A/N: Ahh you guys really inspire me to write more! Just reading your reviews makes me smile.

I hope you don't mind some Creek and Clybe.

Enjoy!

"What... kind of question is that?" A scowl curled the lips of the 13-year-old Craig as he eyed his friend who seemed rather invested in what he just said, round auburn eyes staring right back at his cold cerulean ones.

"It's a curious one." Clyde shrugged but Craig could only roll his eyes in annoyance before immersing his concentration back on his textbook, knowing that this conversation was going nowhere. This was one of the things why he didn't like having a fleeting moment of silence with Clyde- the brunette always ended up thinking up of a random topic to discuss about then blurting it out without even a trace of hesitation. This one, in particular, was in no doubt the most peculiarly bizarre topic he had ever thought of and Craig couldn't help but wonder if it's because he's just running out of new material. Maybe he should try to come up with a topic for once but that was never a smooth duty for him. Clyde was the talkative one. He was just the listener and nothing else other than occasional snarky comments.

"Well I'm not answering it." The taller of the two shook his head but when he felt Clyde move closer to him on his bed, he immediately knew the guy will not let this go.

"Come on! It's not gay or anything! Don't you ever wonder about the alternate universe?"

"A universe where the two of us are romantic partners?" Craig granted his friend a look of annoyed incredulity. "You've seriously been thinking about that?"

"No!" Clyde was too quick in denying it but Craig paid no mind to it. "I just... thought of it now. Anyway, come oooonnn. Who do you think would top if we were partners?"

Craig sighed as he reached up to rub his eyes with his thumb and his pointer finger. "First of all, we can never be partners."

Clyde frowned. "Why not?"

"Because," The dark-haired teen directed his gaze back at him with an arched brow. "we're best friends. We've known each other since kindergarten which means we know almost everything about each other. There is nothing to learn from the other anymore. I've seen you at your best and at your worst and you've seen mine. When it comes to being in a relationship with someone, you and your partner get to develop your connection and learn things about each other that you've never known about which pretty much adds the thrill to it. If ever we even started dating, it wouldn't last three days. Shit, I don't even think there would be much difference between us. It would be boring. We'll get tired of each other easily and if we did last more than a week, we'll probably just end up getting into a ridiculous fight then break up and the tension will forever live between us."

Clyde just stared at his friend with blinking astounded eyes, not entirely certain what to say. As though taking his silence as a gift for finally giving him his peace of mind, Craig directed his attention back on his book. "Now shut up and just read my comic books or-"

"I think you're wrong."

"Huh?" The taller teen frowned at the brunette. "What makes you say so?"

A pout formed Clyde's lips while keeping his stare fixated on his friend and Craig knew this look all too well. He was about to get "Donovized" as Clyde would like to call it whenever he would get to veritably correct someone with great accuracy. Clyde shifted closer to his friend with a determined look on his face. "While it's true that some people believe that getting in a relationship with your best friend could risk your friendship, but there's still the possibility of enhancing it. Like what you said earlier, we've seen each other at our best and at our worst which means there's absolutely no insecurity between us anymore. We're perfectly comfortable with each other and don't have to fear about one of us cheating on the other or get all worked up about whether or not we're good enough for the other. And you're wrong about not learning new stuff from each other. There are some things that best friends don't get to do together that romantic partners can."

Craig narrowed his eyes at him, already knowing where this was going. "Clyde, don't even bring it up-"

"Sex!" Clyde grinned all too eagerly and Craig found himself scooting away from him without delay just in case he was up to something. Clyde didn't seem to notice though. "We'd get to learn each other's kinks and whatnot! Testing them out and stepping over our comfort zone... that's the thrill of it! And being best friends is a great benefit because we wouldn't even be ashamed of admitting our kinks!"

I can't fucking believe we're actually talking about this, Craig thought in disbelief.

"And honestly," Clyde blabbered on. "I think I'd top you."

