Shuffling under the sheets Tweek opened his eyes. Not being able to sleep wasn't something new to him, but tonight, it felt different. His mind tangled in the web of emotions that the boy went through today. All of the bad things didn't really matter to him, even if at the time he was scared. No, Tweek wasn't caught up on all the bad for once. Every time his mind started go into detail about how everything that happened was his fault he was able to stop himself. Craig didn't think that, and neither did any of Tweeks newly acquired friends.

Sitting up, his greens eyes made their way to the window. The stars shone as brightly as they always did, Tweek never cared about them before Craig, and now they looked more beautiful than ever before. Pulling his knees up to his chest Tweek let out a small sigh. All he wanted was to be engulfed by the sweet scent of mint and hibiscus flowers, an unexpected smell for Craig, but it was suiting at the same time. Biting his lip he looked over at his phone that sat on the night stand. Was it too late to text him? Would he even be awake? What time was it anyways? 2:13?

Shaking his head Tweek stood up and made his way towards his desk. Craig wouldn't be up. How many people stayed up late anyways? Not many, he was sure of that. So, instead, he decided to draw. Like consciously take his time to sit there and make something out of nothing but paper and lead.

An hour passed before his hand started to cramp from his constant hold on his pencil. Lucky, for him that was all he needed to finish the picture he wanted. A picture of the night sky, a constationaliton in the sky connecting to make a guinea pig. Tweeks way to say thank you for everything Craig has done for him. A smile spread across his face as he looked over the drawing, sure that Craig was going to love it.

Pushing himself from his desk, still in his chair, he rolled over to his nightstand to grab his phone. Knowing the chances of Craig being awake were slim Tweek deciced to send him a message anyways. It wasn't like he wouldn't get it, he would just see it a couple of hours later.

Hey Craig, I'm sure you're sleeping. I just wanted to say thank you again for everything you did today. I'm really happy I have a friend as great as you. If we could meet up at sometime tomorrow that'd be awesome. I have something I want to give you.

Nodding at his text Tweek stood up, pushing his chair back to his desk. Looking over the drawing again, he told himself that he was content with just being friends with the older boy. If Craig was happy with what they were then so was he.

The sound of his phone going off was enough to give the heart attack. There was no way. Was Craig really up after three in the morning? Tweek moved back towards his nightstand, carefully picking up his phone as if it was going to shatter in his hands. Sure enough, Craig was awake and texting Tweek.

I'm up. Like I said earlier don't worry it. I'm just glad I could shut that fat piece of shit up, even if it is just for a minute. Are you tired?

Biting down on his lips Tweek looked at his bed. He knew that he wasn't tired, but at the same time he did have school in the morning. "Fuck it." He told himself brushing his hair back. Tweek wanted to stay up and talk to Craig, and that's what he was going to do.

No, I don't ever really sleep much. Are you?

It took less than a minute for Tweek to get a response.

Nope. You should come over. Even if It won't be in class I still want to help you study.

A blush came over Tweek as he stared at his phone. Pinching himself to prove that he wasn't dreaming he simply answered.

Okay.

Tweek looked around his room, unsure if he should get dressed or not. He didn't want to look like he got dressed to come over, Craig might have thought that was weird, but at the same time he didn't want look like a slob. God! This was so nerve wracking. He thought about not going, just telling him that he was actually going to try to get some sleep before school. Going back for his phone he retracted his hand. He couldn't do that. Craig beat Cartman to a pulp for him. The least he could do was go to his fucking house.

Grabbing a pair of oversized (much like all of the clothes in his closet) grey sweats, he quickly changed. Grabbing a pair of tennis shoes from underneath his bed Tweek put them, grabbed his phone and headed towards the front door.

