"Token's pissed at y-you, isn't he?"

Craig rolled his eyes as the two continued their walk to the coffee shop after Craig's basketball game. "I've told him for months now that I didn't want to play basketball after high school. I didn't even really want to play it this year, but I couldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. He KNEW. It's his fault for him being so pissy at me turning down the scouters."

Tweek sighed as he grabbed one of the flaps on Craig's chullo and yanked on it, making said hat tilt slightly. "I'm a bit mad at y-you myself, but I understand your reasoning."

"I really think you're the only one Tweek. It's not that I don't appreciate the offer of a full scholarship, but none of the top colleges have anything to offer in what I want to make my living on. I'm serious on helping you with the coffee shop in every way I can."

Tweek chuckled. "I know you are Craig. After all, you DID sp-spend thirty minutes staring at paint swatches at the hardware store when we were just there to p-pick up more caging for Streak. You've got the decorating bug pretty b-bad."

Craig stretched, popping his shoulder. "Too bad I can't really do anything until I get my degree. Graduation is fucking taking too long to get here!"

Tweek shook his head. "Three months Craig. It's only three m-months. And we've got a shit ton of other things planned in that three months. Clyde, Kenny, and Kyle turn eighteen, th-there's prom…oh god…prom…, we find out what colleges accepted us, Spring Break is next week…"

"That coffee workshop thing your parents are going to for the weekend next month as well. Don't forget about that. We'll be able to handle the shop the entire weekend, right?"

The blond nodded. "They did it last year and I worked both Saturday and Sunday b-by myself since Katie was out of town. I'm glad you'll be there this time."


The start of Spring Break coincided with the trip to Denver for Craig, Tweek, Stan, and Kyle to check out the city and check on pricing for apartments. Stan and Kyle definitely knew they were going to the University of Denver since Stan had accepted the football scouters offer and Kyle had been the basketball scouters next choice after Craig.

True to Tweek's word, UoD and the college Craig and Tweek both hoped to get into were twelve minutes away from each other and there were several apartment complexes within decent walking and driving distance from both.

The area between the two schools had a fair share of restaurants and coffee shops and the four teens spent a good part of the day walking around before splitting up to check out their respective school, promising to meet at a cozy looking coffee shop Tweek had seemed to fall in love with.

Several hours later, Craig and Tweek walked into the shop laden with pamphlets and estimates on college costs and ordered simple coffee drinks. They sat down to wait for Stan and Kyle, Tweek fretting at his coffee and how it could be improved.

Craig shook his head. "I've said it a million times. You are way too anal about your coffee."

"Speaking of anal…"

Kyle sat down in one of the empty seats as Stan walked to the table holding his and Kyle's drinks.

Stan groaned, his face growing as red as Kyle's hair. "Kyle…no…"

The redhead laughed as he grabbed his drink. "I thought it was hilarious!"

"You would, you freak!"

Kyle cackled as Stan hit him hard on the shoulder, forcing Craig and Tweek to look at the two incredulously.

"Mind telling us what the joke is so we can laugh at Stan too?"

The redhead giggled, trying to keep from laughing as he took a sip of his coffee. "So…you two know how Stan's choosing to go into Veterinary School, right?"

The two nodded and Stan tried to put his hand over Kyle's mouth. Kyle easily held his boyfriend's hand away. "So one of the teachers that Stan is going to have was telling us that since there are so many farming towns around Denver, one of the main courses is going to be with farm animals and includes field trips to some of the farms for on hands experience. And then he told us that just last week, his students went to a dairy farm to check on some pregnant cows and the method on how you check them. Go on Stan, tell them."

"Do I have to? This is fucking embarrassing."

Kyle smirked. "If you don't, I'll tell them that story about you, me, Wendy, and the bottle of Mrs. Butterworth."

Stan's eyes got wide and he shook his head. "Okay! Okay! Ugh… So in order to check on if a cow is pregnant and how far along, you… lube up and stick your hand up her ass…"

Kyle started giggling again. "And then the guy starts walking away to show us another vet classroom after he said the method and I whisper to Stan that he'll be a master at that since he already has experience sticking lubed objects in two Cow asses."

The table grew silent before Tweek started heavily breathing, trying hard to not laugh as Stan's face grew redder. Tweek finally squeaked and started giggling, causing both Craig and Kyle to start laughing as Stan slammed his head on the table.

"I hate all three of you so much."


The rest of Spring Break had the entire group hang out at Token's since his house had an indoor pool and they were sick of the snow outside.

