Sorry for the late update! XD Enjoy the chapter!

NOTE: I'm getting a bit annoyed at the PM I've received (not the lovely reviews, just a private message I've gotten), detailing how I should revise the chapters to write out Lola and Annie since I'm resorting to a (and I quote) "stupid, over-rated, fucking high school drama shit-cake." They implied automatically that I'd be pairing Craig with Lola and Tweek with Annie in the end. … This is a Creek fic, as in Craig x Tweek, as in TWO DUDES.

Now, to address the PM-er anonymously out of respect (You know who you are!) … Thanks. NO. Really, thanks. *obvious sarcasm* Now I'd be less offended if they would have just phrased it a bit nicer. Anyways, you have my reply, PM-er.

Now, I've received a similar review (which by no way, was as offensive as the PM), and I'd like to address that I am not writing a tragedy.

Yes, my plot points are clichéd but hey, I need to add some kind of scheme, some kind of problem to keep the characters running until some epic climax. The categories for this fan fic are Romance/Friendship. Don't worry – It's pretty obvious what kind of ending I'll be giving this story! ;D Because, you know, I'm a Creek fan too.

The bell rang for Gym time and all the boys began to gather near the door to the locker room to change into their workout clothes. Once the doors opened, a small stampede formed as restless students rushed in, carelessly stepping over others' shoes.

Craig hated P.E.

The way sweaty shoulders slapped against his in narrow spaces between rows of lockers, the way a bunch of meat-heads would go out hooting the score, bitching out whenever their side was losing – Craig hated it all. So it was no surprise that he often played hooky this period, rarely coming in for attendance.

"Ha – Dick Tucker's coming inside for once," Cartman laughs at his witty innuendo. (NOTE: Think of that line in the naughtiest way possible – There are two things you should look out for and maybe you'll get what Cartman's insinuating.)

"Took you long to think that one up, fat-ass?" Craig asked with a bored expression, slipping off his hat and blue sweater with one hand as the other flipped Cartman the bird.

As the morbidly obese Cartman begin to stomp away, Tweek merely sat on the bench, his arms resting over his knees. His back is slightly hunched forward as his head continued to hang limply, being a little tired for once. "Ngh, c-can you give me some change for a five? N-Need a fucking coffee…" Tweek muttered.

Craig, in all his shirtless glory, set down his sweater over the bench and began to search in his backpack for his wallet. His locker was on the bottom row, Craig having to lean down due to his height. His hat falls to the floor, Craig muttering in mild distaste. When he bent over to pick it up, Tweek couldn't help but stare at the way the flesh stretched accordingly to each muscle's movements. Craig was tall and somewhat gangly, his stomach being lean and pale with faint dips around the abdominal region. His obsidian hair was swept back in a disheveled manner, the bangs framing his callous face appropriately. When he straightened his back, clutching his hat in his hands, he caught Tweek staring at him, "What?"

It took Tweek a while to realize Craig was talking to him, "H-Huh? Gah, w-what did you say?"

He stares emotionlessly before facing away and shaking his head, "… Never mind," Craig continues to search in his backpack for the wallet, his hat flung over his bare shoulder. He slips out five individual dollar bills from it, handing it over to Tweek, who in turned handed him a five dollar bill from the pocket of his sweatpants.

"Ack – S-See you in the soccer field, Craig," Tweek said as he dashed away to the nearest coffee machine. Craig changed into his P.E. clothes. Slipping his blue sweater back over his shirt, he sauntered out, meeting up with familiar faces.

Kyle approached, "Hey dude, looking as grumpy as always."

Craig ignores the statement, merely giving him a small glance of acknowledgement. He walks over to the bleachers to sit comfortably. He burrows his hands deep into his pockets before leaning back comfortably unto the seat behind him. His eyes begin to droop before shutting completely. A little nap can't hurt.

Stan jogs into the field, huffing and puffing out of exhaustion.

Kyle furrows his eyebrows, "How the hell did you make it here? Don't you have some big test today?"

