AN: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I had a very hectic week full of drama, dumb teen angst, a total of 17 hours of sleep in six days, waaaaay more drama, and then my mom being shipped to a hospital, several cities away. (Due to her high risk pregnancy problems. BUT both her and the baby are a-ok) So yeah, crazy week. But now everything is kind of less-hectic and I can finally turn my attention back to this beauty!

"Craig, we need to talk."

"Not now Clyde, I'm busy." Yeah, busy kicking Token's ass at Call of Duty Zombies. We all knew I'm the zombie fucking slayer master. There are few things I take very seriously in life and Black Ops Zombies happened to be one of them.

"No, Craaaig, we need to talk now!"

"Damn it all!" Token hisses as a zombie gets to him. And now he's back down on the ground for the zillionth time. "Craig, hurry and revive me."

"Give me a second you impatient bastard. I'm in the middle of killing this giant ass flock of zombies you failed to take care of yourself. If you've just done your damn job I'd have helped you up already."

"No one appreciates your sass, Craig." Token points out, oh so rudely.

"Oh please, everyone loves my ass."

"Not what I said."

"But you don't deny that everyone loves my ass."

"Craaig! We need to talk!"

"Shut up Clyde!" Token and I snap in complete unison. I'm not sure what Clyde's problem is, but it's fucking annoying. I can't slay zombie ass and deal with dumbass at the same time, it's one or the other.

Jesus Christ.

"Damn it, Craig, listen to me!" Suddenly Clyde is standing in front of me, blocking my view of the beautiful flat screen TV.

"Fucking 'aye Clyde!" I use my left hand to shove him onto the bed so I can focus on killing off the last few zombies and still have enough time to heal Token back to life.

But suddenly a zombie is grabbing me from behind and I'm dead. Just like that. Game fucking over.

Token and I are already screaming in rage. This was one of our best games; we were well over an hour and a half into the triad and we were fucking proud. But now we were dead. Fucking fantastic.

"Aww man, Clyde! C'mon dude." Token moaned. He fell back onto his bed and dragged his hand over his face.

"Wow Clyde, thanks a whole fucking lot." I throw my controller onto the floor and ignore Token scolding me for mistreating his property.

"Have we ever gotten that far?"

"That was a fucking gorgeous ass game before you ruined it, Clyde." I glanced over at Clyde, expecting him to look terribly guilty like he always does. But this time he doesn't. Instead, he looked fidgety and unsure. "What's your problem?"

"Craig, since when do you text Tweek?" He asks, without skipping a beat. I stare at the brunette for several long seconds.

"What?" My voice comes out harsh and angry, but I don't even care.

"You've been texting Tweek?" Token asks, sitting up.

"Why the fuck are you going through my fucking phone, Clyde?"

"Why have you been texting Tweek for the last week without even telling us?" This was the angriest I've heard him be in a long time.

Exactly a week ago Tweek ran out of the bowling alley. And then I hung out at his house, smoking and relaxing in his room. It was fucking fantastic. And then, suddenly, a week ago I was texting Tweek.

I'm not even sure how it happened. One moment I didn't even have the blonde's number and the next we were exchanging text messages that never seemed to end. The conversations would go on all day, sometimes messages were sent back and forth rapidly and other days messages were spaced hours apart. We'd end up talking about nothing and everything all at once. In the week of working with Tweek things weirdly picked up right where it left off all those years ago when we were eleven and still friends.

"Why the hell did you go through my phone dickwad?"I angrily snatch my phone back from Clyde. I unlock my phone and sure enough there was a reply from Tweek. I had asked him what he was doing and he had replied that he was making coffee, of course, he is.

"Craig, why didn't you tell us you were texting Tweek?" Token asked, calmly from his spot on his king sized mattress. We haven't mentioned Tweek since the day after the bowling alley incident. Truthfully I didn't feel like sharing my renewed friend. I liked the weird simple thing going on between me and the blond and I had no intention of ruining it.