Tweek had put on his swim trunks he had bought on Craig's insistence, but frowned at the pale scars adorning his arm. He didn't know why he suddenly had cared about them being on his arm and what his friends would do if they saw them. He knew Craig didn't care and that both Clyde and Token also knew about them, but Stan's group didn't know. He knew there was nothing to be ashamed of, like Craig had told him weeks ago, but the thought of the others seeing them gave the teen second thoughts about going in the water. He had hidden them so well with his long shirts and the fact that he hadn't really hung out with any of them since he had cut himself until this year, but the fear of his friends abandoning him for their existence terrified him.

There was a light knock on the door before Craig poked his head in. "Tweek, everything okay?"

Tweek was sitting on the toilet staring at his arm and looked up at Craig, shaking his head. "I can't. I can't g-go out there. They'll s-see my scars and then w-want to know about wh-what happened and I c-can't tell them wh-what happened because they'll think I'm weak and horrible f-for doing this to myself and they'll stop wanting to b-be my frie-"

"Tweek."

Craig entered the bathroom fully and knelt down in front of the blond, taking the pale arm and running his fingers over the scars. "I promise you that Stan and the others won't judge you or hate you for these. They're your friends. They aren't going to stop hanging out with you because of them."

"But…"

The door creaked open suddenly and Stan walked in, shirt already halfway off, before he noticed Craig and Tweek were still in the room. Tweek gasped and pulled his arm away from Craig and held it close to his body before Stan had a chance to see it.

Stan narrowed his eyes. "Tweek…were those-"

The blond whimpered as he curled into himself, forcing Craig to try to unfurl the teen.

Stan walked closer and knelt down, lightly touching Tweek on the shoulder. "Hey Tweek, dude, look at me. It's okay. I have them too."

Stan pulled his long sleeved shirt off the rest of the way as Tweek cautiously lifted his head. Nestled in the crook of Stan's forearm were several long, pale scars.

"You don't have to tell me the reason behind yours Tweek, but just want to let you know that it's okay to have them. Mine happened in Sophomore year, back when I started having feelings for both Wendy and Kyle and I couldn't decide between the two. It wasn't fair to either of them, so I just stopped hanging around them and talking to them. Fell back in with the goths and started drinking heavily again and when the alcohol couldn't chase away the pain enough, I started cutting."

Tweek sniffed as he uncurled his hands and touched the pale lines on Stan's arm.

Stan smiled softly as he moved his arm closer. "You should have heard Kyle and Wendy when they found out. Since I had stopped hanging out with them, they had grown closer, so when Firkle called Ike to tell Kyle to come get me one night when I got dangerously drunk and Wendy had come along, man… I swear I didn't leave their sight for a month while they got me better."

Tweek looked up at Stan and held out his arm. "My meds f-fucked with my head pretty bad until w-we found the right combination. You… You promise you're n-not mad I have them?"

Stan lightly ruffled Tweek's hair. "Why would I be mad Tweek? They're a part of life. We'll always have scars we're not proud of, but you should never be ashamed of them."

Tweek nodded slowly, before pulling his shirt off all the way and standing up. "I…think I'm r-ready to go to the p-pool. Thank you Stan. Ready Craig?"

Craig smiled softly. "Go on ahead. If Stan doesn't mind, I've got to piss. I'd pee in the pool, but we all fucking know how anal Kyle is about us doing that."

The blond chuckled and nodded before walking out of the bathroom. Craig waited until Tweek was several feet away before turning to look at Stan. "Don't really have to go. I just wanted to thank you for talking to him. It's been bothering him for a few weeks now and he honestly doesn't know why his scars have just suddenly been on his mind lately. I talked to him about it, but I guess what he really needed was someone who knew what it was like to talk to."

Stan nodded and smiled. "Anytime Craig. Kyle's the same way sometimes and Cartman had a problem with his stretch marks for a while and to be honest, I had the same fear he had in thinking Kyle and Wendy didn't want me for doing what I had done. But everything worked out."

The two walked out of the bathroom once Stan had changed and into the main pool area where Craig saw Tweek totally invested in a game of Marco Polo. He smiled, knowing Tweek was feeling better, as he dove into the pool.


The Friday of Spring Break was Kenny's eighteenth birthday, so the teens loaded up in Kyle's and Token's cars and drove to Boulder where a new giant arcade had opened up.

Kenny had dragged Butters, Stan, and Kyle toward the laser tag area while Clyde and Cartman had went to beat each other in air hockey with Token supervising so the two wouldn't kill each other, leaving Craig and Tweek to wander around the arcade to play games.

"Anything seem interesting to you Tweek?"

