The next term, they had been taken out of group counseling. Craig and Tweek were now back to hanging almost to the same amount that they had been before. Their friend groups were now used to regular appearances of one or the other, and while the groups themselves really did not hang around that often, they were tolerable when needed. Tweeks' band was gaining traction in the winter months while people needed something to do and being outside was less of an option. Time passed and Tweeks' birthday passed, by mid-February things were looking good. Tweek gave Craig motivation to apply for colleges and Craig helped Tweek expand his musical outreach. It was a usual Saturday for the two- breakfast followed by general hangouts that usually involved writing lazy songs without any words attached. They flirted with the idea of doing a two person acoustic band, but neither had fully committed to the idea. Snow covered any memory, no matter how brief, of what the ground underneath might have looked like. Night time came eagerly, earlier and earlier. Something about the cold made the stars crisper.

"What are you doing for spring break?" Craig asked, picking away at his own guitar. He was stationed cozily on his bed with the space heater pointed closer to Tweek than himself. Tweek was currently practicing hamerons and inverse finger picking. The nails on his right hand long.

"I'm not sure yet. What are you going to do?"

"I don't know either. Would you want to hang out?"

"That would be nice. The café might start having me work a little more, but I can schedule you in." He smiled, eyes twinkling. Craig swore he could die when he saw that smile frequent their conversations.

"I'm surprised you haven't quit your job yet to become a full time pong player." Craig mused, the same smile finding a home on his face. It was as if they thought the other was so clever, even on matters as non-specific as this.

"You'd miss me too much." Tweek winked, Craig returning it. They often joked that they had a winking problem. It had come up when they were drunk at some given point. It was a casual flirtationship that likely had no grounds as far as Tweek was concerned. But he could never tell if the signs he saw in Craig were signs at all or just wishful thinking. He was happy to exist in any facet whether as a friend or as a lover. The rest of the day consisted of more fooling around with music before fading out into the other series of days they were used to. Time was comfortable. It was the last two days before spring break that something new came up. Tweek had slipped a note to him during class.

'Are you going to prom?' Craig read, considering a response.

'No'

'You should, it'll be fun. This could be the last time.' Tweek slid it back, watching the clock moments for the bell rang. They had differing periods for the remainder of the day, reconvening in statistics. Craig had held on to the note and little else had entered his mind. Thirty minutes remained.

'Would you want to go to prom with me?'

Tweek wrote quickly, and Craig held his breath for how fast the response was. His pencil hardly moved, so likely it was either a yes or a no. Luckily for him it was the former. Tweek was busy the first few days of break, in between band practice and work, he really hadn't been that available. That, or he was making an effort to avoid Craig. He had no complaints, since he had been around Clyde and Token most of that time, and it gave him time to catch up in video games. He figured he ought to make a move. He sent Tweek a snapchat of his most recent score. If they weren't together, they had a habit of taking pictures of where they were and filling the other in on the location. It was fun to see the differing spaces they occupied, while the theoretical time overlapped. Minutes passed and he was greeted with a picture of Dylan holding up his middle finger behind the drums. Craig sent a text this time.

'Want to hang out this Wednesday?'

'Maybe. What will we be doing?' Craig read the message and put his hands over his face, rubbing the skin as he debated his next action. He knew Tweek would hang out with him even if they did nothing.

'I'll take you on a friend date. Idk. What do you want to do?'

'Go on a real date.'

Craig threw his phone away from his body as if it'd burst into flames if he looked at it for too long. That had escalated way faster than he was thinking. He got up, pacing the room and trapped in his head. Was it a joke? They flirted a lot as friends but he thought maybe that's just where they were and that was the limit. He'd be a liar if he said he hadn't been pining for Tweek the more they got to know each other. He was alerted with another text vibration, running over to his phone.

'You can say no, I don't mind. (:'

'That's fine. What should we do?' Craig couldn't believe this was happening. He was going on a date. Or, he thought he was, this still seemed like it could have just been a heightened level of friendship flirting.

'Ice skating maybe? The rink at Stanley's is open till 11, you can pick me up at 9.'

He was glad Tweek was telling him what he had to do. He eventually texted back an ok, the rest of his thoughts relating to what to wear and what to do. After two days straight of worrying, excitement, and various conversations with Clyde about how gay was too gay and appropriate manners, Craig was sitting in his car outside of Tweeks' house with his finger over the send button.

'here'

He got out, walking up to Tweeks' door and knocking for good measure. He held a carnation in one hand, his phone in the other as he pretended to be casual in case Tweek saw him. The door noisily opened and he put his phone in his back pocket. Tweek was never bad at dressing. His pale green pants flowed well with his black shirt, decorated with a white band logo and red flourishes. On top of that was an oversized purple sweater that gave almost a spiritual aura. He stepped out while putting his arms in a gray jacket with a fur hood. Craig had a slightly different approach, and while his color scheme was muted it was on the lighter side of things. His gray jeans cuffed at the end, a navy blue button up with small white boats decorating his body. He was wearing a black cardigan. Severely underdressed for being outside, but his car was too hot for a jacket and he'd only be out for a few minutes.

"You look nice. I got you this." Craig said, handing him the carnation.

"Thanks. You look nice too. Hold up." He ducked back in emerging less than five minutes later in. They went to their destination. Ice skating for the residents of South Park was a natural experience. Some regions had swimming, others had hiking, for them it was ice skating. Craig didn't know what to expect, but was thankful with the familiarity. Their conversations progressed as usual. The only difference seemed to be in name.

"Could I hold your hand?" Tweek asked, motioning to said body part. Craig nearly fell. That would make sense, they were on a date. He guessed it wasn't that inappropriate. They interlaced appendages. They skated for the rest of the hour and went back to Craigs', Tweek using his laptop to map out their zodiac charts. Craig was laid out on his bed, tossing a tennis ball out in the air while Tweek sat on the couch and explained what a Venus sign was. Comfort found knowing that the forces of something larger influenced things smaller.

"Wanna make out?" Craig interrupted, casting his gaze over to him. Tweek stopped, staring into the blank plain of Craigs' wall. It would be nice. But also it could go terrible. Their kissing style could be awful in terms of compatibility. If Craig was too soft, if would feel like he was kissing a mushy banana. If it was too stiff, he wasn't sure if how much he could pretend it was okay. He didn't want to ruin his image of Craig, nor did he want to do the same to him. There was only so much that the stars could tell him, and while he like Craigs' Scorpio sun and Sagittarius venus, he had to decide if he wanted to risk ruining the fantasy.

"Yeah I'm interested."

They sat in a silence so thick that Tweek could feel it rising to his neck. They both made moves, Tweek standing in front of Craigs' bed and Craig sitting on the edge of his bed, looking up and the two trying to figure out how this was going to work. They had kissed other people before. But the intensity of the moment put them in a daze. Tweek leaned down to kiss his forehead. A bold move. The internal assembly of his chest muscles squeezed sharply. Their hands struggled to find a place to be, causing snorts and soft laughter. Eventually, Tweek took the jump. He shut his eyes and kissed him again. This time, where it counts. It was livable. They shared shy kisses mixed with a few of especially confident movements. Tweek sat next to him. A few more smooches being exchanged. They both laid back, separating and staring half-heartedly at one another. Craigs' hand had reached out to toy with Tweeks' hay colored hair.

"That was nice."

"I agree." They laid for a few, enjoying the lull. They fell into the now regular habit of sleeping an arms distance away, Craigs' hand resting in his hair for the night.