A/N Fail of chapter titles? I think so.

'I'll keep You Safe'

'I Want You Safe'

Failure. I am ashamed.

Anyway, here's more of this story. I feel like writing. My English teacher inspires me to write, which means she is doing her job well!

Haha we have to write an essay of 1,000 words and some kids are like OH GOODNESS! THAT IS SO VERY LONG!

Pfft. 1,000 words. I can write that in my sleep.

…ONWARD!

Chapter Twelve: Hunger Strike

"K, do you wanna shower?" I ask Tweek once we've made it up the stairs.

"Yeee…." The dazed boy answers.

"Do you mind if I get ready while your in there? I won't if you care-"

"I don't care." Again, the answer dazed.

"Are you ever, like, not like you're on drugs?" The blond grins and giggles.

"I have A.…." His giggles pick up. I shake my head and smirk at my insane little boyfriend.

"Come on." I grab hold of the still giggling blond's wrist to drag him to the washroom. He quickly undresses, fast enough that I didn't even notice he was in there until the water was on. Wow.

"Craaaiiiig!" The blond draws out my name from behind the curtain.

"Yes, Tweek?"

"Your shampoo smells like weed."

"I know, Tweek." It's some fucked up flower shit. It smells like pot, legit.

"Craaaaiiiiig!"

"Yes ,Tweek?"

"Can I have a towel?" His voice sounds kinda girlish when he speaks normally. I pass the towel to him at the side of the curtain.

"Hey, do you want to wear one of my shirts?"

"Mm-hm! Okay Craig!" I nod, and quickly leave the washroom, giving my boyfriend some privacy. Hmm… Jeans… One of my smaller black t-shirts… Meh. Good enough.

"Tweek I-" Just as I open the door he trips out of the tub, and falls to the floor, the towel barley covering his junk. "Shit! Are you okay, Tweek?" It looks like he's crying. Fuck. I rush to help him and quickly realize he's actually laughing.

"I fell!" Ugh. Dickhead. I flip my boyfriend off and throw his cloths down to him.

"Asshole, I actually thought you were hurt."

"You should have seen your face!" He looks up to me, his wet yellow hair plastered to his face in front of his eyes; his this pale body nearly completely uncovered. Oh the things I could do to him right now.

"Hurry up, we have to get to school."

~X~

"Mom, could we get a ride in again?"

"Why don't you get your license, boy? I don't want your freeloading ass in this house forever. Get a job while you're at it." My father tells me from the other side of the kitchen table. I flip him off, and he casually returns it.

"Sure." She responds lifelessly. Annnnd that's where I get my attitude from, for the record. Tweek is happily clasping his mug of lack coffee from beside me. Hm. He smells good.

"Boy, shouldn't you call that kids parents when he stays over?"

"Yeah. Probably."

"M-my parents don't really care anymore. It's cool." His parents have kinda settled down recently, which is surprising. As long as his marks don't fall of course.

"I'm leaving now. Take it, or leave it boys." My mother shouts from the front door. What a charming family.

~X~

Today, we didn't hold hands. We didn't hug. Actually, my entire group hardly spoke. It's actually kind of absurd, considering the kids who killed the gay kid were expelled.

"Ngh!" Tweek shakes close beside me. We're sitting in front of our lockers for lunch today. I'm not really in the mood to eat to be honest. I still can't get over the fact that I had no idea homophobia was that bad in North Park.

I also just can't over the fact that I would have probably not known anything if I weren't gay. Our county is ignorant. Something should be done. Not that I'd do it personally… I don't want to stick my nose into other peoples business. Well, I guess it's my business but-

"C-craig?" Tweek snaps me from my thoughts. I blink a few times before answering.

"Yeah?"

"What do w-we do if –Erh! What if someone comes after us?" I shrug.

"I guess we just… fight?" I hate fighting. It's stupid.

"Th-that never seems to work…" I pull the quivering boy into my arms.

"Tweek, we'll be fine." I wish I could believe that. I hope this shit kind of dies down… Like yeah, a kid dying is fucking serious, but… Maybe for our sake we could just, like, get on with our lives.

~X~

I don't want to think about getting beat up anymore. I don't want to be afraid for Tweek. This is stupid. Homophobes deserve their asses handed to them. It's been a few weeks since the incident and we're still all on our toes. Ugh. I'm calling Tweek. God knows he's up.

"GAH!" He answers hastily.

"Hey, Tweekers." What is it? 2:30? I glance over to the clock. 2:24. My bad.

"W-why did you call? Jesus, is there something wrong? IS YOUR HOUSE ON FIRE! !" He screeches into the receiver. I try to hold in my laughter, but fail miserably.

"Tweek, I just wanted to say 'Hi', you spazz."

"…Hey!" I chuckle again. God, I love this kid.

"Hello. So how are you this sleepless night?"

"Good! Ah!"

"Good."

"Ergh! C-can we play laser tag again? We haven't b-been there –NGH! In like two weeks!" He asks excitedly. Heh, who knew he'd like it so much?

"Of course." Oh, I figured out why I never used to play more, and go to the mall more often. I kinda, well, had no friends.

"Awesome!"

"Tweek?"

"ERGH!"

"Do you feel safe at school?"

"I always feel safe with you." He whispers without hesitation, or stutter. This coming from the kid who doesn't even sleep because he doesn't feel safe, actually feels safe with me, and only me. What an honour.

"…Before we got together, when was the last time you had a good night sleep?"

