"CRAIG!" I throw the front door open. "We need to talk!"

Rayne walks out of the bedroom, looking like he just woke up. "Yeah," he says, "No shit." He pauses, "Did you call me Craig?"

I shake my head hard, "No! Shuddup! Listen, I haven't been honest."

"You've been cheating on me?" he immediately asks.

I groan, "No! Sit down." I gesture to the couch.

He sits but still asks, "Are you okay? Are you drunk?"

I shrug, sitting next to him. "Maybe a little drunk." I admit, knowing that's not all I am. But I know how to hide it. "Listen, I only started dating you so I wouldn't go crazy about losing my mom. You remind me a lot of her so I kept you around."

"What?" he says, confused. "What are you trying to say? Where did this come from? What the- what the fuck?!"

"Rayne, calm down."

He gives me wide eyes. "Calm down? I don't even know where you were! It's almost five! Where were you?!"

"I was-uh- out." I shrug. "With my friend." He gives me a disapproving look that almost is exactly like my mom's disapproving look and I remember my point. I point at his face. "SEE! She made that face all the time when I came home shitfaced!" His jaw tightens. Oooh, he's unhappy. "Rayne, I definitely wasn't cheating on you. I even ran into an ex who tried to kiss me and I shoved him on his ass. I was kinda offended he would even-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Rayne cuts me off. "You ran into an ex? Hunter?"

Oh yeah, maybe I shouldn't have actually told him that. BUT HE THINKS I CHEATED ON HIM. I AM NOT A CHEATER! How dare he? When I've done nothing but give him my loyalty. I give him a one shoulder shrug and he gives me a look of death. "You were with Hunter?! Doing what?!"

"Oh, my god, Rayne calm down! That's not what any of this is about!"

"No, we talk about this now!"

I roll my eyes, "We ran into each other."

His eyes narrow. "Oh, really?" He says. "All you did was talk? And he has nothing to do with why you're coming back at four?" I shake my head and his face shows a troubled expression. "Are you high?"

Despite the fact that Rayne and my relationship is over, despite the fact that Craig will probably never talk to me again, despite the fact that I, the former junkie, have relapsed after almost a year, and despite me being a complete and utter shitbag of a human being, I laugh at the accusation. Not only laugh, I can't stop giggling.

However Rayne's face holds the darkest expression. "I can't help you if you don't want help," he says simply, standing and heading back to the room.

I follow. He's in there, throwing clothes and hygienics in a bag. "What are you doing?" I ask, curiously. "I'm kinda feeling like a cat," I tell his back. Cute back. "If you wanna... you know, before you go. Like a last time type of thing. I'm good with that too."

He looks at me, hurt. "I can't believe you did this. Lately, it's like I don't even know you. You wanna break up now, like this? Fine, I'm going."

"Rayne, why can't you just listen?"

"I'm listening," he zips the bag up and goes to search for his sweater.

"Were you listening before to what I said? I meant it, no matter how high or drunk I am right now I meant every word." I tell him. "I was using you for my mom but that doesn't mean I don't want you around. I just don't wanna date. Ya know? Because dating your mom is weird."

He shakes his head. "No, not at all." He grabs his bag. "Maybe you need more time to think. Meanwhile, I'll be with my brother."

"You're brother's a douchebag! You hate him!" He doesn't say anything, just keeps walking. "Rayne, stay and talk."

He laughs, "You've said everything you need to say. I have nothing to say so I'm gonna head out. Why don't you go find Hunter again and snort some more lines, then? Instead of mourning your loss, moving on, and dealing with your fucking problems like a normal human being."

His words jab my heart. My jaw clenches. I pull my fist back and punch him in the face. "Fuck you," I spit. "I can't even believe you just said that to me."

He grabs his face, gapping at me. He scoffs, shaking his head. Rayne storms out. I hear the front door slam and sink to my knees. I try calling Craig. I try calling Rayne. Even, for the heck of it, I call my mom's old number. No one ever answers. Great. My high's ruined.

"Tweek, are you okay? I think you might have had too much."

I shake my head. Everything moves with it. "No," I push my hand into Hunter's face. "I'll tell you when I've had enough," I say, struggling to lift my body from my laying position. "We used to do way more than this." Everything I see is pulsing with the beat of my heart. It's hard to keep everything still.

"Are you... No, you're fucked up. You must not remember but we definitely didn't…" His voice fades away and comes back randomly. I blink slowly, staring at the ceiling. There are colorful shapes forming and disappearing to the beat of the music Hunter has playing from his phone. He keeps touching me but I kick until he stops.

"What time is it?" I turn my head towards him.

He shrugs, looking at his phone. "Seven," he says.

"Okay, okay," I squint at him. "What day is it?"

He chuckles, "It's Saturday now."

I nod, my eyes shutting. "I gotta go," I tell him. "I have so much... " My words drift into a jumbled mumbled mess.

"Can you drive?" He asks. I just laugh. "I can take you where you wanna go."

"Oh, my god." My eyes are still closed, yet I see rainbows. "You're amazing." I grin. "But, before we go can we do, like... one more line. Just a little bit more of... everything."

"I think you shouldn't. I'm worried you might-"

"SH-tz-zz-zd." I push my palm into his face again. "Don't talk. Just give me the bong. Please,"

"Alright, whatever, you say." After we both take a hit and a bump, I'm feeling even more chilled but at the same time hype and I kinda feel like I'm gonna pass out. Probably not though. Hunter and I stumble to his car. Why is he more capable of driving than me? Oh, probably because...

I can't remember.

The drive seems like an eternity but once we get there it feels like we teleported. I trip out of the car and thank Hunter, "I'll probably never see you again so bye,"

"Aw, don't say that," he smirks.

