'Don't forget. We are friends. Craig Tucker is your friend. Don't forget.' Those words cycled over and over in Tweeks head as he closed the coffee shop and headed home for the night.

Like every night, he came into a hushed home. His parents already turned in for the night, dinner on the counter, and a cup of coffee next to his plate. Normally, there would be a sliver of sadness when he came home.

Tweek was used to his parents being his only source of interaction, and when his family spent weeks only seeing each other in passing he was hurt.

Tonight, he glad that they had went to bed so early. He needed the time to sort out his thoughts and his parents being around would have only made it harder for him.

Tossing his food in the microwave to warm it up, he leaned against the counter still repeating, 'Don't forget. We are friends. Craig Tucker is your friend. Don't forget.' When the beeping of the microwave went off Tweek turned to take the meal out. The smell of his mother's cooking was always pleasant. Tonight the scent of honey ham slices, oven roasted green beans, and au gratin potatoes filled the kitchen as he moved to the table, grabbing his coffee on the way.

After finishing his dinner Tweek went to his room before changing into his pajamas. His body still tender to the fresh cuts that danced around his skin.

Who would have know that a day that started so terribly could have ended up being so amazing?

Laying down on his bed, there was smile plastered his face. He didn't think that he would ever really understand why Craig wanted to be his friend, but Tweek didn't care.

For the first time in a long time Tweek was happy and his mind was quiet.

Waking up the next morning he rubbed his head to ease the sleepy headache that sat on his skull.

Tweek sat up and threw his legs over the bed, standing up. He took a few minutes to collect himself, getting out the stiffness of his body with a stretch and yawning himself awake.

Mornings were never Tweek's favorite time of day. Having to wake up knowing that the day would be filled with void memories was enough to make him want to crawl back into bed and never leave it again.

This morning was different. Tweek smiled when the thought of Craig creeped up on him. His friend. Pride welded up in his chest remembering Craig's words. He was his friend.

He was in the middle of getting dressed when he heard his phone buzz. Instead of finishing buttoning up his shirt he jolted over to his nightstand and looked at his phone.

iGood morning Tweek. I just wanted to check to see how you were doing? Do you remember talking to me last night? i

His smile ripped the skin from where he bitten his lips.

iGood morning. I'm doing great this morning. Thank you for checking on me. I really appreciate that you came to talk to me last night. I'm glad to have you as a friend. i

Sure, the night before was fuzzy. He wasn't sure what time Craig came into the shop, or what a majority of their conversation even was. In fact, Tweek was sure the only reason he even remembered that Craig even considered him friend was because of how much he repeated it to himself.

It only took a minute for Craig to respond

iSo you remember then? Not to take your pills today? I promise to help if you need me too. i

Giving a confused look to his phone Tweek furrowed his brows. He didn't recall talking about his pills. He didn't really understand why Craig would tell him not to take his pills, then again, what reason did he have not to trust is friend.

iOkay.i Tweek answered choosing to trust his friend despite his worries.

iDo you want a ride to school today?i

Craig's question made Tweek's smile grow even bigger. iI'd like that.i

iI'll be there in thirty. See ya then.i

Tweek put his phone in his back pocket and finished buttoning up his shirt. He had gotten better at buttoning it up over the years, but he still had to take his time to make sure he got every button correctly.

Finishing in his room, Tweek walked to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror Tweek didn't find himself indulging in his self hate. Instead he ruffled his hair, trying to give himself a purposeful messy hair look and smiled.

It took him less than half the time to get ready as it normally did, and once he finished he went down the kitchen finding his mom standing by the coffee pot.

"Morning mom." Tweek said grabbing a mug out of the cabinet.

His mother, grabbing the coffee pot turned to him, pouring him some coffee until the mug was almost full. The Tweaks didn't believe in not filling cups to the brim. "You sure do seem chipper this morning. Did you sleep well?" she asked turning back away putting the coffee pot back in place before reaching for her own mug.

"Yeah." Her son answered honestly leaning against the counter sipping from his coffee. "How about you?"

Shrugging his mom looked down at her coffee. "The same as always."

Watching his mom Tweek smiled at her. "I've missed this…" he admitted softly.

His mom, facing him again, smiled. "I have too." She said drinking her coffee. "I'm sorry that your father and I haven't been around much lately."

"It's okay mom. I understand." It didn't take him long to finish his coffee. His conversations with his parents have never been much more than small talk. It wasn't that they didn't care for each other. Just, more of the fact that the only thing Tweek and his parents had in common was their love for coffee.

"Thank you for helping with the shop Tweek. You have saved your father and I a lot of trouble. You really are a good son." His mother's soft voiced added a sincerity to her words.

Moving around where she stood, Tweek put his mug in the dishwasher and grabbed a travel mug for school and filled it up. "Of course mom. I know you are just trying to help keep my mind busy."