"Because it's none of your damn business." I snap. I'm starting to feel really fucking angry and it's really not a good thing.

I turn my attention onto my phone so I don't have to see Token and Clyde's stares. I decide to reply to Tweek before I forget.

Craig: Clyde and Token found out we've been texting.

"No Craig it's not necessarily our business but we're best friends. You're my business. Usually, best friends would tell each other when they start texting someone important."

Damn it all I don't have the energy for this shit.

"It's not important, it's my damn phone and you should really learn how to mind your own fucking business!" I glance up at Clyde and it makes me even angrier to see his worried expression.

I glance down at my phone and see that Tweek has already texted me back.

Tweek: Oh

"Craig! Why don't you tell us anything anymore? We care about you, you asshole."

"You've been acting kind of strange ever since you started working at Tweak's."

"You can't push us away Craig! We're not going to let you shut us out again."

"If there's something wrong you can tell us."

"Craaaaig, you can't lie to us. That's not fair. Just tell us what's going on with you. We don't care that you're texting Tweek. We just wish you'd tell us these things!"

That's it. I'm done.

"I'm leaving." I stand up and grab my jacket. Token and Clyde are blabbering bullshit, asking me not to leave. I ignore them and I leave Token's house without a second thought.

Despite not knowing where to go my feet knew exactly where to carry me. I'm blinded with rage. Why can't they just stay out of my business? I don't want to fucking 'share' like a bunch of twelve year old girls. My phone and who I text aren't any of their damn business.

Fifteen minutes after leaving the Black residence I was standing in front of one certain suburban home belonging to a certain twitchy teen.

I pull out my phone and inform Tweek that I'm standing outside. Seconds later the front door is thrown open and a flushed blonde is staring at me, breathing heavily. Did he run down here to get me?

"Craig," he exhales.

"Can I come in?"

"Huh, yeah. S-Sure." Tweek steps to the side so I can enter through the front door. Tweek is wearing an oversized green sweater and black skinny jeans. The combination looks really good and it's annoyingly distracting. I'm glad for the distraction, though. I'm still just so angry.

The TV in the living room is on and turned to some soap opera channel. I had a feeling Tweek hadn't actually been watching it, but it's been on for the extra sound. Tweek used to turn the TV on to fill silence when he was younger and home alone. The familiar sight makes me nostalgic in a pleasant way.

I always thought that Tweek's home would be one of those houses that never change.

Surprisingly though his house has changed a lot over the years. This is the second time I've been over since elementary school and being inside the house was turning into a game of "Spot all the changes"!

"A-Are you okay? J-Jesus. Did something happen?" I think Tweek stutters less now when he's around me.

"Are you okay?" I counter, simply. Tweek's dark rims around his eyes are looking a little darker than usual and his hair is more tamed than most days. I've noticed that dark circles meant Tweek would be twitchier. Tamed hair seems to mean Tweek would be acting strangely.

"W-What? Yeah man. I'm fine! Jesus! Why w-would you think that-" Tweek suddenly cut off and his lively eyes that had been dashing around the room stop. His eyes lift to look at me. "Don't change the s-subject!" My anger dissipates slightly at the sight of Tweek glaring at me. "What h-happened at Token's?"

"Clyde was being a dick and went through my phone."

Tweek stares at me blankly for a moment.

"So?"

"So, it's my phone! It's none of his fucking business." I growl. Tweek looked unimpressed and my anger was returning.

"Yeah and it's C-Clyde. Hasn't he d-done that before?"

"Well yeah-"

"So, why a-are you so angry t-this time? Are you ashamed to be c-caught talking to m-me?" I swear to fucking god my heart stopped beating for a moment when he asked me that. Tweek didn't even look worried or scared to hear my answer or anything.

This kid is full of fucking surprises.

"Fuck no. God Tweek, just no. Don't ever think something like that again. Jesus."

"I know."

"What?" Ladies and gentlemen, I repeat, this kid is full of fucking surprises.

"I k-knew you wouldn't care if p-people knew we've been t-texting."

