AN: SOMETHING ~HAPPENS IN THIS CHAPTER! 3 (Very important note at the end from me.) Btw, Tweek's ringtone is "Coffee" by Copeland, it her a listen!

On his way to chemistry, Tweek was intercepted by Craig. "What was that?" he snarled.

"What?" Tweek asked, increasing his pace.

"Why did you sit with them again? Not to mention you sent me off in the opposite direction so you could do so." Craig held up Thomas's carrier. "Here's our child."

"Cool, thanks." Tweek looped his arm through the car seat and took it from the unsuspecting Craig. "I'll take him for the rest of the day, if you don't mind." He sped up again, and Craig had to hurry to keep up.

"Answer the question," Craig commanded.

Tweek stopped right outside the door of his chemistry class. "Cartman told me about your little stunt last year with Kyle," he hissed. He let that sink in.

Craig's face went from pissed off to completely shocked. "T-Tweek, I-"

Tweek said nothing. He simply shook his head and turned into his class.

"What'd you say to Craig?" Token asked curiously, watching the doorway where Craig was still standing. "He looks like you slapped him in the face."

"I did, sort of," Tweek said, setting Thomas's car seat down next to their lab table. "Can I copy your homework?"

Token handed it over, but didn't give up. "What did you say to him? Seriously."

Rubbing a hole through his paper with his eraser as a particularly nasty twitch came on, Tweek asked calmly, "Did you know about him and Kyle?"

"What about them?"

Tweek glanced over, and Token's confused expression was his answer. "Never mind," he said quickly as Mr. Keaton appeared to collect their homework.

They were watching a movie that day, and since Token and Tweek's table was at the very back of the class, they never got in trouble for talking during films. Token took full advantage of this. "You can tell me, dude. I won't say anything."

Tweek trusted Token, so, after making him swear never to speak of it again, Tweek filled him in with Cartman's story. When he was finished, Token whistled quietly. "Don't tell Clyde," Tweek said firmly.

"I wasn't going to…Clyde's an asshole about this sort of thing. But damn, I had no idea…No wonder Cartman hates us."

"I thought you hated Cartman too?" Tweek whispered.

"Just because he hates us…And even with that I don't actually hate him. I never thought Craig, of all people, would try pulling something like that…" Token broke off for a moment before continuing. "And I'm just his friend! I imagine it must suck for you, knowing."

"Why?"

Token gave Tweek a funny look. "Because he's like, in love with you. I wouldn't want him after me if I were you."

"What makes you think-"

"Don't kid yourself, Tweek. By now it's fairly obvious; even you must have noticed. At lunch today, he kept staring over my shoulder to where your table is, watching you. Didn't say a word besides asking where you were when he first sat down."

Groaning, Tweek nodded. "Yeah, I guess I'd realized. That's what makes it worse…He showed up at my locker before lunch without the doll, and I told him to go get it so I could run and sit with Kyle and Stan and them. And then after lunch he was pissed at me, and that's when I told him I knew about last year."

"So that's why he had that look on his face! He looked halfway between extreme surprise and absolute misery." Token shook his head lightly. "Flipped me off, too. I wonder how this is all gonna turn out."

"I have next period with him. Plus he's my partner." Tweek felt himself shaking and reached for the coffee cup he'd concealed in his lap. "I think I'll just sit with Cartman and Butters again, and put up with Ms. Marshall's 'faggot falling out' remarks."

"That's really gonna piss him off," Token warned.

"Screw him anyway," Tweek said firmly. "What a loser."

Tweek was barely out the door when he felt his arm being grabbed and pulled. "Ow, what the hell-" he started, but froze when he saw it was Craig who was pulling him along. "No," he called, trying to yank his arm away, but Craig's grip was strong.

"We're skipping class today," Craig announced, leading him through the crowded halls. He ignored Tweek's frequent protests and went for the remains of the old science wing that had been redone. The bell rang as Craig was pushing Tweek into an abandoned room, shutting the door and locking it with a key he'd pulled from his jeans pocket. "This is where I come to smoke," he explained briefly.

Tweek stopped in the middle of the room and, after dropping Thomas on the ground, crossed his arms indignantly. "Let me leave," he demanded.

"No. I told you we were going to talk, and if you're not going to come to me, and won't let me come to you, I'll just keep you here until you say something to me." Craig ran a hand through his hair absentmindedly. "So sit down. And we can talk."

Scowling, Tweek pointed out, "There aren't any chairs."

"Fuck, Tweek, there's a floor," Craig sighed. "Sit your ass down." He followed his own instructions, sitting cross-legged at Tweek's feet.

Tweek frowned, but he also sat, next to Thomas. "What is it," he said dully, looking away as he twitched against his will.

"You're not even going to…Fine. I'll do it." Craig reached out to take hold of Tweek's chin and turned his head for him so that he was facing Craig. "When we speak, we look at each other, got it?"

"I don't get why you think you're in charge of everything," Tweek snarled, swatting Craig's hand away. "Especially me!"

"Because you're mine," Craig said in a low voice. "Everyone knows that now. You yourself have been told many times."