Stan holds up a hand to stop the redhead from questioning any further. A hand perches over his knee as he takes a breather. "Skipped… Class. Substitute. Didn't see me… Leave. Test… Moved for tomorrow; But never mind that, we playing soccer?" He stands with his back straight and a playful smile across his face.

"Eh, maybe," Kyle shrugs. Pulling out the ball from under the bleachers, he passes it to Stan, who eagerly begins to juggle the ball on his feet.

Cartman eventually walks into the field, the P.E. clothes clinging a little too tightly to his wide torso. He seems slightly out of breath. "Having fun juggling balls on your feet, Marsh?"

Stan doesn't reply in time, the red-head immediately lunging in to defend his best friend, "Shut the fuck up, Cartman, you're just annoyed you suck at every sport known to man."

Cartman screamed back at the top of his lungs, "Hey! Jew-Fart, just who was the one who destroyed your ass in hockey?"

"… Dumb-ass, that was table hockey," Kyle retorted, rolling his eyes afterward.

Cartman chokes back at the correction before pointing a finger at the Jew, "W-Well, still called hockey, you motherfucking Jew!"

Stan slapped Cartman upside the head, "Chill, dude. Do we have enough players for a game?"

Kyle uneasily scratches at his arm, "Jimmy's really enthusiastic about being goalie… Christophe, Jason, Dog Poo, Kevin, and Damien are in… And Pip's currently washing off toilet water from his hair in the bathroom."

"Another swirlie?"

"Yeah, poor dude. I don't know if he'll make it in time though."

Stan nods in understanding before squinting his eyes fervently at a small realization, "… Wait… Dog Poo?"

Kyle answers normally, "… Well yeah, the kid?"

"The fuck? His parents named him Dog Poo?"

"… Yeah, I don't know, man. All I really know 'bout the dude is that he doesn't bathe," he shrugs.

Stan nods a second time, "… What about Craig and Tweek, are they playing?"

"Tweek isn't here yet. I'll ask Craig first," Kyle turns toward Craig before shouting out, his palms cupped beside his mouth to further escalate his volume. "Hey, you playing, Tucker?"

Craig's eyes snap open as he mildly growls. He sits up, his arms floppy at his sides. "… What?"

"I said – YOU PLAYING?"

Craig makes a half-assed attempt to shout back, "Playing what?"

Kyle makes an "Are you serious?" face, "What the fuck do you think? We're in a SOCCER field with a SOCCER ball!"

Like hell if I'll play. Craig blinks once then twice before laying back down, his arms utilized as pillows. He had successfully ignored Kyle and Stan for the millionth time.

Kyle mumbled, "Suit yourself." He turns back toward Stan, "Yeah, I don't think Mr. PMS is playing, Stan."

Cartman yells back at Tucker, "Hey, waiting for your boyfriend?"

Tucker shoots up an arm from the bleachers.

Right when he's about to flick him his signature finger, Cartman threatens, "Don't you dare think about flipping me off, asshole!"

Craig sits up, "Dude, it's me… And it's you. Of course I'll flip you off." He puts up the finger, waving it half-heartedly side to side to annoy the fat boy.

Stan and Kyle roll their eyes, facing toward Tweek when he comes stumbling in with a cup of coffee. The single cup is stacked over several empty cups of coffee. His sleeves are slightly damp from spilling some of the liquid. "A-Am I late?"

Kyle smiles at the possibility of another member, "Nah, you playing then?"

"U-Uh, sure – No score, right?" Tweek asked before lapping furiously at his burning hand. Too much pressure when there are points involved…

"Uh-huh, it's all for fun," Stan smirked. "No pressure."

Tweek grimaces. Hate it when people say that; adds more pressure. "S-So who's on whose side?"

Kyle sighs, "I highly doubt anyone would voluntarily choose to be on Cartman's –"

Cartman chimes in, "HEY!"

As the boys continue to play a match of soccer, Craig merely sat accompanying a bored and peevish looking Gregory. He continued reading a thick book, uninterested in the world around him; much like Craig was at many points in life. Craig sighs before staring at the open sky over him.

