What do you get when you take a love sick puppy and taunt him with all his wildest desires and heated nights of forbidden passion? Why, a monster, of course. At least that's what Tweek has come to believe after confessing his feelings to his taken best friend.

I'm not going to think about him. I'm not going to think about him. I'm not going to think about him anymore. Craig/Tweek. Post-breakup fic. Craig's point of view.