Tweek laughed bitterly at this. "Kyle wasn't yours, but you seemed to decide it was okay to control him as well!"

Suddenly, Craig moved his face much closer to Tweek's, within two inches. "Don't bring that up," he warned. "You don't even know who I was back then. What I was going through."

"There isn't an excuse, and fuck you if you think there is," Tweek whispered venomously.

For a moment, Craig looked as though he were about to retort, but then something in him calmed, and his angry expression turned into a sorrowful one. "You're right," he said softly, almost to himself. Raising his voice, he repeated it. "You're right. There is no excuse. I just…" Craig's voice trailed off sadly. He lifted a hand to stroke Tweek's face gently, then let it drop. He leaned forward, letting his face fall into the crook of Tweek's neck. "I don't think I'd feel guilty if it wasn't for you," he whispered, pressing his lips to Tweek's neck, kissing it softly.

"Craig," Tweek choked out, fighting to keep his voice from sounding like a panicked whine. But Craig paid him no mind, kissing up the side of his neck ever so delicately.

When he reached Tweek's jaw line, Craig pulled away. "Could I…?" he mumbled, lifting Tweek's chin with his fingers and running a thumb over his lips. Tweek was too shocked to respond, so Craig just leaned in anyway.

The kiss was slow, and tender, and it wasn't Craig. Tweek sat frozen, barely aware of what was happening—aside from the flutters of his stomach, of course. When he felt Craig's hand in his hair, something within him snapped, and suddenly he was kissing back. He felt his arms wrap around Craig's neck as he licked his lips, pulling the boy closer and closer to him. Craig felt the response and increased his pressure on Tweek's lips immediately, and they were kissing greedily, stealing from each other that which was not theirs.

Minutes later, Tweek pulled away, blinking somberly. "I don't know," he whispered, starting to shake.

"Me neither," Craig said. "It doesn't matter."

"But…I can't," Tweek persisted. "Cartman and Kyle-"

"I ruined them because I hate Cartman," Craig murmured, reaching out to pull Tweek closer from around the waist. He brought Tweek almost into his lap and said, "They don't matter anyway."

Shuddering as Craig kissed his neck again, Tweek said, "They do matter. They're my friends. And you never planned on telling me, did you?"

Frustrated, Craig paused. "No, I didn't. Because I didn't want to tell you how terrible I am. I wanted you to think of me as someone you could picture yourself loving someday, not a sociopath; a monster."

Tweek squirmed a little at this. "You are a monster."

"But I'm changing more and more by the day." Craig began to kiss Tweek's neck again.

Inhaling sharply at the contact, Tweek felt his stomach churning. "I guess…" he said, but he knew he was subconsciously trying to pardon Craig because he liked him. Really liked him.

It felt as though a century had passed when the bell finally rang. Craig and Tweek had been in the middle of a kiss, long and lingering. When they heard the sudden noise, Tweek jumped slightly in Craig's arms and pulled back. "We have to go," he said breathlessly.

With a moan, Craig asked, "Why? You only have gym."

"I don't want to make up the class later. And you don't have gym. You have American Economy." Tweek took Craig's hands in his and removed the latter's arms from around his waist, beginning to stand.

"Wait!" Craig said. "I want to know…if you're still mad. About Kyle." His dark eyes were brooding as he waited for an answer.

Picking up Thomas, Tweek said, "Yeah, I am. And I don't know what that means. Or what this means," he added with a gesture around the room. "I'm not sure if we can keep doing this."

"You don't want to?" Craig questioned softly.

"Fuck, Craig, of course I want to," Tweek said impatiently. "I just don't know if I can. I don't want Cartman to feel betrayed, or Kyle either."

"They matter more than I do!" Craig's voice got slightly louder with this.

Tweek pursed his lips. "That's what I have to figure out!"

Craig watched him for a moment with a look in his eyes that Tweek couldn't decipher before he walked to the door and unlocked it. "I'm going to call you later," he said dully. "And if you don't answer, I'm going to throw rocks at your window at midnight."

Tweek, hoping fervently that he was kidding, said nothing as he departed, leaving Craig miserable in a doorway for the second time that day.

"There's a love that transcends all that we've known of ourselves…And I'll wait for it to come, I'll wait for it to come…"

Tweek was sitting cross-legged on his bed doing homework when his cell phone rang. It lay a foot away from his left knee, and he leaned over to see who was calling. As he suspected, the screen read, "Incoming call from CRAIG(babydaddy;))," which Craig had programmed himself into Tweek's phone as. He listened to his ringtone play over and over again, but he couldn't bring himself to pick up his phone. He knew that meant he'd be in for one hell of a scare come midnight, but he had decided he was all for foregoing difficult decisions.

A glance at his clock told him that it was ten-thirty. Putting his books aside, Tweek mulled over his thoughts.

In gym class, Kenny had probably noticed he was angry. Tweek had refused to speak to him, knowing he was a part of Craig's disgusting plan. Token had also chosen to ignore him, but more Clyde remained in the dark. Kenny had tried to talk to Tweek on the way to his car, but he was awarded only a cold look.