Tweek was currently dying. Although Tweek had voluntarily joined the game, his legs were easily cramping under him as he ran vigorously for the soccer ball. The other guys continued to aggressively scramble for the ball, naturally shoving aside the anxious blonde. TOO – MUCH – PRESSURE! Momentarily stepping out from the game, he panted for his breath, dizziness gradually releasing its grip on him as oxygen rushed back into his lungs. "Gah… Tired…"

As Tweek took a breather, Cartman accidentally kicked the ball out of bounds, toward Tweek. Tweek ducks in time, the ball instead flying to the bleachers, "Ah – FUCK!"

"Nice going, fat one…" Damien muttered under his breath, "We finally had a game going too."

Feeling wounded, Cartman thrust a hand up toward the bleachers, "Lazy asses! We can just get –" His voice goes quiet when the soccer ball is seen flying toward the non-participants.

Tweek spins around, yelling at Craig, "Ngh! D-Dude, heads up! CRAIG!"

Craig sits up, extremely annoyed at being disturbed from rest once more. "Look, fuckers, I don't –"

Despite the warning, the soccer ball smacks straight unto his face. A split second later, Cartman could be heard laughing maliciously, falling back on his butt. "Hahahahahahahahahahahaha – POW! Right in the kisser!"

"… Oh geez, great going, lard-ass," Kyle muttered.

Tweek and Kevin stumble up the seats to see Craig looking the same as he's always looked: unfazed. Gregory peers over before turning back to his book.

Craig lies flat on his back with a red mark over his left cheek. "Ugh… What was that, a brick?"

Kevin offers a hand to pull him up, "Cartman kicked it out of bounds. You okay?" Craig lightly pushes the hand, clutching on to his aching forehead.

Craig looks dumbfound at the pointless question, "… I got hit in the face with a soccer ball." What the hell does he expect me to answer?

Kevin seems oblivious, "… I know. Are you feeling alright?"

Craig shakes his head, "Peachy." The insides of his head are painfully pulsing, Craig attempting to fight back the migraine.

"Want me to take you to the Nurse's office?" Kevin suggested.

Craig's head droops down for a second before he groans, "Mm… I think I'll be fine." When he stares back up, his gaze is a bit unfocused; Tweek's mouth practically drops to the floor as Kevin winces. The stoic raven looks at them confused, "What?"

"Uh… Dude… Nosebleed."

Craig slides a hand from under his nostrils. A warm oozing substance is running from it. "… Fuck. That's a…" He snorts. "… Lot."

Kevin giggles, "Kool-Aid, the blood resembles."

Tweek smacks his hand over his face as Craig grumbles at the lame joke. He rolls his eyes, "Nice contribution, Yoda." He continues to wipe at the blood as he snorts in the rest. Kevin goes back down with the soccer ball to the other guys as Tweek continues to stand before a stubborn Craig.

Craig pulls at his lip. "Damn… Nipped it with my teeth – Fucking Cartman…"

The blonde winces at the sight of crimson blood, "D-Dude, stop that. Ugh, f-fucking gross…"

Craig stares blankly as he resorts back to his wipe and snort method at the blood that freely ran down from his nostrils.

Tweek winces a second time before suggesting: "Gah! I'll take you to the b-bathroom."

"You don't need to, I can take care of myself," he grumbled as he walked away, the cloth continuously rubbing up against under his nose.

Tweek stands there with his mouth wide open for a second before stomping after him. "Gah – Don't be such a b-bitch, man." He wasn't that spineless.

"I have to be a bitch since I'm getting hurt or in trouble all the time."

"… Ngh, what's your fucking problem? C-Cartman kicked the ball, not me!"

Craig turns around to face the blonde, the two strings from his hat whipping across his neck in a one hundred and eighty degree motion. "I've been reduced to a fucking punching bag since I've talked with you."

"Gah! D-Don't pin your problems on me, asshole!"

"Fuck you, Tweek." He flips the blonde off.

The blonde shakes his head, "No, fuck you."

"I said, fuck you," with that, Craig turns on his heel to walk away from the situation.

… But Tweek wasn't done yet. "Fuck you, Craig, I know what I said!"