The sudden sense of pride washed over Craig at that as he straightened up and scowled at his friend. "Excuse me? Why do you get to top?"

"Well, for one, you're skinnier than me so wouldn't that make you the girl?"

"Idiot. The physique has nothing to do with who gets to top and who gets to bottom."

"Really?"

Craig rolled his eyes. "You'd be bottom, Clyde. Everyone seems to think you got a nice ass anyway. Might as well put it to good use."

He caught on the crimson hue that dusted Clyde's cheeks and Craig couldn't help but smirk in victory at this. Unfortunately though, Clyde didn't seem to be fond of letting him have the last laugh. With a determined huff, the shorter of the two boys suddenly pinned the dark-haired male down on the bed and earned a yelp of surprise from his friend- his palms digging onto his shoulders and ignoring how Craig's textbook crashed down onto the carpet. He grinned. "Whaddya know, you're the one lying on your back. That makes you the bottom then~"

Craig glared at him before making a struggle in an attempt to push the brunette off of him but to no avail. Clyde was most likely stronger than him but Craig was not one to admit that so he attempted to thrash his arms only to have his friend grab his hands and pin them above his head. Goddammit. Craig couldn't help the scowl of utter annoyance that twsited his lips by the mere sight of the pompous look of victory adorning his best friend's features.

"Well?" Clyde raised an amused brow at him. "Give in?"

"If this is your way of showing dominance, then fuck, you're shallow."

"All sizzle," Clyde smirked as he leaned down closer to his friend, adjusting his tone to a hushed one. "no steak."

"Ugh, whatever. Just get off of me." Craig growled before finally being granted access to freedom. He sighed and sat up, immediately reaching for his hat that had fallen off due to Clyde's spontaneity and settled it back on his head. "Geez, who the hell even cares who would top? It's not like it will actually happen."

"Yeah well you think of something to talk about." Clyde stuck his tongue out at him and Craig failed to resist the urge to do the same.

"Just go read some comic books, asshat." The taller teen threw a pillow at his friend's face, grinning when it caught the brunette off-guard and sent him crashing down onto his carpet. "And keep your fantasies to yourself, faggot."

"You're home early."

Craig straightens up from the fridge as soon as he got himself a can of soda before looking over to the side to see Ruby leaning her shoulder against the door frame and munching on a candy bar. She eyes him with her signature disinterested look on her face and takes another bite of her snack before asking, "Aren't you supposed to be at your boyfriend's place for your night of lovemaking or something?"

Correcting Ruby about Tweek not being his boyfriend has already ran its course at this point. It's getting pretty useless after all since the girl is just as tenacious as he is. He shrugs his shoulders before brushing past her to head straight for the living room, hoping that there's something compelling enough to watch on TV. He needs something to get his mind off Clyde and since Tweek won't be there to be his sole distraction, he figures that a crappy sitcom will do the trick. He knows that he really shouldn't be thinking of Clyde anymore, especially since the guy doesn't seem to be at all affected by what happened yesterday. The jock's behavior earlier has done nothing but make Craig feel pathetic- as if he's getting worked up over nothing. He needs to brush it off as soon as possible before Clyde gets here tonight unless he wants his pride further damaged by letting that asshole discover that he's been eavesdropping on his masturbation.

"You two fightin'?" Ruby joins him on the couch and leans back against the armrest, bringing her skinny legs up to rest them on her brother's lap. "Because you should know, I'm gonna have to beat your ass if you make Tweek cry. He gives me free coffee at Harbucks."

"We're not having our movie night because he's expected to attend an hour early before his shift." Craig reaches for the remote to turn the TV on. "He said that the shop is celebrating something or I dunno."

"What are they celebrating?" Ruby cocks a brow at him but Craig just shrugs.

"I dunno. He won't tell me."

"Hmm... doesn't that seem suspicious to you?"