"I was p-pretty good at Skeeball the last time I went to an arcade. Wanna s-see who can get more tickets?"

Craig smirked. "You're on. This time I'm gonna win."

After a few rounds of Skeeball proving that Tweek was still pretty good, Craig suggested going to some of of the coin pusher machines to earn tickets, followed by some of the basketball games and skill games. By the time lunch rolled around, Craig had racked up about five thousand tickets, but Tweek had beat the noirette by just ten tickets.

Craig looked at all the prizes before looking over to Tweek. "Alright, you won our game, so you get to pick whatever we can get with ten thousand tickets."

"Are you sure Craig?"

Craig nodded and Tweek looked over at all the prizes before smiling. "I want a Number Twelve and a Number Twenty."

"He's so fluffy! Feel him Clyde! Feel him!"

Clyde groaned as he turned to glare at Tweek in the backseat. "You just HAD to fucking get him that, didn't you!?"

Tweek giggled as he covered his face with the poop emoji plush he had picked for himself. "I seriously didn't kn-know they even made guinea pig stuffed animals! I just HAD t-to get it for him! We had enough tickets for it and Hamlet here."

Clyde furrowed his eyebrows. "Hamlet? You didn't seriously name the poop Hamlet, did you? Why?"

The blond snorted. "Hamlet the Vampire Slayer."

Clyde just stared at the blond as he shoved the giant guinea pig plush out of his face. "What?"

Tweek rolled his eyes. "It's a m-movie Clyde. Hamlet the Vampire Slayer. It's if you crossed Hamlet w-with Buffy the Vampire Slayer. The movie st-starts with a definition of diarrhea aka poop, so… Hamlet."

Craig gasped as he pulled his plush out of Clyde's face. "Ooh! That would also be a really good name for a guinea pig! Hamlet! Can I name my plush Hamlet as well? Please Tweek?"

Tweek nodded as he smiled at Craig hugging the giant plush and looking at him with a near exact replica of the infamous Clyde Donovan puppy dog look. "Yes Craig, you can."

Craig had the beginning of a high pitched squee on the tip of his tongue, when Token slammed his hand on the dashboard. "No squeeing in the car while I'm driving please! It's bad enough that I hear it from Clyde constantly. Don't you dare start Craig!"


Luckily, birthday dinner at McDonald's didn't involve vengeful chicken spirits and the group got to enjoy their nuggets in peace after being deprived of them for nearly three months.

They drove back to South Park and all ended up crashing at Token's house for a birthday party and sleepover and spent the night watching movies.


"Nope! No no no! Fucking… stop the fucking movie!"

Token paused the movie as Tweek cursed at the screen, before standing up and walking into the kitchen, coming back a minute later with the Black's blender in his hand.

"Eric! Put your h-hand in the blender!"

Cartman stared at the blond incredulously before slowly putting his hand in the device in front of him. "Tweek…what does this have to do with-"

Tweek groaned. "This blender looks EXACTLY like the one that Ken h-has in the movie! And you aren't as fat as him and you can b-barely get your hand in there. Not only does he do it, he also gets his hand chopped in the d-damn thing and judging from the fact that he's been fucking making a shit ton of s-salsa, the blades are probably dull as shit, so there would be n-no fucking way the blades would cut through layers of skin and fat and STILL b-be able to slice his damn throat to kill him! This movie is pissing me off!"

Craig stood up and gently took the blender from Tweek's hands and handed it to Token before wrapping his arms around the blond. "Come on Muffin. It's going to be okay. It's just a movie."

Several minutes went by as the group continued to watch Unfriended.

"Blaire, you are too st-stupid to fucking live! You still have y-your fucking screen share on you stupid bitch!"

"How do you kn-know how to fucking torrent but not know ANYTHING else about h-how computers work!?

"How the fuck do you accidentally h-have sex with Adam TWICE?! Did you trip and fucking f-fall on his dick?!"

"Why the hell did you put d-down one of your fingers Blaire!? Are you ALSO responsible for Ashley Dane g-getting an abortion?!"

"WEBCAMS DON'T WORK THAT WAY!"

As the movie credits rolled, Craig tried to placate a seething Tweek with coffee he had just made the teen.

Clyde shook his head and laughed. "Wow Tweek, you were right about getting vocal. That actually made the movie ten times better. You're right, this movie was complete shit. Are there any other movies that you know about that will cause this reaction in you?"

"The f-fucking Leprechaun remake is one. Dreamcatcher. Don't EVEN g-get me started on the Friday the 13th remake or the Hellraiser movies after the fourth o-one."

Clyde grinned as he held up Leprechaun. "I guess we know what's next then."