Craig's ears twitch. He turns around to flip him off with both hands, "Fuck your face."

Tweek childishly sticks out his tongue, "Ngh – Fuck your face."

"Fuck your coffee."

"Fuck Red Racer."

Craig's voice drastically increases in volume and tone, "… Fuck Harbucks!"

Tweek lashes out with his fist, "… Fuck your guinea pig! F-Fuck Stripe!"

Tweek and Craig stare eye to eye, Craig looking extra emotionally withdrawn whilst Tweek's eyes were wide and annoyed. The two crack their fists simultaneously.

From far off, two large smacks can be heard.

Cartman rests his legs off on a bench, "What the fuck was that sound?"

Stan mutters, also catching his breath, "Hmm, I didn't hear anything."

Kyle sniggers, "Probably the bench the bench dying from under your weight, Cartman…"

"HEY!"

Craig and Tweek sit exhausted after changing out of their P.E. clothes. A single, widespread bruise decorates the pale cheek of Craig's, whilst a purpling red decorates Tweek's. There's a small wad of tissue forced up the stoic raven's nostril. The two seem noticeably more relaxed from their previous tension.

They had been waiting at their lockers, seated over the stained tiles of the school hallway for quite some time. Both their faces match their boredom as they waited for their particular dates to show up.

"I-I shouldn't have pried… Eh, s-sorry," Tweek muttered, resting a twitchy hand over Craig's shoulder.

Craig stays still under the touch, and Tweek is encouraged to move it up and down in a consoling rubbing motion. "… Sorry my ass," Craig grumbled. With that, Tweek removes the hand and places it back over his own thigh.

The blonde wisely changes the topic, "… Uhm… Uh… So how's it going with Lola?" He adds a nervous laugh afterward, one that uncomfortably dies off, "Eh-heh… Heh…"

"… She's getting clingy."

Tweek nods, "… Oh. Okay…"

An awkward silence passes.

Tweek scratches his scalp, "… Uh, d-do you like having a girlfriend?"

"… No," he answers candidly.

"… Then w-why'd you say yes?"

"… Because," he narrows his eyes. "She wrote me that note."

H-He's narrowing his eyes! T-Too much pressure! "Wait…" What note? "…" – Oh, that note.

"It was mushy, clichéd, and desperate."

A stab hits violently at Tweek's chest.

"… It sounded pretty pathetic."

Tweek gulps hard. Th-Thank God I didn't give it to him… "D-Don't be so harsh…"

Craig slyly looks over, "What's wrong? It's not like you wrote it."

"Agh, b-but still… You're sounding d-dick-ish."

"… I'm sorry," he apologized, sounding insincere but being genuine. "I'm kind of an asshole." The statement is muttered unashamedly yet self-loathingly.

Yeah. Nibbling on his lips, Tweek waves his hands in disagreement, "N-Naw, dude – You're –!"

Craig continued on, "Nobody really said any of that kind of stuff to me before..." He whispers, "So I said okay."

Tweek's head raises back up. There's an eternity of silence that envelops him before he gets the courage to speak once more; he stares over at the floor while fidgeting his words, "… D-Do you like her?"

Craig was short and blunt. "… I'm not sure." He pauses to think a little more, sliding a tongue over his lips. "She's a lot nicer and smarter than most the girls I've dated."

Tweek's heart sinks a little.

He looks over to Tweek. "You and Annie?"

"Ngh – Uhm – I-I haven't been on a date for – Ngh – Months now so… I can't tell."

Craig raises an eyebrow in minor disbelief, "You've dated plenty, Tweek."

A groan escapes, "I d-didn't really want to do any of this dating stuff from the beginning…"

"Relax, it's a double date. It can't be that bad," he callously dismisses the statement.

Tweek purses his lip. "… Aren't you n-n-nervous?"

Short and brief like always, "… No."

He got a bit frustrated. "W-Well, why not, man? Don't girls – Gah – Freak you out too?"

Craig contemplates over his choice of wording. Oh, to hell with it. He blatantly admits, "… They're kind of annoying. But then again –" He takes a breath, "So are most people. Chicks, dudes, they're all overrated."