Craig sighs and leans back against the sofa, taking a sip from his soda then giving his sister another shrug of a response. Ruby doesn't seem to be too happy with his answer though for she kicks him on the hip for that, eliciting a glare from the older Tucker. "Craig, you should probably go and check what he's up to. You never know, he might be cheating on you. Why else wouldn't he expound on his plans today?" Is this kid seriously still assuming that he's dating Tweek after the great number of denials he had already given her? Again, correcting her is truly getting pointless so Craig fixates his gaze back on the television.

"Tweek can't cheat. He's too disorganized."

"You can go ahead and try to convince yourself as much as you like." Ruby finally steps off the couch to head back to her room. "But if I were you, I'd investigate it." And with that, she takes her leave at long last but not before smirking upon catching sight of the look of deep hesitance playing on her brother's features. Craig sighs and runs his fingers through his hair, trying his very best to let the show playing in front of him occupy his thoughts. What the hell is it about? Two waitresses being broke or something? Goddammit, he couldn't catch up. Not when the dilemma Clyde had established keeps swirling within the realms of his mind and now his concern over what Tweek is up to is adding onto his list of shaken thoughts. Why the hell wouldn't Tweek just tell him what the shop is celebrating? What could he possibly be hiding? Thanks a fucking lot, Ruby. With a tired sigh, Craig gets up from the couch and heads straight for the door.

As soon as he pulls the door open though, he chances upon Karen whose hand is already raised in pursuit of ringing the doorbell. However, as soon as their eyes meet, she drops her hand back down to her side all too quickly and averts her gaze down to the ground.

"H-Hi, Craig... Is... Is Ruby home?"

"Yeah, she's in her room." Craig doesn't spare her another glance as he brushes past her, not taking notice of how the young brunette watched his retreating figure. He couldn't help but worry over whether or not Tweek lied to him about his plans today. Maybe he has gotten himself in trouble in a way and is intent on taking care of it today, resulting to him coming up with an excuse to not continue their movie night. The thought of the blond not wanting Craig to get involved in whatever shenanigans he got involved in seems like the kind of thing he'd do after all. Nevertheless, the mere thought of it irks Craig. Aren't they supposed to be friends? If Tweek needed help, he would have said so instead of just hiding it from him unless...

...his life is on the line. Perhaps he owes someone dangerous a large sum of money and is looking for ways to pay it. Why else wouldn't he want Craig involved, right? It really does seem logical the more he-

"The fuck?" A frown furrows the brows of the dark-haired male the very second he has finally neared his destination, spotting Tweek serving the shop's customers in a mint green maid dress. He almost didn't recognize him with the long blonde wig settled neatly over his usually unkempt hair, golden locks falling elegantly over his shoulders. But seeing him twitch every now and then has determined that he truly is the coffee fanatic that he knows. Now this is certainly odd. Why the hell is he dressed like that? Carefully, Craig saunters closer to the shop and takes notice of the chalkboard stand displayed outside near the entrance.

"Happy International Transgender Day of Visibility?" Craig reads in puzzlement. He didn't even know there is such a day. He chances another glance at the window of the shop only to realize that all the waiters are indeed dressed in different women's clothing while the waitresses wear the exact opposite. He fixates his gaze back on Tweek who's just in the midst of giving a customer three packets of sugar as requested before their eyes meet. His bright jade eyes widen in utter horror and Craig couldn't stop himself from granting him a one-sided smirk and a casual salute. He doesn't waste any more time and steps into the shop, amused at how Tweek stays frigid on his spot- evidently lost as to what to do.

"C-Craig...! You're not supposed to be here...!" The blond finally squeaks out, hiding the latter part of his face with his notepad.

Craig looks down at him with an amused smirk, his hands digging into the pockets of his jacket. "Why? Are you taking away my right to be here, Tweek? Besides, I didn't think you'd be into this kind of stuff." He teases, reaching to twirl a golden lock of Tweek's wig around his finger.