Kyle and Cartman were great friends of Tweek's, they having second period together. Kyle was also in Tweek's fourth period study hall, and they had a blast then, too. Even though Tweek's closest friends here, Token and Clyde, didn't get along with either of them, they had all connected; him, Cartman, and Kyle. They meant a great deal to him.

But then again, Craig did too. Despite the fact that they had been friends for less than a week, Tweek sort of had to admit he was falling fast for the reforming rebel. Tweek had never even imagined liking a guy that way before, but now that he did, he wished more than anything to be able to fall in love with Craig.

So, what then? Which was more important, his friends or his new love? If he did decide to go out with Craig, what would Cartman think? Kyle? And if he refused, what would that mean for them? Could they still be friends, or would Craig resent him? Not that Tweek even knew what he wanted for himself. He had always relied on people treating him like the baby, making his decisions for him. But now, here was an issue that seemed too delicate to have others decide for him. No, Tweek had to do this for himself.

His phone beeped, and Tweek looked down to see that he had a new voicemail. It always took a good ten minutes for his phone to let him know he had voice messages, so it had probably been recorded a few minutes ago. This time, Tweek picked his phone up and dialed in his password, waiting to hear what Craig had said.

"Okay, Tweek, this is Craig. Something tells me you didn't answer your phone even though you were well aware that it was ringing, so you can expect me to be there at about eleven…I know I said midnight but I don't think I can wait that long without physically hurting somebody out of impatience, so…Yeah. I'll be there soon. And I won't throw rocks because I know it'll scare you. I'll just let myself in…Which might also scare you, so sorry in advance. Bye."

Tweek blinked at the end of the message. Wait, shit. It was…ten minutes to eleven. He dialed Kyle's number as fast as he possibly could, and when his friend answered, he quickly said, "Kyle this is Tweek. Craig is coming over in a few minutes to see if I'm willing to be in a relationship with him, only I'm not sure if I can because I don't want to upset you or Cartman, because Cartman told me what happened between you two and Craig last year and I really like Craig but I think friends are maybe more important but I kissed Craig today and fuck, it felt right, but then again it might not be because he ruined your relationship with Cartman and I don't want you two to start hating me—"

"Wait!"

Tweek cut off his hurried speech when Kyle interjected, waiting for him to continue.

"It wouldn't make me mad if you went out with Craig," Kyle said quietly. "To be honest, I think he did what he did last year because he had never really known what he wanted. But he wants you. I can tell. You're probably the person Craig has needed all along."

Tweek was silent for a minute before saying, "But what about Cartman?"

Kyle let out an audible sigh from the other end. "If he made it sound as though you should stop associating with Craig altogether, then he's just being selfish. Keep in mind, I don't think Cartman has ever really tried forgiving anyone."

"I don't want him to hate me—"

"Don't let him stop you from being happy. He's just bitter." Kyle sounded really tired and slightly sad. "Tell you what. You do whatever with Craig tonight. I'll talk to Cartman."

"…Really?"

"Mhm," Kyle confirmed. "It's been coming for a long time. We haven't ever spoken about what happened…Beyond him telling me what happened, of course. And saying he didn't think we could work."

There was a knock on Tweek's door and he jumped, coming far too close to falling off the bed for his liking. "Kyle," he whispered. "Craig is here."

He could hear Kyle laughing. "You have my blessing. Go tell that little shit you'd like to fuck his brains out."

Tweek shuddered. "I don't have to say that, do I! Do you think he'll—"

"No! I was kidding! Hang up."

Tweek obliged and stood up to answer his door. He slowly pulled it open, revealing Craig.

His eyes were smoldering, slightly pinkish, as though he'd had a good cry hours ago. Craig's hat was missing, but his hair was messy, the way it got when he had just pulled it off. He was wearing Tweek's shirt, the grey Hollister Longboards tee he'd borrowed on Sunday. Craig wore no jacket, despite the loud wind Tweek could hear through his windows, and his hands were in his pockets. "Made up your mind?" he mumbled.

Tweek watched him for a moment, taking in and relishing his disheveled appearance. "Yes," he said finally, taking Craig's hands in his, pulling him inside. He shut the door with his foot as he spun Craig around. "C-Craig," he said, "I want to…To—"

Apparently, Craig had realized he was having trouble getting out what he wanted to say, because he leaned forward hungrily to press his lips to Tweek's. He put his cold arms around Tweek's neck as the kiss intensified, hugging him closer. Tweek's hands went to Craig's chest, lightly placed in their embrace. He heard himself whimpering slightly, and knew his face must be turning pink, but he could feel Craig smile. And that was what mattered.

AN: This is the last of what I had written and, I'm sorry to say, the story must go on hiatus for a few weeks (finals, y'know?). I have a lot of projects and studying to do, and since I have nothing presaved to churn out…sorry. =/ Love you guys for keeping it going this long! Btw, I drew (badly? idk) how I picture Tweek and Craig IRL. If I can figure out how to scan or take pictures of my drawings, want me to post 'em? Oh, and I have a standalone planned and this is going too long and I'm wasting your time and GAH!

'Til we meet again, ARRGH!-Cpt. Essex Cole