Second-to-last chapter, bitches! We're wrapping everything up all neat and tidy, so get ready for all the resolutions to come crashing down, or some metaphor like that!

Chapter 14 – "Halo"

"Everywhere I'm looking now, I'm surrounded by your embrace. Baby, I can see your halo"

"Are you okay, Tweek?" Craig asked the smaller boy after he finished covering his face in kisses, "You're not hurt, are you?"

Tweek shook his head, pressing his face into his boyfriend's neck. "No, I'm fine Craig," he replied, "I'm just really cold."

"Let's get you into warmer clothes," Craig murmured, wrapping his arms around Tweek and pressing him close to his body. He noticed he was wearing Clyde's jacket, but decided not to question it.

Clyde followed them to the fire and sat down beside Token as Craig and Tweek went into the tent. He was shivering, but as soon as he got near the fire, he felt the cold melt away. Token stared at him as he warmed himself, but didn't say anything for a minute. But eventually curiosity got the better of him, and he had to ask.

"Where were you?" Token demanded, "Do you know how worried Craig and I were? Craig was on the verge of a panic attack! And why were you both wet?!"

"Geez, Token, if you would just let me speak," Clyde muttered, not appreciating having his ear yelled into. Token closed his mouth and waited for Clyde to explain. "I couldn't sleep, so I went for a walk, and while I was away that group of stoners we told you about kidnapped Tweek. Heaven knows why, he didn't do anything to them, but I came across them as they threw Tweek in the pond and I dove in to rescue him." He decided to spare some of the finer details.

"Are you guys ok?" Token wondered, his voice full of concern.

"I think so," Clyde replied with a shrug, "I gave Tweek my jacket so he wouldn't freeze. He's such a tiny thing, I was really worried about him."

Token let out a light chuckle. "Well, I'm glad neither of you are hurt," he said, "Nothing spoils a festive mood faster than getting injured from diving into ice cold water."

Or trying to rape your best friend, Clyde thought sadly to himself. He was glad Tweek was safe and warm, but that didn't change anything between himself and Craig. At least he could take solace in the knowledge that Tweek at least didn't hate him.

A minute later, Craig and Tweek came out of the tent, Tweek now dressed in thicker, warmer clothes. Clyde quickly stood up and brushed past them into the tent, being very careful not to make eye contact with Craig.

When he got into the tent, Clyde ripped off his cold wet clothes and stuffed them into a plastic bag. Then he started digging into his bag to find warm clothes that were comfortable enough to sleep in, not that he expected to sleep at all for the rest of the night.

He had just finished putting his clothes on when he heard someone come into the tent behind him. He turned around and was quite surprised to see Craig standing there. Clyde stared at him, shocked.

"C-Craig?" Clyde stuttered, "W-What are you doing in here? I thought you never wanted to talk to me again!"

"Tweek told me what happened," Craig said softly, staring at the floor, with his arms wrapped around himself, "Out at the pond."

Clyde held his breath, knowing the rage was coming. After all, it was his fault that those stoners kidnapped Tweek and tried to drown him. He closed his eyes, waiting for the burst of anger.

He was quite surprised when Craig stepped forward and threw his arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. Clyde's eyes snapped open and his jaw dropped. What was going on? Didn't Craig hate him?

"Thank you for saving his life," Craig whispered, his voice full of emotion, "You don't know how much he means to me."

"You shouldn't be thanking me," Clyde muttered, "I'm the reason he was in danger in the first place. I was talking to the stoners-"

Craig shook his head and gently rested his chin on Clyde's shoulder. "Tweek told me that the stoners bent your words so they could get a sick thrill," he murmured, "You could have just let him drown to spite me or something. But you didn't."

"Of course, I didn't," Clyde breathed, "I would never be able to live with myself if I let Tweek get hurt. Even though I was jealous of him, I still consider him my friend."

They were silent for a moment, with Craig still hugging Clyde. Eventually, Clyde sighed. "Craig, I'm so sorry for what I did to you," he told him in a soft voice, "I didn't mean to take it that far. I don't know what came over me, but I'm not going to try to excuse my behavior. I could easily just blame the stoners for putting the idea in my head. But I'm not going to. I love you, Craig. I want to be with you, and on some level there is a part of me that would love to sleep with you. So, I understand if you still want to avoid me."

Craig closed his eyes and pressed Clyde closer, much to Clyde's surprise. "Clyde, I don't care about that," he murmured, "You realized what you did was wrong, and you apologized. And you didn't go all the way. And you saved Tweek's life. You may not want to make excuses for yourself, but I will. If you say the stoners put the idea in your head then I believe you. Fuck, maybe they even gave you some fucked up drug or something."

Feeling tears well up in his eyes, Clyde finally returned Craig's hug and buried his face in his shorter friend's shoulder. "Craig," he whispered, "Please, I just want to be your friend again! I promise I won't get in between you and Tweek. I won't force myself on you anymore. Please let me back in."

Letting out a soft chuckle, Craig pulled Clyde even closer to himself. "I thought I already made it clear I forgive you, Clyde," he laughed, "Of course we're friends again."

Clyde felt his heart swell up, and he couldn't help but turn to Craig and kiss him deeply. Briefly, but deeply. When he pulled away, embarrassed, Craig simply laughed and gave Clyde a quick kiss on the cheek.

They both left the tent and went back to the fire where Tweek and Token were waiting. As soon as they came out, Tweek stood up and was instantly pressed against Craig, who immediately had his arms around him. The three walked back to the fire and the four sat pressed together, staring into the fire.

When they finally got tired again, they all went back into the tent. Before anyone could lay down, Craig rearranged the sleeping bags again so that he was sleeping next to Clyde again. While Token was mildly confused by all of this, Clyde gave Craig a warm smile as they all laid down to sleep. Clyde pressed against Craig, who had his arms wrapped around Tweek, while Token slept close.