As though only realizing that his friend has come to ridicule him, Tweek narrows his eyes at the taller male before swatting his hand away with a cute pout forming on his- wait, are his lips painted with gloss? "Dressing up like this is already b-bad enough. I don't need you making fun of me too, Craig." He twitches a bit in between words.

"Hey now, I'm here to make you feel pretty, Goldilocks." Craig chuckles before giving Tweek's cheek a soft pinch. "Besides, aren't you supposed to be nice to your customers?"

Tweek's round cheeks are heated with humiliation at this point as he engages himself in a staring battle with his all too-amused friend. He's going to make Craig pay for this. With a defeated huff, the notably shorter male tugs the cuff of Craig's sleeve and pulls him to an empty booth. "Fine, order something then i-if you want to be acknowledged as a customer."

Craig chuckles again, not even remembering when was the last time he was actually this entertained. Seeing Tweek dressed like a girl with a resentful look embellishing his baby-like features is all too enticing for him. And he's thankful for the fact that the make-up artist didn't even bother to conceal the dark circles under his friend's eyes, still letting the blond display his character in spite of the entire makeover. As he takes a seat, he watches Tweek fumble for his pen from the pocket of his apron- noticing how his skirt reaches just above his knees. Craig cocks a brow at this. "Did you seriously shave your legs for this?"

"A-Argh! I don't wanna talk about it!" Tweek shakes his head frantically and squeezes his eyes shut. "J-Just give me your order, please!"

"Fine, fine." Craig lets out a laugh again then directs his attention on the menu that has already been prepared on the table. "Get me two cups of caffe medici."

Tweek blinks before bringing up his middle and pointer fingers. "Two?"

"Yeah. I want you to have a drink with me."

Tweek frowns at this. "I dunno if that's-"

"Just do it. You aim to please your customers anyway."

The blond glares at him in disapproval for a bit before sighing and nodding his head. "F-Fine... I'll ask my manager."

Craig then watches his friend walk away, not even realizing the small one-sided smile still curling his lips as he does so. He has to admit, in spite of it being unmistakably scarce, he sorta feels quite a loss for the snappy returns Tweek used to give him. Back when they were kids, they never got along at all and when they did start to hang out more often, Tweek would always return Craig's rude remarks with glares or sarcastic responses. Now that he has thought about it, he couldn't recall when the blond actually started being really nice to him. Perhaps it happened all too gradually that he had failed to notice it. Nevertheless, he does wish Tweek would behave like this more often. It makes their conversations twice more interesting; not that he finds their interactions dull but still not interesting enough for them to be memorable. Most of theirs topics would always only center around what happened in class and Craig telling Tweek to calm down if he starts freaking out about unintentionally offending him.

He doesn't mind the new Tweek though. Not that he would admit it out loud but Craig finds him cute in a way. He knows that the blond will in no doubt freak out though if he actually tells him that so he had convinced himself to keep that speculation to himself. There are times when he had actually considered asking the blond out in more ways than one but who is he kidding? Craig always deems himself a fucking loser- it'd be a miracle if he actually gets into college. No, he doesn't have a stable future. Nothing is planned out for him simply because his family doesn't give a fuck. He couldn't blame them though. He's told them a thousand times already that he still doesn't have a particular goal in his life and they eventually gave up asking him about it. If he doesn't have a stable future, then it would be an embarrassment to date him and he simply couldn't let Tweek have that even if he wanted to.

A halt is immediately dropped onto his thoughts when his phone started vibrating in his pocket. With a grunt, he fishes it out to find a message from Clyde.

Oh, what joy.

