like Craig…"

He winces slightly at his name, but his voice remains calmer than usual. "… Yeah… Uh… So is that it, Bebe?" He murmured, crushing the now empty cup. He approached the trash can.

As his hand hovered over the opening of the bin, she boldly asked: "Did you feel anything when you kissed him?"

He jerks a little, the empty cup dropping to the side. "Heh, I, uh… Missed." As he awkwardly bended over to pick it up, he could only curse himself knowing that Bebe's interest had peaked. I swear she's staring at me right now… And I'm pretty sure it's not 'cuz of the ass.

"…" Oh. So it is like… 'That.' His hand began to tremble before he placed into the bin. This is just getting good. She ordered another coffee from the machine and immediately pressed the coffee to his lips once more. "C'mon, another one on me, Tweek."

"… Of course… Th-Thanks." Damn it. Woman knows I can't refuse coffee. He starts to chug it, intent on finishing it quickly and bidding her goodbye.

"Of course, of course! So… You did feel something… Why don't you… Describe that to me? Did it give a little tingle down there?"

He almost spit out his coffee. Now she's reminding of some wizened, old shrink. … A perverted one. … With no shame. … At all. He sighs. Now I just need an IKEA brand sofa-bed to lean on for the therapy session. "Err… Bebe, you're… Nice, and all… But… Uh… Isn't this kind of personal? I mean… There's no r-real reason to tell you this kind of embarrassing stuff."

Embarrassing? I want to know! "Oho, Tweek doesn't trust me!" She made a fake hurt expression, twirling around and pretending to be sad. Let's just hope this works…

"Ah, sorry! Ngh, I mean, I guess there's no harm…"

Wow. He fell for that? "Trust me, I'm a friend." He makes a face of disbelief. "… And an expert on these things." He raises an eyebrow questioningly, but he had an idea of what she meant. There were only a few things Bebe was an 'expert' on.

"These things?"

"Love and lust, kid." She pats him on the shoulder. "… And I might be able to clarify these confused feelings you've been having."

"R-really? You'll help?" Tweek trusted people easily. Just not gnomes. … Or people who look like gnomes.

She takes out a palm and he hesitantly shakes it. "I won't tell. Cross my heart."

She can't be that bad, right? I mean, I'll tell her, and she'll leave me alone, right? "Well, uh… Y-yeah, you're right. Gah, I did have weird feelings…"

She jumped on her chance. "How many times did you kiss?"

He was caught a little off guard. "Oh, uh, ngh…" He bites down on his lip. "Three times…"

"Who started it? When were the times you kissed?"

"Uh… Well…" He felt a bit pressured from the bombardment at all sides. "Craig did… H-he doesn't really know why… … We k-kissed the first time outside in the morning…" He paused.

"Well?" She was getting impatient and he was getting jittery.

"Ah, h-hold on, this is…" He sighs. Am I just being a push-over again? "Well, second time… Was at the fight…" He scratches the back of his head. "Third was at my house… Ur… Y-yeah."

"Hm… Sorry I interrupted, so… What were the feelings?"

"Oh, uh. I don't know… Agh… I felt f-fuzzy. It was… Warm?" He was lost on how to interpret the feeling.

"… Hm, you mean, Craig's lips?" Ooh, I wonder if he's a good kisser.

"… Well, th-that too... C-can we stop? Ngh! … I kind of want to think this over..."

"Oh, you never thought about it?" It should be common sense for people to think about things like that after it happens… But I guess Craig and Tweek aren't that common.

"N-not really… Gah! It's just so weird!" He bit down on his bottom lip, reopening the sealed wounds. "… I d-don't know! I mean, I thought since I'm always a bit s-strange… That…"

"…"

"That… Well, I thought… M-maybe this is just a – ngh – weird urge?"

"You think you just did that absent-mindedly? … To a friend? To someone you consider only a friend?"

"Gah! F-friend? I? … Is he? I – He – Well." Tweek was currently experiencing a major brain fart. He clutched his hair roots almost violently as he shut his eyes tight.

He didn't see Bebe's sneer. And he sure as hell didn't hear her murmur: "All according to plan."

Bebe really was a manipulative bitch.

The second period bell rang and Bebe made her way to Wendy. Wendy sat slumping, her sandwich mimicking her mood as its bread drooped and its tomatoes sagged into the bottom.

"How'd you go?" A groggy Wendy asked.

"… Perfect. I really gave him something big to think about." Bebe whispered to herself. The blonde was practically beaming out of everywhere but her ass.

Wendy didn't hear. "… Geez, I suck."

"Aw, it didn't work out with Craig?" Bebe sat down next to her, patting her back.

She glared up and spit out viciously: "Craig's a prick." Her head drooped back down.

"But said prick now has a paranoid cutie thinking after him…"

Wendy looked up; face first surprised, but immediately smiling. "Oh? I wonder how he'll act around him now…" Her face went soft and expressive as she pondered.

"Wendy?"

"Yeah?"

"I feel kind of guilty."

"Huh?"

"I feel like we really messed up fate. We butted in, you know?"