Tweek rises up his knees to his stomach, the soles of his Converse raking across the muck on the floor. "…" Tweek buries his face into the pointed bones of his knees, his blonde hair a horrid mess on his scalp.

Craig leans in, "What?"

"… Uhm, a-am I annoying?" Tweek asks, flustered.

There's no delay to the answer, "Yeah. You really are."

Tweek feels his heartbeat nearly halt in distress. I-I shouldn't have asked.

Craig turns to him, and Tweek looks up to meet him eye to eye. He brushes some of the blood off Tweek's face. "I hit you kind of hard."

And with that gentle caress, Tweek swallows down the small sigh of relief that crept up his throat, "Y-Yeah… You sure did, dude."

"… You did too," he brusquely muttered. He moves the hand down to trace his shoulder. Tweek feels ticklish under the soft touch. He moves it down to the elbow, to the wrist, and wraps a hand around Tweek's. "You're really annoying," he whispered huskily.

Tweek grumbles with a wrinkling brow, "I-I think we accomplished that, Craig."

"… It's a compliment."

He was naïve, but not enough to confuse an insult with praise. "… How?"

"Not a lot of things annoy me. I'm not annoyed at things. I outright hate them."

Tweek stresses his brow. "… W-What the fuck does that – Gah – Mean?" That he hates me?

He tediously explains, "I hate life. I'd punch it in the face if it had one. I hate Cartman. I'd kill him if I had the chance to get away with murder –"

"Why d-don't you?"

"… Hmm. Too much trouble."

"…"

He sighs and leans back over the locker. "People say I'm not too good expressing myself," he pauses a bit after. "What I'm saying is… You're annoying but… I don't… Hate you." He coughs into his hand.

Tweek felt happy but confused all at the same time. That's a weird way to phrase it. He dropped his gaze and swallowed his accumulating spit down. "I get it."

Craig smiles faintly as he looks ahead at the colorful row of lockers in front of him, "… You really understand what I mean?"

Tweek furrows his brow as he bumps his head back down over the locker behind him. Not one bit. "Yeah."

Lola and Annie are walking over hand in hand before Lola detached hers to skip over to the grumpy looking duo seated across on the floor. Tweek was on his third cup of coffee whilst Craig was half asleep. "Did you guys wait long?" She asked.

"Yeah," he answered. "What were you doing?" Craig asked with some strain in his now groggy voice.

"Sorry! Annie and I signed up for swim this semester. It took a little long to do the rinse-off shower afterwards," she answered. Annie was looking a little embarrassed at her side, silently clutching both hands together as small drops of water from her hair dropped to her shirt.

Tweek and Craig push off the floor.

As dusk gradually draws closer, the buildings around them begin to glow a nauseating color. Lola and Annie are seen giggling beside their respective boyfriends, the four marching their way toward the restaurant. Craig is looking off bored and dazed as Tweek is seen anxiously sipping on a freshly purchased coffee.

"This'll be fun. I've never gone on a double date before…" Lola confessed.

Tweek blinks twice, "Ngh, really?"

"Uh-huh… My parents are real conservative… They even give me a curfew."

Annie giggles, "That's not too bad… But then again, that just means they're protective."

Lola groans, "Protective? More like they're babying me… I sometimes wish they'd give me more freedom."

"I think people are better with some restraint," Craig coolly added. Lola immediately reacts with a fawn as Annie pouts bitterly.

Annie shyly pulls a curly bang behind her ear. "Well, Lola will get to live a little at the party… Your parents will let you stay over my house for the night, right?" She giggles, lightly tapping Lola on the side.

"Of course! It'll be like old times," Lola sweetly replied.

Annie blushes happily. Her hair bounces childishly with each step, the playful girl skipping ahead in front of them; she flashes a grin at Tweek who immediately chokes at his drink – she immediately drops her smile. Quickly enough, she shakes her uneasiness off, "C'mon, let's move faster – I'm feeling kind of hungry."

Lola takes Craig's hand into hers, shyly gazing up at him. "Yeah… I'm craving some pasta… How about you?"