His mom just nodded, saying nothing as she drank her coffee. Tweek figured she didn't have much else to say him. There was no way he was going to tell her what had been going on with him so the two stood in the kitchen saying nothing until Tweeks phone buzzed, causing him to check it and his mother's eyebrow to raise.

i I'm outside. Come out whenever you're ready.i

"Who is that?" She asked him, her dyed brown hair shining in the light coming from the window. Tweek's eyes shifted from his phone, to his mother, and back to his phone. He was sure she didn't really care too much about his social life. She never really has before, or maybe she did. Her son was never really too much of a social butterfly, or a slug even. The fact of the matter was that people never liked her son. She had to have known at least that much. Maybe that's why she never bothered to ask?

"My friend." Tweek said shoving his phone back into his pocket. "I have to go mom, I'll see you later okay?" Tweek didn't take long to run out of the kitchen, no matter how greatly he wanted to talk to his mom more, to let her know that he finally made a friend, he didn't want to keep Craig waiting. If he did that Craig might not to be his friend anymore. Tweek couldn't have that.

There he was. His black truck sitting in front of Tweek's house, the motor creating a loud purr that echoed through the empty street. Thinking about how Craig should get that checked, Tweek shuffled across the snowy walk way, waving at his new friend.

The warmth of his truck was welcoming as Tweek stepped in, carefully tapping his shoes on the edge of the door in an attempt not to get any snow in the vehicle. "Thank you." The blonde said closing his door.

A slight smile grew on half of the other teens mouth. "You're going to thank me before saying good morning?" He questioned, his voice the same as always.

"I-I uh.." Tweeks fingers began moving up and down on his lap as if he was playing an invisible piano. Craig must have noticed because he placed his hand on Tweeks hand shuffling his hair.

"I was kidding dude. You're welcome, and good morning."

A blush swept across Tweeks face. He looked down hoping he was able to hide the shade of pink from his new friend. If he saw the color of Tweek's cheeks then he would find out that Tweek was gay. If that happened then he would be disgusted and stop being his friend. If he stopped being friend that would mean he wouldn't have a reason to not tell anyone about Tweeks sexual orientation and everyone would hate him more than they already did. Luckily, if Craig had noticed the shade of Tweeks face he didn't say anything. Instead, he just started driving.

The blues of Craig's eyes kept moving between Tweek and the road before him. His glances started making the smaller teen uncomfortable as Tweek started to wonder why Craig kept looking at him. Did he began to regret his choice to be friends with a weirdo? Maybe, this was all kind of sick game? Tweeks mind raced, thinking of the possible reasons as to why Craig would be watching him. All, but the good reasons.

"Hey?" Craig said pulling Tweek from his overactive mind. "Tell me a little more about yourself. If we are going to be friends I should know somethings about you right?"

Tweeks lips puckered over to the left of his face, pondering what there was to tell. After so many years of fog Tweek couldn't really answer his question. He never really did anything that he enjoyed. At least, not that he remembered. There were a few things he did know however, like that green was his favorite color, or that he always wanted to get a cat because he heard once that they help with anxiety. None of that seemed fitting enough to answer Craig's question however.

After a few minutes of silence between them, Craig decided to speak again. "How about I just ask you some questions?"

A sigh of relief let Tweeks lips. "Oh thank god." He said his words running together. "I didn't know what to say."

There was a soft chuckle that came from the other side of the truck. "Clearly, now let's see." Craig paused and started to tap his chin with his free hand. "What's your favorite color?"

Seriously? His first question was the first thing that popped into his mind when Craig asked him the first time? Tweek shook his head his hand resting on the top of his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Green." He said before running his hand back through his hair and looking over to Craig. "What about you?"

"Blue." That wasn't a shocking discovery to the blonde as he looked at his friends attire. His signature blue hat that had a yellow ball of fluff that sat on top. His blue button up jacket with the collar stood up against his neck. The jeans that sat tight against his legs, slightly dark than the rest of his clothes. The only thing on this boy that wasn't blue were his shoes, they matched the black of his hair. "What do you like to do for fun?" Craig asked, turning a corner.

Tweek's eyes shifted inwards as he thought for a moment. "I like to draw." Unsure of where that answer came from, a look of surprise hit Tweeks face.

"Is that all?"

"Uh, um. Shit." Tweek scratched the front of his hair line. "I don't know what else."

Craig lifted his hand towards Tweek holding it flat to show him that he didn't mean any harm. "It's okay dude. Don't worry it was just a question."

The rest of their trip was like that. Craig asking a question. Tweek answering, then panicking about said answer. Craig trying his best to calm down. Even with the constant stress that Tweek felt from being the center of attention, he still felt happy. Happy that he had someone to call him a friend.

Pulling into the school Craig parked the truck and got out waiting for Tweek to do the same. "Hey? Do you want to hang with a few of my other buddies before class?" Craig must have noticed the panic in Tweeks eyes that came after his question. "I promise, they're cool."

His grip clenching into his coffee mug Tweek nodded. "Okay. I trust you." Tweek said, meaning those words. He really did trust Craig. It was a funny thing to him. Tweek never really ever trusted anyone. There was always the fear that they might him. Sure, those thoughts were there with Craig as well, but it was different. Like Tweek was able to tell himself that it wasn't going to happen. He didn't have that with anyone else. Not even his parents.