In a cozy yet silent room, the late summer heat made it pleasantly warm from one corner to another. With the blinds slightly opened and no lights on but a small TV, the room was entirely lit by the summer sun shining brightly outside. Two boys sat in the room, on the bed. One with a controller in hand, playing a video game on the TV that was turned down low to where the noises could barely be heard. The other was simply watching him. But he wasn't paying attention.

A deep, throubled sigh escaped from his lips.

"What's wrong?" The other asked. A slightly concerned set of eyes looked over at him. They were Craig's.

They were at his place, sleeping over. It was evening and Craig had been playing games for the most of it while Tweek lay next to him on the bed, looking blankly at the screen. They had spent most of their summer vacation like this, at either of their houses, playing video games and watching movies. Nothing else.

It was nice, of course, but recently Tweek had been feeling something was lacking. Something he couldn't describe very well. His mind felt cluttered, more so than usual, even though there was nothing that could possibly bring him any stress or worries in this moment.

"I dunno...Don't- Don't you sometimes just get the feeling you're not living your life to the fullest?" he mumbled, the words escaping his mouth as if it was the first time he thought of them himself.

The question coming a bit out of nowhere, Craig didn't fully know how to respond, but suddenly he was able to understand why Tweek had been so strangely quiet the past few days. He always had this bored look on his face, even when smiling or laughing. It wasn't hard to miss, when his usual self was a lot more hyperactive than he was now, even if it was in a negative way.

Hesitant words left Craig's lips, not fully able to relate himself to him, as he had been having a pretty fun summer so far, besides his boyfriend seeming so down of course.

"I mean I guess so, but..."

In the moment of silence Craig left, a shuffle of bedsheets could be heard as Tweek turned on his back, reaching out his arm to the miniscule dust particles floating through the air, visible in the sunlight.

"I just wanna feel more free? Everyday we just hang out in your room - and it's not like I don't like it! Cause I do - but I just don't want to live life so..." He stopped for a moment to breathe out another sigh, "Safely anymore, you know?"

Craig glanced at him for a bit. Tweek wasn't facing him, he was blankly looking up at the ceiling covered in glow-in-the-dark stars. They didn't seem to light up a lot right now with the orange hued light from the sunset shining through the blinds. But it would be their favourite thing to stare at for hours at night.

With an idea taking shape his mind, a light grin tugged at Craig's lips. As lovely as Tweek was, he had always been a bit of a scaredy cat when it came to breaking rules, especially his parents'. But with how he proposed to live more on the edge, Craig's mind wandered to something he had been wanting to do for a while.

"How about we sneak out tonight? With Token and Clyde? We can just hang out, cause some trouble." He said with a soft snicker at the last part.

Tweek turned his head to look at him in a manner that he hadn't seen for a short while now. With excitement. The light reflecting off his eyes made them sparkle, or maybe they were sparkling on their own. With a wide smile tugging at his lips he nodded.

"So... What are we doing, exactly?" Token's voice filled the silence in the empty streets, slightly echoing.

The four friends had met up in front of his place a little while ago after sneaking out of their houses, and were now walking through the center, passing closed stores. Along the sidewalk occasionally ran a low wall, surrounding bushes. Tweek was walking over them and balanced on the edge of these walls, with his arms stretched, whenever they passed by one. Craig had his hand lightly placed on his lower back in case he lost his balance.

"Live, I guess," Craig answered, the words leaving his lips along with an exhale.

"Pff, that makes us sound like those edgy teens in a TV-show," Clyde exclaimed, snickering.

Craig frowned at his mockery, especially since he had just repeated what Tweek said to him he wanted to do. However, looking up at him he didn't really appear to be listening.

With a shrug, Craig said to him, "That's kind of the plan, yeah. How about we go hang out at the treehouse?"

For a treehouse they build at least 7 years ago, it had held up pretty well, except for a while now they hadn't been able to stand up straight without bumping their heads. They still went there sometimes to hang out; they would read comic books or just silently scroll on their phones, showing whatever funny post they would stumble across to the rest. Occasionally Token would bring his IPad that they would watch pirated movies on.

They used to hang out a lot in general, just not for the past couple of weeks. School kind of got in the way of them sometimes, but it never drove them apart. And with their exams behind them, they could enjoy their summer vacation together again.

Walking along the noisy gravel path into the forest, they found the trees they had subtly marked with carvings of crosses to lead to their treehouse. Not that they needed them anymore anyway; they knew the route by heart.

Soon they arrived at the tall oak they had built their treehouse in, managing to pull the rope ladder down with a stick to climb up into it. They didn't really have any other lights besides a big flashlight Clyde had taken from his garage. It was probably his dad's but he never asked to have it back. It seemed almost indestructible and they couldn't remember the last time they needed to replace the battery. When putting it down, shining it up at the ceiling, almost the whole treehouse lit up.

As Clyde already opened a bag of chips he had brought, Craig unzipped his backpack with a light smirk. "Guess what I found in the garage?" he said, the other three turning their gaze to him attentively as he pulled out four beers, two in each hand.

"Dude, sweet," Token said, gladly accepting the bottle when Craig handed it to him, as did Clyde.

Holding one out to Tweek, Craig asked with a kind expression, "You wanna try too?" He knew Tweek had never been a fan of unhealthy things like that. He always proclaimed how alcohol would damage your brain and cigarettes would give you cancer. Not that he was wrong. He was just always a tiny bit too worried when it came to those things.

But to his surprise, Tweek hesitantly nodded and took it from him. He fiddled with it for a while until handing it back after trying to open it, in vain.

"Can you uh..."

Chuckling, Craig cracked it open for him on the planks beneath them, making a light dent in the wood, and gave it back to him. "There ya go."