"Then why did you ask?"

"If i-it's not that, then why a-are you so angry?" Tweek asked, sounding fucking wise and shit. I watch as the small blonde crosses his arms and pull them against his stomach. He practically curls into himself. I try to focus on him and his actions instead of his question.

Suddenly I know why I'm angry that Clyde went through my phone. I know, but I don't want to admit it. I don't want it to be an actual thing.I'd rather ignore it and pretend it's not real.

"I don't fucking know." I mutter instead of even considering voicing the truth. Tweek watches me as I sigh. An idea popped into my head so I spoke it aloud before I could change my mind. "Do you want to hang out at Token's?"

Tweek looks just as surprised as I do at the question. After a moment, he nods slowly. "Yeah, sure. O-Okay. I think… yeah." Tweek keeps nodding slowly and I can tell he's nervous.

"Why don't you bring Antigua? The guys will love her." I suggest, referring to Tweek's bubbler. I learned that Tweek named all his pieces after coffee terms or something. I'm pretty sure Tweek said Antigua was the name of some fancy Guatemalan coffee.

I feel no shame over declaring that this quirk was one of the cutest things ever.

"Oh! Y-Yeah!" Tweek always perks up at the mention of his pieces. I think he secretly really likes to share them.

"You ready to go now?" Tweek nods.

"L-Let me go grab her! W-Wait! And I need c-coffee. Then we can g-go. A-And I have to l-lock the doors. And m-make sure everything's off. Oh- and…"

"Tweek. Go get the bubbler."

We find Clyde and Token in the movie room. As soon as I open the door Clyde is throwing himself at me. I nearly fall over at the weight of Clyde clinging to me. He's crying and I'm pretty sure he hasn't even noticed Tweek.

"Craaaig! I'm sorry. I promise I'll never touch your phone again. Don't hate me."

"Clyde, you're fine. Shut up."

"You'll still be my super best friend, right? I'm sorry. Craaaig."

"Damn it, Clyde. Shut up."

"Craaaig-"

"Hello, Tweek." Token suddenly greets. He stood up from the couch and starts making his way towards us. "I didn't even notice you hiding over there."

Clyde pulls away from me and even has the decency to step back to give me some goddamn room. He's staring at Tweek and I'm a little worried the blonde might get overwhelmed. Clyde is turning red and his mouth is hanging open like the dumbass he is.

"H-H-Hi!" Tweek squeaks. I glance over my shoulder and I'm not surprised by what I see. Tweek is huddled backwards and crammed into the space between the junction of the stairs and wall. He has his shoulder bag pressed to his stomach and his eyes are wide and stressed.

"Craig. What is thiiiis?" Clyde slowly asks.

"Well Clyde, this is a human specimen. He is a seventeen year old male named Tweek. He's kind of freaking short. He's just under five feet and weighs approximately seventy pounds." Tweek gasps and I feel him tugging at my sleeve.

"That's n-not t-true! I-I'm o-over five feet t-tall! A-And I weigh m-more than seventy pounds." Tweek looks truly offended that I insulted his height and I wanted to laugh. I don't, but Token is chuckling for me. Clyde, on the other hand, is screaming and throwing himself at Tweek.

"Tweeeeek, I've missed you!" Clyde cried as he wrapped his arms easily around Tweek's shoulders. He hugged the blonde so tightly that his grip easily allowed Clyde to raise Tweek several inches off the ground. Tweek is absolutely frozen and his face has gone pale. His lips are trembling slightly. Green eyes are locked onto mine.

I can't decide between saving the blonde or letting Clyde hug it out.

A long time ago I learned that it's best to let Clyde get everything out of his system at once. Otherwise, the brunette will become a clingy bastard and will be all touchy feeling all fucking day long. It's always better to get it over with early on.

"H-Hi?" Is all Tweek manages to say to Clyde. I don't think it'd matter if Tweek said anything at all. Clyde has tears spilling from his eyes and he's rocking the two of them from side to side. He's blubbering something about how great Tweek is.