"Okay." He told himself as he started down the street. "Dad normally wakes up around 4:15 and leaves the house around 4:50 to be at the shop by 5. Mom doesn't start waking up until about 6:20, 6:30," checking the time on his phone he saw that it was now 3:31. "Okay, so that gives me about 45 minutes until dad gets out of bed. I cannot go back into the house until he is gone. So my ideal time to go back into the house between 5 and 6, anytime before or after that is dangerous. If my parents find out I've been sneaking out they might lock me up like a dog! Gah!" Tweeks words spilled out of his mouth quickly as he hurried down the street towards his destination.

Like the last time, it only took Tweek about 7 minutes to arrive at Craig's house, but this time Craig was already standing on his front porch. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet, his arms held close to his body, like he was trying to keep himself warm. "Tweek! Hey! Come on, it's cold." Craig whispered loudly, it was like he thought if he used that tone that no one would hear him, even if he was being louder than he needed to be.

The crunch of the unshoveled snow beneath his feet spewing into the thin fabric of his shoes no longer bothered him. Refusing to feel the cold that stung at his skin he stepped up on the porch. Putting pressure on his tongue with his teeth to stop himself from scolding the older teen for being outside with nothing but a thin layer of silky pajama pants. After all, Craig said he was tired of being criticized and Tweek didn't want to make him attacked.

Instead, Tweek just lifted his hand in a half-wave, forcing himself to stay quiet. There was no way he was going to let Craig get into even more trouble.

As the two stepped inside, Tweek could see the pink that kissed the light skin of his crush. How long had Craig been standing out in the cold? With the cold air of early November Tweek knew that it didn't have to be long before the cold started to take effect, but still, if he was out there too long Craig could have gotten seriously sick. Honestly, he probably didn't give a shit if he did.

The simplicity of the Tucker household didn't come a shock to Tweek. It was fitting for what he knew of Craig, and he could only assume that the apple didn't fall too far from the tree. With the dim lighting Tweek couldn't tell the color scheme of living room, only that it was of a darker choosing. The emptiness of the walls, however, didn't go unnoticed. From what he knew Craig didn't get along with his family, and Tweek wondering if anyone in his family got along at all. With the lack of family photos on the wall, he doubted it.

The hushed walk to Craig's room took but a moment, yet with each step the anxieties within the blonde rose, and his breath quicken. It wasn't until the door softly closing behind them that Tweek could let himself calm down.

"Welcome," Craig's said his arm spreading out, crossing his body like he was showing off some great prize. "To my humble abode."

Unlike what he could see from the living room Craig's room had personality. Dark green walls sprinkled with posters of space, and the cartoon Red Racer. A clearly cared for telescope standing by his window just waiting to be used next to a bookshelf filled with books about science, and history. His desk, clean and organized besides an open book and the note pad that sat near it. His beloved guinea pig in a cage as long as the dresser as it sat on, but the most amazing thing about the room was the ceiling. The ceiling was covered in the small glow in the dark stars that kids use when they are scared of the dark, but Tweek could tell that this was different. The admiration Craig had for the stars was clear while Tweek looked up at the top of his room. The small stars mimicking the constatations of the night sky.

"Amazing isn't it?" The question caused Tweek to jump a bit. Had he really been staring long enough for Craig to notice?

Letting a small laugh Tweek shook his head. "If anything I'd say it's a little lame." He teased, unable to stop the remark from leaving his lips.

"Fuck you." Craig said lifting his middle finger to flip off the blonde. "You were the one person I thought I could trust."

Normally panic would have taken over Tweek with such harsh words, but the soft look of amusement in the blue of Craig's eyes told him that his words meant nothing but a continuation of playful banter."Your room, it-it's so you." Tweek told him, his nails digging at the thick fabric of his sweatshirt sleeves. "The-the real you."

Craig turned away from Tweek almost going in a full circle before heading towards his dresser. His odd actions didn't go unnoticed either, blinking at him a few times Tweek looked back at where Craig was standing and where he himself was still standing. Why he spun away from Tweek instead towards him left the blonde a bit puzzled, but before he could question Craig's odd actions the black haired boy (whose hat was still covering his head even in the middle night) turned back around with a fairly sized rodent sitting in the palms of his two cupped hands. "This is Stripe."