From: Clyde
Message:
bebe's coming over around 6 sooooo i'll b over by 11, yea? 8)

Honestly, how can that guy send a text message regarding when to meet up with him for another make out session while thinking about the fact that his girlfriend will be coming over? It almost as if he doesn't have shame at all. No wait, scratch that. Clyde does have some shame in him. He did it admit before, did he not? Craig scowls at the memory, recalling what happened at Bebe's party where the brunette had coldly told him that it is 'absolutely downright embarrassing to be seen wtih him'. Craig finds himself tightening his hold of his phone, the familiar bitter resentment rising up within him. Right, he's nothing but Clyde's dirty little secret and thinking about it know makes him feel loathsome. What the hell has he been doing? He has thought of this a lot of fucking times already and he still couldn't bring a stop to what they've been doing. Clyde is cheating on Bebe with him and if that word somehow gets out and circulates around the school, he will end up being the 'whore' of the story. He won't be that guy who doesn't get notice by anybody anymore and he's very much comfortable with that status of his right now so he most certainly doesn't want to get rid of it.

I need to stop this before things get out of hand. And for some reason, he has a feeling that things will get out of hand soon enough; especially after he realized that Clyde had practically jerked off to the thought of him. That, and the fact that he had also jerked off to his former best friend's sounds.

But then again, breaking things off with Clyde probably wouldn't even be much of a loss on Clyde's part. He still has Bebe. He'll lose his make-out buddy but he still has a girlfriend he could actually fuck. And Craig? He'll end up with nothing. He'll resume back to his boring ass life: go to school, chat with Tweek, head back home, update his blog then go to sleep. What a life. Clyde will surely have the last laugh on that one.

Damn it. He can't have that asshole laughing at him in the end. But how the hell is he supposed to avoid that?

"H-Here...!" Tweek arrives with the two cups of caffe medici, obliviously interrupting Craig's train of thoughts. "Boss said I can have- ngh- fifteen minutes."

Craig stares at his friend who has settled himself comfortably on the cushioned seat across from him, innocently looking like the perfect solution to his problem.

No. Tweek deserves someone better. I can't be fucking selfish.

Tweek blinks upon realizing that the taller teen has just been staring at him. He furrows his brows in concern, fake lashes moving along his blinking emerald eyes and gently brushing his undereyes. "Err, C-Craig...? You okay?"

Fuck it. "I have something to ask you."

The sound of the doorbell renders the air just as soon as Clyde has stepped out of his bedroom, freshly showered. Who could that be? His dad won't be home until tomorrow morning and he's still expecting Bebe in an hour. Drying his hair with a towel, the jock descends down the stairs and heads for the door; not even bothering to check who it is in spite of his father's lectures before pulling the door open to see his girlfriend beaming at him with a grocery bag grasped in her hand.

"Babe..." Clyde blinks in surprise. "You're... You're here early. What's up?"

Bebe arches a brow at his surprise, a playful smirk twisting her lips. "What, am I not allowed to see my boyfriend earlier than scheduled? Our practice ended early and since your dad won't be home until tomorrow, I figured why not spend an hour early with you?" She steps up to plant a kiss on the boy's lips, her arms instinctively encircling around his neck and smilng against the kiss when Clyde returned it. It is short-lived though for the blonde breaks it and brushes past the brunette, striding over to where the kitchen can be located. "I'm in the mood for some pasta right now so you don't mind me making us some here for dinner, hmm?"

"Yeah, sure." Clyde closes and locks the door before trailing after his girlfriend. "I thought some pizza would be good enough for you but it's good that you decided to be creative today."

Bebe laughs while she starts fishing out the necessary kitchen tools, already familiar with the Donovans' kitchen. Bebe is the only girl Clyde's dad has ever approved of compared to the other girls the jock had dated and Clyde doesn't even have to wonder why. Bebe Stevens is the epitome of perfection- beautiful, smart, funny and open-minded. He recalls how he had dated her before back in the third grade, then again in the fourth grade and she was in no way similar to what she has become now. Perhaps some of Wendy's good traits have rubbed off on her and now, Clyde couldn't even figure out what she sees him. Of course, he's hot. He knows that. But other than that, he couldn't help but have this twinge of insecurity of what she truly thinks of him. He's not exactly the smartest guy in class nor is he the funniest one. Personality wise, he's rather plain. He doesn't have any interesting stories or trivia to share like Kyle does nor can he give her that sense of thrill that Christophe does. Bebe has dated a good number of people who are notably better than him and while they obviously don't have his looks, they still have Bebe's best interests.