"What are you talking about? I succeeded at nothing, other than getting Craig mad, at least on the inside. But then again, he's probably mad at everyone on the inside. You, on the other hand, yeah, you butted in and actually changed something ~" Bebe and Wendy giggled on the seats. Their little game of matchmaking was going to pay off.

It was lunchtime and Tweek was still brooding from before. He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he actually refused coffee when Craig offered it. He felt a bit troubled. "… You never refuse coffee. What's up?"

"… N-nothing. I'm just thinking." Tweek stared over to the other, his face was aligned with Craig, but his eyes not focused on anything in particular. "… Uh, hey, ngh, Craig?"

"What?"

"… Er… Never mind. Can I… Uhm." He bites his bottom lip once more, and Craig jerks up a little at the sight of blood trickling down the rim of the mouth.

He frowned. "Spit it out already." Craig hated it when a sentence went unfinished only to linger.

I forgot how easily annoyed he can get…"Gah! Hand." Craig looked at him confused before Tweek put his hand out, palm up, and Craig inwardly grimaced on how Tweek treated him as if he were a puppy sometimes.

Craig looked around for any bystanders, and when he found none, he clasped his hand over Tweek's with slight hesitation. He met his face towards Tweek and gave him a small stare, neither happy nor angry, neither at ease nor uncomfortable, and like always, Tweek immediately blushed, but stayed rigid as before. When Craig tried to push through his fingers on Tweek once more, he was surprised on how he didn't resist. The slim fingers slipped in easily through the cracks of the coarse ones. Tweek's hands felt colder than usual. Craig's eyes widened once more when he felt the palm shaking slightly, worried, he rubs his thumb over the back, only to have Tweek twitch at the fuzzy contact. I… I think I just felt a rat scamper down my spine… Did I say that right? … I'm feeling butterflies. Tweek's eyes turned a little hazy as he started to grow a little warm from the contact; his body trembled, he felt dizzy, his cheeks felt hot, he couldn't breathe correctly, and he felt constant uncomfortable tingles on his skin.

The raven looked up at the other's face blankly, only to see a flustered, trembling Tweek. "… Uh. You okay?"

"Y-yeah." He avoided his gaze instantaneously and Craig furrowed his eyebrows.

"You're acting weird."

"Ngh, don't I a-always?"

"Well, weirder." Craig mumbles vacantly. Tweek catches the laughter in his eyes.

Anyone else would have taken slight insult to his forwardness, but Tweek appreciated the honesty. I wonder if I'm the only one who looks past his subtleties. "I'm fine. Gah! Just feeling a little… S-sick. Those pills my mom gave me? Yeah, they're fucking hallucinogens." He grumbles bitterly, and Craig looks on plaintively at his friend. His parents always bombarded him with medicine and coffee to calm him down, worsening him in the process.

"You saw gnomes again?" He asked curiously.

"Mm, bashed another – ngh – desk in. Teacher w-wasn't happy. Had to leave class to cool off." His left eye twitches a little and Craig puts a thumb above his eye and massages it lightly. Tweek's tense muscles relaxed a little under the touch.

"Alright." Craig sighed. He squeezed back at Tweek's palm and with the hand that he traced Tweek's eye with, he brushed back Tweek's bangs, looking at him with his dead yellow eyes almost longingly.

Another weird moment of ours? … No. It's not… Right? Tweek's eyes looked larger when he looked up at Craig. He managed to fidget out: "We're not friends, right?"

Not entirely understanding the question, Craig merely shook his head. "Of course we're friends." He mumbled, a bit offended at the misinterpreted statement.

… Friends. Tweek could only nod, a lamenting smile plastered on his face. "Y-yeah, what was I thinking?" He looks off at his eyes in nostalgia, and his twitchy browns connect with the other's soothing yellows. Craig grows a little stiff under the intense gaze and lets go of his hand. Tweek felt empty. Clenching his now empty hand into a fist, he mumbles incoherently. "W-will you give me a…" He slowly leans forward, bumping his forehead into Craig's lips. Ever since that day, the day of their second and third kiss, Craig stayed a bit distant from the blonde. They had truly continued only as friends, rarely holding hands as Tweek was often to shy to propose it and Craig didn't think too much about it. He engaged in talks with Tweek like always, although they often ended in awkward pauses whenever they were alone. Despite that, Craig was always willing to comply whenever Tweek asked and Tweek always forgiving whenever Craig hugged him abruptly in the middle of the street.

Craig smiled unsurely and gave him a peck on the forehead. Seeing Tweek smile a little afterward, he started to kiss him lightly and briefly, gently pausing and drawing back from each one. Soon, small pecks on the forehead moved to a small peck on the nose, before alternating between the left cheek and right cheek. He started to shower him lightly with tender caresses before Tweek aggressively pulled at his sweater and boldly planted one straight on the lips.

I love Bebe X) Made her kind of a bitch and kind of slutty, but I like those unlikable, likable characters!

Ha, Tweek is kind of getting it. XD In the next chapter, Clyde will show up~

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