"Seriously, don't call me, like ever again," I tell him, shutting the door and turning around to the huge building behind me.

Why did I come here? Last time I was here something really bad happened right? Probably wasn't that bad. And who cares? Craig gave me a key and said I could come whenever I want. I don't wanna waste this high, especially with Hunter.

I'm kinda horny.

Craig's really sexy,

I'm in an elevator.

Who drew this mermaid on the wall? How do I know that this is really here? Because I'm fucking tripping acid balls and the floor is falling. Oh no! The doors are open. I gotta get the fuck out of here. This shit is gonna fucking break! I jump out of the elevator as soon as the doors are open enough for me to fit.

Craig's apartment would be light if the curtains were open. Because the sun's up now. I haven't slept. I'm tired. But I'm also horny. Where's Craig?

Should I turn on the light or open the curtains? I gotta pick quick because I'm super hungry. I don't know where the light switch is and the curtain's so far...

Forget it. The fridge has a light.

Oh, my god. Did they do that for me? How did they know?

I make my way towards the kitchen tripping over everything. Even things I'm not sure are there. And then I raid his fridge. I end up with ice cream and french fries. I dip the french fries into the ice cream and eat for a few minutes before discarding the food and continuing my search for Mister Abs Attack.

He's not in the living room. For some reason my next place is the guest room and you can ovbiously tell he's not in there. Lastly, I try a door next to the guest room. I slowly push it open. It hits the wall with a thump and I cringe. I'm fucking stupid.

I giggle. Yeah, I'm an idiot.

In the room there's a huge bed with two nightstands on each side and a dresser next to the door. There's a door on the right wall I'm assuming is a bathroom and some closet doors on the left wall. A flat screen sits on the wall above the dresser.

Something on the bed shifts.

Bingo, motherfucker.

I creep towards the bed and once I'm at it I crawl from the end, over the figure until I'm at the top. My heart is pounding so fast. I feel like everything in my life has been leading to this moment.

What the fuck? I laugh at myself.

I watch Craig's sleeping face right under mine. He moves again. What should I do? Oh, wow, he's so cute when he's sleeping. I haven't touched him in so long.

I wonder if he's naked. Craig liked to sleep naked. But maybe that was because we were always having sex. Mmm... sex.

I drop my face into his neck and start to kiss. He moans and shifts again. I open mouth a little and graze his skin with my teeth gently. He takes a deep breath and then I hear him say, "What the..." His arms move me up. "Tweek, what the fuck?"

"Yes, God, let's fuck."

"What are you doing here?" He sits up, making me straddle his lap because I refuse to move.

"You gave me a key. Remember?" I tell him. "I almost didn't."

"You smell like weed."

"I would."

"Where's Rayne?"

"Your guess is as good as mine."

He yawns and runs his hands down his face. "Tweek, what happened?"

I shrug, "I... can't remember anything." This much is true. He groans and I watch him until he stops. My eyes drift down to his abs. The blanket is only covering his lower half, however I do catch a glimpse of some hip and I'm not seeing any boxer lining. Oh, fuck. He starts to talk again but I cut him off by kissing him.

Surprisingly and much to my pleasure he kisses back. "Mmm..." I smile into the kiss, gripping his neck with one hand and slowly slipping my other one down and under the cover.

He pushes me back, "Tweek! This is not okay. I'm not okay with doing this until I know what's up! You're here at ..." he checks the clock, "Eight in the morning, fucking wasted, and trying to have sex with me. So many wrong things about this."

"Like what?" I whine.

"First of all, you fucking relapsed, you stupid motherfucker!" he snaps. I sniffle, rubbing my nose with the back of my hand. "Second, you're with Rayne."

"Rayne left me!" I shout back at him. Fucking asshole. I didn't relapse. It's not like I'm gonna keep doing it. "And it's fucking your fault I did this in the first place, bastard!" I spit. "You all kept stressing me out. I couldn't take it." Oh, wow, his eyes are beautiful. Oh no! I made them sad. No, no, Craig Eyes, be happy eyes.

"I'm sorry," he says. "Why did Rayne leave?"

I shrug, "Because I told him I was using him to replace my mom. He got all butt hurt. Whatever, he was always a pussy." After Craig doesn't say anything I grab his face and bring it back to mine. His lips are so amazing. I should have never broken up with him.

"MM- Wait!" he struggles to get me off this time. "I'm not gonna be your rebound and we aren't gonna have sex!"

"But you want to," I moan in his ear, grinding against him. He grunts. "I feel you. You're bigger now." I lick his ear and he gives a rough shove.

I fall off the bed.

"Oooh, fuck." I hiss, rolling onto my side.

"I'm sorry," Craig says from the bed. "I'm sorry," He repeats. He moves to the other side and picks something up. I guess his boxers because he starts to put something on under the blanket. "Jesus fuck," He sighs. "Why can't you make a move when you're sober so I don't feel bad about it?"

I groan and roll some more. "Oh, I'm really fucked up," I tell him. I curl myself into a ball. "It won't stop moving," I say, grabbing my head.

"Maybe you should just go to sleep," He suggests.

I pull myself up using the bed but as soon as I let go I fall again. "Damn it," I say, monotony. "Let me try..." My voice trails off for the millionth bajillionth time this day... two days? Yesterday... Wednesday. Funny word. Hard word to spell. Onomonopia. I try again and pull myself up to my feet.

Craig watches me with eyes that say, 'I don't trust this'. "Are you okay?" he asks. I knew it! My vision doubles.

I laugh. "Yeah, man." I say to both Craig's. "How could I not? I'm about to have a threesome with two Craig's and that's just... everybody's fantasy."

"Just sleep..." they say to me.

"I-"

Everything goes black.

Thank you guys so much for your support. You don't understand how much I appreciate you. (sorry i am all up in my feels right now)