"Clyde let Tweek go. You're going to scare him off again." Token scolds lightly. Clyde suddenly drops Tweek and dives backwards to put several feet of space in between them.

"I'm soooo sorry Tweek! Don't be scared. I'm sorry. It's just so awesome to see you again." Clyde is rambling and Tweek looks flustered.

"Tweek," I call out. Tweek steps next to me and one of his hands reach out to grip the sleeve of my shirt. "Why don't you show them Antigua?" Tweek nods. He doesn't let go of my sleeve as his other hand disappears into his shoulder bag to grab the bubbler.

"Antigua? Who's Antigua?" Clyde presses closer to Tweek again. Tweek silently pulls out the green piece and holds it out to Clyde. "Holy shit Tweek! This is a bubbler! Holy shit! Tweek, that's so cool! You should meet James!" Clyde turns and with a giant smile shows the bubbler to Token who nods. "Token go grab James!"

"Clyde, seriously calm the fuck down." I growl, getting annoyed. I wasn't angry anymore, but he was starting to piss me off all over again. Tweek seemed to understand this because the petite boy tugged on my sleeve. I glance down at him and he's staring up at me with a shy half-smile that makes me feel calmer.

"Craaaaig, don't bully me. Tweek make Craig stop bullying me." Tweek laughs lightly, which surprises me. I glance back down at him and he's staring at Clyde with a smile.

"W-What makes you t-think I can m-make him stop?" Tweek lightly tugs on my sleeve again. He used to hold onto my sleeves back in elementary school. It's so strange to see the return of what used to be a usual occurrence.

"Because, Tweek, Craig liiiiikes you."

HOLY SHIT. WHAT. NO CLYDE. DON'T SAY SHIT LIKE THAT. SHIT.

"Oh shut the fuck up you dick stick." I slap the back of Clyde's head, but he just giggles.

"… Dick stick." He snickers. I hit him on the back of the head again and Tweek giggles.

"Token! Hurry the fuck up!" I shout, hoping to change the subject very quickly. I grab Tweek's wrist and drag him towards the couches. Clyde follows, still carrying Tweek's bubbler.

"I'm right here dude." Token sits down next to Clyde on the couch across from the one Tweek and I are sitting on. Clyde reaches out and grabs James before switching couches. He sits down next to Tweek and starts eagerly showing off James Bong.

"I have some Green Love Potion on me." I tell Token. I pull out a small zip lock bag and toss it onto the coffee table.

"Oh yeah, that reminds me. Kenny and Butters are actually on their way over."

"Oh fuck no. Are you kidding me?" I look forward to every day being Kenny-Free. Plus Kenny is always way too touchy-feely with Tweek. It's fucking creepy.

"Ken is c-coming over?" Tweek suddenly asks, pulling on my damn sleeve again.

"Yeah and he's bringing Butters!" Clyde chirps happily.

"We snagged one of the good bottles of brandy we have upstairs too. Clyde wants to party." Token casually informs us as he starts filling Antigua. Tweek freezes up from beside me.

"B-Brandy? P-Party?"

"Not like an actual party Tweek. It's just hanging out. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do." I reassure Tweek. He nods slowly and when the filled bubbler is handed to him, he pulls out his lighter and lights it up.

Clyde and Token are watching Tweek smoke. The two looks absolutely mystified by the sight and I don't blame them. Tweek doesn't even seem to notice the attention.

Just moments later the door at the top of the basement stairs open and two blondes walk downstairs. Kenny has his stupid backpack on him and in each of his hands are some kind of bottle. Butters trails after him from behind with a friendly smile.

"Heya fellas!" Butters greets as he reaches the bottom stair.

"No need to fear everybody, your party savior is here!" Kenny shouts, throwing his arms wide and laughing. He stops suddenly to turn and wave at Tweek. "Hey, Twinkie. Fancy seeing you here."

"H-Hi Ken." Tweek greets with a smile.