Shoving his hands against his mouth to stop a squeal of excitement Tweek leaned in close to the small creature. The whole left side of of Stripe was the color of sand, while the right was fully covered by black, the only thing pulling the colors apart was a white stripe that ran down the middle. Tiny ears folded down over on themselves with small tufts of hair peeking out of them. A soft squeaking came from the animal as his nose twitched at his new admirer. "He...is...the...cutest thing...I have ever seen." Muffled Tweek from under his hands.

A sense of pride sat upon Craig's face as he pushed the animal closer to Tweek. "He is really special, his coloration is different than most guinea pigs. I mean they have this colors, but not the pattern. He's really old too, pushing seven. Sometimes I get really scared that he isn't going to live much longer, but he still acts like he did when he was baby. I see this guy outliving all of the other guinea pigs. If he lives to be oldest guinea pig ever I would be soooo happy." Tweeks eyes went from Stripe, to Craig, and then back to Stripe. Craig sounded like a mother bragging about her child. Reaching to pat the animal's head with his finger Tweek wished that one day Craig would love him like he did this small creature.

Wait, love? Tweeks finger paused for a moment before touching the soft fur. Did he really just wish that this boy he only recently became friends with loved him? Sure, he had feelings for him, but love? No way. He was being stupid. Pushing back those thoughts he ran his finger across Stripes head, gushing over how soft it was. "So soft."

"Hold him." Craig said lifting his hands just enough to emphasize his point.

Yanking his hand back Tweek rested it on his chest. "Are-are you sure? What if I drop him? Craig, I really don't want to drop him."

Rolling his eyes Craig smiled as he kneeled down to sit himself on the floor. "Then sit, he'll be fine falling just a few inches. He always falls from the small platform in his cage, so you won't even have to worry."

Following Craig's movements Tweek sat on the floor, his legs crossed over each other. "Are-are you positive that it's okay to hold him?" He asked, cupping his now shivering hands.

Nodding Craig slowly tilted up his wrists to encourage Stripe to walk into the hands of the blonde. "Here," He said before putting his hands under Tweeks to steady them. "Don't be afraid. If you shake too much he might jump down."

If Craig noticed the shade of red that Tweek was, he didn't say anything. He just kept his hands under Tweeks, a huge smile on his face. Small paws moved around the palms of Tweeks hands, the fur tickling him. "I can see why you love him so much, this is the cutest animal I have ever seen."

"Isn't he?" Craig said leaning down, placing a soft kiss on the guinea pig. "He's a good boy too. If you set him down he won't run away, he just sits by your legs."

Smiling at the display Tweek could feel his temperature rising, this was way cuter than he could ever picture.

"It really helps when you have to study." Oh right, the whole tutor thing. With everything that been going on these past couple days Tweek almost forgot. Even if the two did agree to meet up to do so. Putting the animal on the ground with Craig's assistance, Tweek watched as he stood up and headed towards the bookshelf, his trusty animal scampering along side him.

Leaning down Craig scooped up Stripe and tilted his head towards his bed. "Come on, it'll be more comfortable over here."

"Ri-right." Scrambling up to his feet Tweek moved over to Craig's bed, cursing himself for almost tripping over his own feet. This was just a normal study session, at almost 4 in the morning, with an incredibly handsome boy, and his super cute pet, nothing more than that.

Tweek bit his lip as he sat on the bed, instantly noticing how much bigger that it was than his own. The soft bounciness under him made him feel like he was sitting on a cloud. Were mattresses supposed to be this comfortable? His sure as hell wasn't.

"Okay, so where were we?" Craig asked opening his book, skimming through the pages. "Ah, constellations. Perfect. We are under the stars after all."