…

The sun rose over the festival, bright and shining, making Stan and his friends groan. Well, Stan, Kenny, and Cartman. Kyle was out at the fire, preparing breakfast. Kyle was rather surprised that Token wasn't up yet. Didn't he say that he always woke up early? Then again, maybe he stayed up extra late last night. Who knows?

But even then, Token was still the next one to wake up. He came out of his tent, fully dressed, looking tired. He walked over to where Kyle was cooking eggs and pancakes (yes, they had the ingredients to make pancakes.)

"You look like you had a rough night," Kyle commented when Token sat down.

"Ugh," Token muttered, "Clyde and Tweek disappeared last night so Craig and I stayed up waiting for them. I'm exhausted."

"You know, you can sleep in," Kyle pointed out, "No one is forcing you to wake up this early." Token gave him a tired look.

"I am," he mumbled.

Kyle gave him a good-natured eye roll, but decided not to bother him about it anymore. Instead, he placed the pancake he had made on a paper plate and passed it to him.

"Here," he said, "Try having something to eat. That should wake you up a little bit."

Token gave him an appreciative smile and started on his cake while Kyle started making another one. He watched, intrigued, when Kyle put an egg on top of his pancake when it was finished and eat it that way.

"Weirdo," Token sneered.

"Hey, lots of people put eggs on their pancakes, asshole!" Kyle huffed, but there was no venom in his voice.

"Of course," Token agreed, "And those people are weirdos."

Kyle smirked but refused to dignify that with a response. Kenny was actually the next one to wake up, which rather surprised Kyle. He usually preferred to sleep in when he could. And, much like Token, he did not look like he got enough sleep last night, as he sat down next to Kyle with a yawn.

"You look terrible," Kyle noted, as he started making another pancake for his friend.

"Thanks," Kenny muttered, resting his cheek on his palm.

"Rough night?" Token wondered.

"Nightmares," Kenny responded, "Kept me up all night. Couldn't sleep."

"Then go back to bed," Kyle suggested.

"Don't wanna," Kenny objected. Kyle sighed and rolled his eyes, but didn't argue any further. As Kenny waited for his breakfast to be finished, he looked up and saw Becca walking towards their campsite.

"Son of a bitch," he hissed under his breath, "I'll be right back." He stood up and walked over to Becca before she could reach the fire. "What are you doing here?"

Becca let out a cutesy giggle. "What else would I be doing here?" she asked, "I came to say that I forgive you."

Kenny glared at her, silently fuming. "Forgive me for what?" he demanded.

"For yelling at me for no reason, silly!" Becca giggled, "I know you didn't really mean it! So, why don't we go back to my tent and 'make up?'"

Kenny didn't answer right away. He didn't want to start yelling and making a scene, that wouldn't help anything. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself before he trusted himself to speak.

"Look, Becca," he sighed, "We are not good for each other. Or rather, you're not good for me. When we got together, you changed me in a way I can never come back from. You put me on drugs and alcohol, even though I couldn't afford it. I could've been saving up for a better life for myself and my sister, but because of you, I couldn't stop, and I wasted my money. You seduced me into having sex with you at fourteen. Fourteen! I was just barely finishing puberty at that time!" He paused to take another breath. "I think it would be best for the both of us if you just forgot about me and looked for someone else to indulge your reckless lifestyle with."

Then, without looking at her, Kenny turned and walked back to the camp, leaving a rejected (and outraged) Becca behind.

…

When Stan finally woke, it was sometime in the afternoon, and everyone was awake except for Craig, Tweek, and Clyde (whom Token allowed to sleep in for once.) Even the three kids were up, bugging Kyle to take them to the main stage, and Tricia was complaining about how lazy and useless her brother was.

Stan was trying to ignore everything around him. He just wanted to get home and forget all about this weekend. He wanted to forget how he had ruined everything with Wendy. He wanted forget about her horrifying, soul sucking parents.

As the others went about their day, trying to get the most out of their last day of the festival, Stan sat in front of the fire, just staring into it. He didn't notice that almost everyone had left to their own devices. He didn't notice that Wendy was walking right towards him.

It wasn't until she was sitting next to him when Stan suddenly noticed her. Startled, Stan gasped and nearly fell out of his seat.

"Wendy!" Stan exclaimed, once he righted himself, "W-What are you doing here?"

The girl beside him gave him a sad smile. "Well, you just showed up at my RV last night and had a spaz attack," she explained, "But I think I know what's going on with you."

Stan gulped and looked at her. "Y-You do?" he asked. Wendy nodded.

"You've probably noticed I've been distant lately," she said, "And I'm sorry. I really wanted to spend time with you and enjoy myself. I wanted to be with you. But…" she paused and looked away.

"But what?" Stan asked, growing anxious.

"My parents don't want me to be with you," she muttered, "They keep telling me how much they don't like you. They're trying not to be controlling by just telling me to dump you, but it's like they think if they say enough negative things about you then I won't want to be with you anymore."

Stan felt his heart starting to race. "Wait," he said quietly, "So, it had nothing to do with me? You weren't mad at me or something?"

Wendy smiled gently and softly caressed his face. "Of course, I'm not mad at you, Stan," she told him quietly, "I love you."

There was a long pause following her confession. It took a moment for Stan's brain to catch up. "Y-You… I mean…" he swallowed, "Really?"

"Really," Wendy replied.

Stan leaned forward so she could hear his whisper. "I love you, too."

No more words were spoken between them as they closed the gap between them, kissing each other gently and softly.

And there you have it. All wrapped up nice and tidy! We just have one more chapter! While you wait, feel free to tell me what you think might happen in the sequel!