"N-never." …Never? Ugh, stop smiling like an idiot, Tucker. Just because your probably the world to this kid doesn't give you the right to smile like a goof, or blush, or whatever the fuck else you're doing. Damn.

~X~

"Good game guys!" Token congratulates Tweek, and I as we exit the dark laser tag room.

"Shit, Tweek! When did you get so good at this game?" Clyde asks while we un-suit ourselves in the Game Stop lobby.

"Engh! I d-don't know! It's just a lot of –Ngh! F-fun!" I fucking love when he smiles like a little kid.

"Well that was fun. See you guys at school Monday?" Token asks one we're about to leave.

"Yup. Bye, guys." I actually had fun with people I might actually consider friends today. Hm. Cool.

My boyfriend and I are attacked by the frost bitten wind when we leave the mall. I hate March. The bus better fucking be on time.

What a surprise. The bus never came. Tweek's on my back as we trek the forty minute walk back to my house. We waited an hour for that fucking bus. Damn Saturday schedules.

"C-c-craig?" Tweek asks through chattering teeth.

"Yeah, Tweekers?"

"Are w-we almost th-th-th-there? I c-can't f-feel my f-feet." His shivering is getting worse and worse by the minute. Fucking A.

"Yeah, don't worry." You talking to me, or him, Tucker?

About ten minutes later we finally make it to my door-step. I think I actually froze my nut sack off, holy shit. I let my little blond popsicle slide from my back once we enter my house.

"I'll go get you some coffee." I kick my boots off, and make a b-line for the kitchen. Good, my prents were too lazy today to clean the machine. Just after I put the mug into the microwave, Tweek sneaks up behind me.

"Th-thank you, C-craig." I turn and wrap my body around his shivering slim figure.

"How much do you weight, Tweek?"

"…92 lbs." My eyes widen when my stomach jerks. 92 lbs? Fuck. My hands move to his shoulders, and still holding his shoulders, I push him out in front of me.

"Is there any specific reason you're only 92 lbs?" He looks like he's ready for me to hit him or something. It's the abandoned puppy look.

"I… Uh… Coffee? I –GAH! Youtoldmeyoulikemethin!" His eyes clamp shut, fully ready for me to hit him.

Beep, beep, beep. The microwave interrupts us.

"Tweek… I would love you even if you were as fat as Cartman. I told you I'd love you no matter what." His eyelids fly open. Tears well at the bottom as he stairs at me with nothing but guilt.

"I'm sorry…" His whisper is muffled when his head falls.

"Don't be sorry for anything, Tweek. If anything I should be sorry." I feel like such a douche-bag right now. My boyfriend was pretty much starving himself because of me. Fuck my life.

"Do you want pizza for dinner? Or Chinese? We can call City Wok for some laughs." A smile forms to his mouth, showing those wonderful large teeth. He wipes away his tears with his arm as he nods.

"I'd l-like that."

~X~

Bleh, I feel like a sumo wrestler now. God, I ate so much 'shitty' chicken.

"I'm at l-least a 100 lbs n-now! Ah!" Tweek flops down on my bed beside me. His light blue shirt is pulled to just above his deep belly button on his flat, pale tummy. …How about a bit of reverse psychology?

"You'd be even sexier with a chub tummy." You honestly say the stupidest things to him sometimes. Way da be.

"Eng! Th-those two words –Erk! Don't work in th-the same sentence."

"I disagree." Tweek rolls over onto me childishly to pin me down. His face moves close to mine. With close to an inch of space between our lips, he stops. His gaze explores my features for a moment. Slowly a smile creeps to his beautiful lips.

"I l-love you, C-craig." I love his shaking. I love his smile. I love his voice. Ugh.

"I love you, too, Tweek." I smile back at him. Suddenly his lips crash to mine haphazardly. His tongue doesn't just move around in my mouth; it's like he's searching. He's trying to find something that's he's been longing for. It takes me only a moment to realize he's searching to human contact, and an escape, which he's found.

I pull his tiny body close. His panting breaths are dying down as his shaking returns.

"I… I th–Ngh! I love how you taste more than I like the taste of coffee." My blond whispers into my chest. Tweek? Tweek Tweak likes ME more than COFFEE; his drug, his passion, his life! He like's me more? Tweek loves me more than coffee… Holy shit.

"I think I love holding you more than I love holding stripes."

"Y-you make me feel –Erh! Better than c-coffee does." Wow. I'm better than drugs.

"I love you more than I love flipping stuff off."

"Gah! I wanna watch a movie." Hm. Gotta love A.D.D.

~X~

"Mom-"

"Yes, I'll give you a fucking ride, Craig." My mother snaps at me when I enter the kitchen. Actually, I was going to ask if we had any oatmeal. I love that shit. It's tasteless and bland. Awesome. Checking cupboard… Bingo.

"Boy, get your license. Aren't you 16 yet?"

"Yes." I answer flipping him off.

"Boy, I need a new pick up. You can have my piece of shit by time the summer rolls around." Really? Fuckin' A. Hm. I guess I'll be needin a job sometime if I'm gonna pay for a truck. Things are looking up I guess.

A/N I'm trying to push the time frames. Is it working? Sorta-maybe? It's taken me 11 chapters to get from the middle of January to the beginning of March. *sigh

This is gonna be one long-ass story. :P

Not that any of you seem to be complaining.

Thank you to every single one of you amazing readers who has reviewed this story. You make me smile for hours every time :D