I'm broke. Craig answers honestly, "I'll get the cheapest thing on the menu."

The girl winces and sweats a little at her brow. "O-Okay…"

Tweek looks on at Lola. Wow, she's actually displeased with him…

The brunette continues on dreamily, "… You're so aware of the economy. So considerate of your parents' paycheck…"

Tweek looks baffled. Wow. He quietly stares at the lovesick girl that clung to his friend's arm, sighing a little. Man... My appetite's gone.

Annie quietly analyzes Tweek's stare from beside him.

Tweek and Craig sit across from each other, reminded once more of their recent hang-out. Lola and Annie sit on their respective sides. "Heidi recommended this place to me… I heard it's the best Italian food offered in South Park." Lola gently unwinds her dinner cloth, spreading it across her lap.

Tweek awkwardly fumbles with it, dropping it on the floor as well as smashing in his head when he ducks down to retrieve it. "O-Ouch…" He hisses. After spreading it across his lap, he drops it a second time, the cloth slipping down between his legs. Whilst ducking down a second time, he smashed his head against the bottom of the table again, Annie giggling for both times when it occurred. Fed up with his klutziness, he shoves the cloth down his chest, utilizing it as a secondhand bib. Craig himself also smirks at this. Lola, however, looks unimpressed.

When the entrees came, the girls had already started up repetitive conversations – ones that Tweek and Craig didn't listen too hard for.

Before they knew it, the girls were dragging them into the conversation. "Guys, do you know any good jokes?"

Tweek and Craig constricted their eyes. The blonde repeats, "Jokes?"

Lola nods, "Yeah, all four of us can switch off one by one."

The two boys stay dead silent.

Annie giggles, "Uh… I'll start, I guess? Uhm… What did one math book say to the other?"

Craig and Tweek switch off skeptical stares before the latter shrugging, "… Uhm, what'd it say?"

Annie fidgets before whispering a nervous: "… Shut up, I've got my own problems."

There's a short silence before Tweek and Lola snort in laughter. Craig knits his brow.

Lola hugs her, "Geez, Annie! That was so lame!"

Annie holds her cheeks, looking really embarrassed, "Oh, shut up! You give it a try!"

"Ha, no way, I'm way worse. You go next, Craig!"

"… Me?" Craig points to himself.

Tweek holds in a laugh, clasping his mouth shut with his hands.

"Yeah, any jokes?"

"… What makes you think I know any?"

"Just try it! I'd love to hear some from you."

Craig stares blankly over the surface of the table to the bubbling soda in his glass cup. "… What's the difference between the Senator and a large hippo?"

Lola, Annie, and Tweek think hard only to reach no conclusion. "What is it?"

"… One is a large mammal dwelling in or around murky bodies of water. The other is a government official." He takes a bite of his pasta, chewing comfortably, before dabbing his mouth with a nearby napkin.

There is an awkward silence that circulates the table, the ice only breaking when the waitress walked, "Any other requests I may attend to?"

"… Uhm… No, we're fine," Lola answered, lightly waving her off whilst uneasily sipping her drink. Annie twiddles a bang whilst Tweek abruptly bobs his head up from deep thinking.

"Oh – Gah – I get it!" He chuckles before having it die off in the silence. He quietly murmurs before sipping his drink, "… I-I thought it was funny."

Annie clears her throat, "Do you know any, Tweek?"

"… Uhm… No."

"… Err, any more you can share, Craig?"

The stoic raven continues to chew before swallowing and murmuring, "Really? After that display, you want to hear another one?" His voice is monotone. He didn't sound particularly aggravated so Lola nodded. "… Okay. Knock-knock."

"… W-Who's there?" Tweek asked.

"Craig."

"Ngh, Craig who?"

'Tucker." Small pause. "Now open the fucking door."

There is another silence before Lola starts to giggle with dimples pressing into her smiling cheeks. "Wow, you're so deadpan and snarky, it's cute…" She wraps a hand over Craig's hand and squeezes his fingers twice in flirtation.