Just as he had thought before, he could try and give her that sense of thrill but recalling how she used to date Christophe before, could he really match up to what he had given her? Hell, he even heard that that damn French prick literally saved her from an infamously dangerous gang then had wild sex after. How was he supposed to match up to that?

"-so she got a perm after her friends pressured her to. She looks different but still really cute." Bebe's words cut into the jock's mind and he looks up to see her already working on their dinner. He sighs somewhat dreamily and leans his shoulder on the door frame, just admiring the blonde beauty before him who doesn't seem to mind that she's not getting a response from her boyfriend since she's so invested in her story. Really, what does she see in him?

He flinches in surprise when he suddenly felt his phone vibrating in his pocket, also catching Bebe's attention.

"Hold on." He says as he fishes his phone out to see a message from Craig. He frowns. Craig doesn't normally text him first unless he's decided to postpone their session at a later time. But then again, the guy never really responded to his text earlier.

"Who is it?" Clyde catches on the tinge of suspicion in his girlfriend's voice but then disregards it, far too concerned with what Craig has to say.

"It's just dad. He wants me to check some documents in his office. It sounds important so I should do it right away." He walks to Bebe whose back is turned to him and plants a kiss on her cheek, giving her hip a soft squeeze. "Be back in a minute, babe."

"Take your time~"

Again, what does she see in him?

Turning around, Clyde heads out of the kitchen in pursuit of stepping into his father's office. He turns the light on and closes the door behind him before unlocking his phone once again and checking the message.

From: Craig
Message:
lets stop what we're doing

What? What in the actual fuck?! Is this guy seriously thinking of breaking things off with him through a fucking text message?! While Clyde has also been intending to break things off with him to make things right with Bebe, he didn't think that Craig will actually beat him to it. Shit, I am not going to be the dumpee here. With a shaky sigh as an attempt of totally not losing his shit, Clyde pushes in his response.

'what? why? 8O'

He leans back against the door and stares at his phone, waiting for Craig's reply which normally takes less than a minute. He hopes the delay of his reply earlier is nothing but a one-time thing. Unfortunately, such does not seem to be the case because a few minutes have passed and his phone has not lit up to life in pursuit of notifying him a new message. Is Craig intentionally ignoring him? Making him wait this long for him? Who the hell does he think he is? You'd have to be a fucking lunatic to dump The Donovan!

"Clyde?"

Clyde jumps a bit the second Bebe knocked on the door.

"Clyde...? You're taking an awful long time there. Everything okay?"

The brunette chews on his bottom lip and stares down at his phone for another fleeting moment, giving Craig another chance of replying at this very minute. But when nothing came up, he growls to himself before shoving his phone back into the pocket of his jacket. Whatever the hell is going on in that loser's mind, he will get to the bottom of it soon. With another shaky sigh, Clyde musters up a smile and opens the door to see a concerned Bebe standing by the doorway.

"Sorry," he grins sheepishly as he steps out and closes the door behind him. "dad doesn't really keep his files organized so it wasn't easy looking for the exact ones he's asking about. Anyways, is dinner ready?"

"Almost." Bebe smiles, her perfectly manicured fingers reaching to tug her boyfriend's hand and pulling him along with her to the kitchen. "I was getting lonely in there. And kinda scared too since it's too quiet."

Clyde laughs and wraps his arms around the blonde's waist, earning a squeak of surprise from the girl. "Don't worry, dad won't be home until tomorrow so we can make as much noise as we want all night."