"Thanks..." Tweek smiled at him, taking it again and finally taking a sip. It had been a while since he drank beer. He hadn't ever had more than a sip or two, but it somehow tasted a lot better than he remembered. Drinking it almost made him feel more grown-up, in a way.

They chatted for a while, drinking and eating some snacks, until the question came up again. "Right, so what were we doing again? Without vague, angsty answer this time." Token asked.

The question (as well as the remark) was mostly directed at Craig, seeing as it was his idea to hang out.

"I... might have an idea," Craig said, seemingly mostly to himself.

"And are you planning to share it with us or?" Token asked.

Craig seemed deep in thought before he got up, opening the treehouse hatch and starting to climb down.

"Just come with me, and don't forget your bags," he told them. Behind him Token muttered a snarky 'that's a no, then.'

Like ducklings following their mom, they followed Craig. They would've been some very confused ducklings, but anything that would make their night more exciting was worth considering, and Craig seemed very confident in the unspoken idea he had.

After a little while, they arrived at a 24/7 convenience store. Following Craig into the store, they walked up to the small DIY aisle to find exactly what they needed: spray paint cans.

Keeping his voice down so the store clerk wouldn't hear, Craig mumbled to the others, "It's perfect: edgy and illegal." A light chuckle left his lips.

Softly laughing along the others started picking out colours, although there weren't a lot of choices to begin with.

With a soft tap on Craig's shoulder, Tweek announced he was going to get a cup of coffee from the coffeemaker. As he walked he glanced at the LED-lid shelves, chuck-full of salesware. It wasn't the first time they had been here, but never this late at night, so it felt like an entirely different place.

The store was quiet and it appeared whiter without any sunlight radiating through the windows. It gave it a slightly eerie, abandoned feeling. Furthermore it was quiet, very quiet, and from the other side of the store Tweek could still faintly hear his friends talking among themselves and the clatter of paint cans against each other.

He placed a cardboard cup under the coffeemaker. A press of the button made the machine emit a humming sound throughout the whole store. After the noise quieted down and the coffee maker stopped pouring out the beverage, Tweek put the plastic lid on, walking back to the others. With one or two cans in hand each, they made their way to the cash register, where the seemingly sleep-deprived clerk scanned their items.

With silent puppy eyes the three looked at Token, who sighed, easily convinced, and pulled out his wallet to pay for the items in cash.

Back at the treehouse, they were talking quite excitedly about where they could do graffiti without getting caught, except for Tweek who was strangely silent, but smiling contently while fiddling with something in his pocket.

Suddenly he snickered to himself. Confused, the others looked at him.

"What's so funny?" Clyde asked him.

The grin didn't leave his face as he looked up at his friends. "I-I stole something," he said, kind of proudly, pulling out a lighter with a glistering space print on it from his pocket.

They all looked at it, kind of in awe, surprised Tweek had the guts to do something like stealing.

"Dude, what do you even need that for? You don't smoke," Craig asked him, scooting closer to nudge him with his shoulder.

"I dunno, I just liked it!" Tweek chuckled, pressing down on it to make a small flame light up. He seemed enchanted by the light. It was hard for Craig to tell if he was smiling because he had the courage to steal, or because he just liked the flame so much.

Rolling his eyes, Craig snickered again and dismissed this thought about his expression. "You do you, babe."

They continued to pick a spot: one of the walls holding up a tall out-of-use bridge, a bit outside of town. The walk there was long. They could've gone back to grab their bikes from home, but this was safer. And after all: they had all night.

They arrived at the bridge, still sipping their beers. Clyde put down the flashlight to light up one of the walls. Craig kicked some loose bits of chipped off asphalt. He handed one of the spray paint cans to everyone, each shaking the cans in unison.

"Sooo, what do we paint?" Clyde asked, looking down at his blue paint can.

"Whatever we come up with. So, who takes the honor of putting down the first line?"

Craig looked around at his friends, until finally glancing at Tweek, who seemed deep in thought until exclaiming, "I have an idea…!"

Black paint can in his slightly shaking hand, he breathed in before he put down the outline for their piece. He held the hood of his jacket over his mouth to not inhale the fumes.

A little under an hour and five empty spray cans later, they stepped back and looked at their work, full of pride. None of them really had a lot of artistic talent, they just kind of did whatever they felt was right, but in the end it didn't look bad, not bad at all.

The wall was covered in a bright explosion of colour, big capital letters across it spelling 'Live'.

"Sweet," Token snickered, taking a photo of their work on his phone.

"Uh, Is it- Is it smart to have a picture of something that's practically illegal...?" Tweek asked, a bit scared of the consequences now that they had actually done it.

"Dude, it's only vandalism - on something broken and unused too," Craig said, shrugging.

Clyde supported his claim. "Yeah if anything, you stealing from a store is probably worse." He chuckled while putting his flashlight back into his bag.

"I -ngh- guess, but don't you think that-"

Suddenly they heard a loud but faraway voice, yelling at them, "Hey! What the hell are you kids doing here!"

A middle-aged man walking his dog came from the other direction from town. He had his phone up, ready to report them, so without much hesitation they grabbed their bags.

"Oh shit, run!" Craig shouted.

The four of them starting to run back into town. The man tried to chase them, but after they had followed Craig into some narrow alleyways and shortcuts, they saw he had already given up a while ago.

Panting from running, they leaned against the side of a building.

"Holy fuck that was close," Clyde said under his breath, his arm leaning against the bricks. "You think he saw our faces?"

"Probably not," Token answered. "It was really dark out there."

"Yeah," Craig agreed, looking aside at Tweek who was leaning his hands on his knees to catch his breath. "You okay, honey?"

"That-" Tweek began, finishing his sentence in a different way than they expected. "That was so much fun...!" He grinned widely. They had thought he would be more scared after being caught, but somehow he was the exact opposite.