Craig is genuinely surprised. "… Oh. Okay." What else could he say at this point?

Tweek and Annie merely hold a: "You've got to be kidding me" face.

Tweek stands up, "Uhm… I've got to go to the bathroom."

Annie lunges up after him, "Me too!"

Lola jumps a little, "Oh, okay! Let me get out of the way for you…" She slides off the seat, Annie shuffling her feet under the table and maneuvering herself over to the edge. Craig does the same for Tweek. Craig and Annie sit back down, maintaining eye contact as they waited.

Craig could be heard slurping his drink from his straw as Tweek and Annie turned the corner for the restrooms. Annie grabs for Tweek's arm. "Uhm, wait!"

Tweek winces under the grasp, "G-Gah, w-what?"

Annie shushes him, "Be quiet, they're right there… I just… Need to talk to you. You're the only one I can turn to now…"

"H-Huh?"

She shushes him again, slinking down the wall to sit. She pats at the space next to her. Tweek glances around and cautiously takes the seat beside her.

"Y-Yeah?"

"You don't like me… Do you? At least, not in a romantic way, right?"

Tweek's voice cracks from the get go. "Gah! What made you think that?"

"… It's really obvious," she murmured.

Tweek rubs at his temple, "I'm… I'm really sorry. I –"

"… Don't be. I'm just as guilty," she cuts off. "You know… When I was first introduced to you, you completely freaked out, like I was some monster… You even hid behind a trash can. I was kind of offended, but kind of happy too…"

"…"

"I liked it when Lola walked me home to comfort me. Because, you know, you hid from me, behind a trash can," she giggles at the absurdity, pausing between the words. "Your blonde hair always peeked out from over the lid."

Tweek blushes, "… I'm not good with girls. Ngh – S-Sorry…"

Annie giggles, her curls bouncing with her, "It's alright, because I get nervous with guys…" Her smile fades. "It hurt my pride when you did that… But seeing Lola hanging off the arms of that guy… It kills me more."

Tweek stops himself from apologizing. "… Annie…"

She looks up at Tweek with rounded, sad eyes. "… Lola really likes him. She's been like this since she caught him reading The Book Thief in the library. It's one of her favorite books." She buries her face into her knees. She sighs and perches them back up over them.

The hyperactive blonde remains quiet for once.

"One similarity between the two… And she's head over heels."

"…"

"… She sees his flaws, his bad attitude. She's fooling herself… Like she's writing herself into a fairy tale… And it hurts. Because she doesn't deserve a dream, s-she –" Her voice cracks a little. "She deserves something real… Someone who really likes her back…" She expertly holds back tears. "… Tweek?"

"… Uh, yeah?" he looks off nervously. He didn't know how to handle a situation such as a person on the verge of tears. Fuck, do I tell her a joke or something to cheer her up?

She looks straight at him, "You like Craig."

H – H – H – H – Huh? Tweek inhales in a ton of oxygen, hyperventilating almost. "H-Huh?"

She holds a devious grin yet her melancholy's still spread across her face, "… Wendy and Bebe told me… But I could already tell."

"…" Tweek's lips are sucked in so far into his mouth that only an indented line can be seen.

"You know, you're like me… You like your best friend."

"… W-Wait, y-you l-like –" Tweek is wheezing. Fuck, I need a hot espresso topped over a scoop of vanilla flavored gelato with some – Shit! SHIT! What's it called?

She giggles when he stutters. "Yes… I…" She sucks in a breath. "I like Lola."

Tweek had only one thing in his mind then:

A-Affogato – It's called Affogato.

Tweek is seen awkwardly strutting back to the table. Craig slides out for him, "What took so long?"

He takes in an exaggerated inhalation, "… Had to shit a lot." He echoes the last part in panic, "Lot."

Lola wrinkles her face in disgust and gently moves her chocolate fudge sundae away from her.

Craig looks dumbfound. "… That's… Just great," he muttered in sarcasm.

Tweek nods fervently before sitting down and staring horrified at the idea of the whole love rectangle he had gotten into. "C-Could I have a coffee?"

"Sure, have some of mine," Craig calmly offered.

Tweek chugs it down, the hot liquid burning his throat but not hurting enough for him to start caring.

It didn't take a genius to realize something was up. And Craig, having something called common sense, detected it right away. "… You okay?"

"… UH-HUH." He begins to feel a little more hyper with the caffeine flowing through his veins. The empty glass cup begins to chatter over the table's glass surface.

Craig drearily asks, "… Did you snort some of the white powder in the restrooms again?"

Tweek answers suspiciously fast. "NO."

He seemed skeptical at best, "Uh-huh. And the worst thing that could happen is that you die from it."

Annie walks over, her face same as before, her quirky lips twisted into a smile. But Tweek knew that the tips of her bangs were wet for a reason – She had been splashing cold water on herself over the sink.

After the date was finished, coupled with its awkward silences and its flirty giggles, the four split into two pairs of two. Lola and Annie began to walk home hand in hand, whilst Craig and Tweek turned the corner.

Craig begins talking, "Dude, seriously. What the hell? I told you that the white powder in the bathroom is for applying over the pits. Stop snorting it."

Tweek has the question go over in his head: Should I tell him the truth or go along with him thinking I have a Talcum powder snorting addiction? It didn't take long until Tweek's bad logic took a toll on him once more. If I tell him, he'll find out Annie likes Lola, therefore finding me hopeless since I don't have a girlfriend, and then he'll employ an army of gnomes to kill me and my underwear in my sleep since I'm a liability in his high school reputation and then he'll elope with Lola, therefore endangering his educational prowess and future careers whilst possibly impregnating a brunette to have four kids with and to spend a lifetime unhappily in a hapless apartment suite with rent payment going to an obese Puerto Rican guy with three wives and an account made for illegal arms dealing – All while the army of gnomes take the U.S. president hostage to ransom a multi-billion dollar deal to make sure all future kids of the world no longer have a stable and clean supply of underwear – "Gah – I-It was my bad…"

"Your mom saw that white stuff on your collar and thought –"

Tweek twitches, "I know, I know – People think I snort crack…"

Craig chuckles. He stops to ask abruptly, "Can I go to your house again?"

"S-Sure… Ngh, we can rent a movie…"

"Cool."

"Hey… You mind telling me a j-joke again?"

"… You know, normal people would assume that no laughter equaled unfunny."

"Ha, you're not normal though," Tweek laughed. "A-And neither am I."

Craig's eyes widen before narrowing once more. He smiles, just barely, and it didn't seem to be out of amusement this time. "… Christophe told me this one. If you don't laugh, blame him. What do you call a person who speaks multiple languages?"

"Multilingual?"

"And someone who speaks three languages?"

"Err, trilingual?"

"… Now two."

"B-Bilingual."

"One."

"Uhm… M-Monolingual?"

"No, they're called Americans." Craig doesn't wait for the reaction, immediately looking the other way after having delivered the punch line.

It slowly sinks in and Tweek sneers at the monotone delivery. "I-It's funny."

Craig seemed skeptical, but amused enough at the positive reaction nonetheless. "… You tell me one."

"O-Okay!" He clears his throat and nervously begins his lines, "There are these guys, a Jew, a Chinese dude, a Jamaican, and a Frenchman, and they're all on this plane. The pilot's shot dead and… Uhm… T-They have to jump off before they crash… Because you know… Ngh, they'll die if they don't…"

Craig raises an eyebrow, "… I'd think they'd die regardless. Are they at least over an ocean?"

"… Uhm… Uhm… GAH! T-Too much pressure! I fucking forgot! No, wait… Oh, uh… I-I think they all die… Yeah. That's the end… I think… Y-Yeah."

Craig stares a bit until nodding, "I get it, it's funny because the ending's so anticlimactic, right?"

Tweek nods doubtfully.

"I know a similar one. See, there's this crazy blonde with a shotgun and a deaf limo driver, and they're –"

Tweek didn't hear the punch line.

Craig repeated it for him and the busy honks in the street continuously distracted the blonde.

After finally hearing it, Tweek still didn't get the joke. He still laughed.

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