"Do us all a favor and keep your damn mouth shut and sit your ass down." I mutter, mostly to myself. Tweek hears me though and gives me an amused glance.

"What did you bring over Kenny?" Token asks.

Kenny sets down the two bottles onto the coffee table with a grin and starts explaining everything he has in mind for tonight. Two words in I decided I was ready to leave.

It's nearly ten at night and this is all becoming one big mistake. Clyde, Token, Kenny and even fucking Butters are drunk. They're all so painfully drunk. Tweek, of course, hasn't drank a single drop and due to his fearful insistence neither have I.

And to make matters worse I'm not even that high. Tweek is, though. Tweek is a giggling, giddy mess. I'm currently in the kitchen with Clyde and Tweek, babysitting the two. Clyde is hugging Tweek and literally crying over how much he loves Tweek.

It's sickening, really.

"Tweek, I love you. I love youuuu. So much. We used to be… like, buddies. The best buddies ever. And even though Craig is a total asshole he was like a buddy too. Your buddy, ya know. I don't know why you disappeared, but it's okay. A-OKAY. I don't care. I forgive youuu. Just love meee." Clyde whines.

"O-Okay Clyde, it's o-okay."

Tweek is just laughing hysterically while tapping Clyde on the back hesitantly. Tweek glances up and meets my stare. Clyde is being way too clingy and it's kind of pissing me off. "Clyde," I snap. "Why don't you go bother Token or something."

"Token! Oh man I love Token too. I love everyone."

"Be a good dog and go find Token." Clyde lets go of Tweek and throws his arms around me.

"Can you feel the love tonight?" Clyde sings off key. "Don't worry Craig you're being loved tooo. Now I'm going to go give Token some love!" Clyde turns and runs off downstairs to find our rich friend.

Tweek slowly turns to me with a smile. This is the happiest I've seen him. It leaves me with a funny feeling in my chest but I'm just glad to see him happy.

"Do they always g-get like this? Does a-alcohol really make everyone so… h-happy?"

"Fuck yes. It's annoying. It's only tolerable if you're drunk too." Tweek turns red.

"S-Sorry."

"Don't be. You're still going to that party next weekend, right?" Tweek looks nervous and squirms. He shrugs.

"D-Do I really h-have a choice? K-Ken is gonna f-force me." Tweek groans and rubs his bloodshot eyes. "You'll b-be there, r-right?"

"Yeah." There's no way I'd miss it. I don't trust Kenny with Tweek.

"G-Good. T-That makes it a little l-less scary." I want to know what that's supposed to mean. I want to grab Tweek's shoulders and demand answers, but instead I just hum. It's not the time to over evaluate things.

"Why don't we go join the others?"

"A-Actually I should g-get home. I have to open s-shop in the m-morning."

"Hey don't be a shit. We have to open shop in the morning."

"Okay, y-yes we do. So I should p-probably be getting h-home."

"Do you want to go say bye to everyone first? I'll walk you home."

"Y-You don't have to d-do that!" Tweek is turning a little red.

"You still don't like the dark, do you?" Tweek nods. "Then it's fine. I don't want to stay the night here anyways. These assholes would keep me up all night."

"Oh o-okay."

"Was tonight, okay?" I ask suddenly. We were almost at the door to the basement. Tweek pauses and glances over his shoulder at me.

"Y-Yeah. I'm glad t-this happened. I've m-missed you guys." Tweek looks embarrassed to admit this, but I'm glad he did.

"C'mon let's go say goodnight." I open the door with a smile, but it quickly disappears. With what I see I'm ready to turn around and leave. Unfortunately, Kenny spotted us and yelled at us to come down there.

So, somehow in the ten minutes Clyde went downstairs ahead of us, the brunette managed to end up in only his socks. When I say in only his socks I mean in only his socks. The only saving grace was a pizza hut box that was held to cover chub's groin.

"My eyes are bleeding." I deadpan.

"Oh, Craig, it's not that bad. Right fellas?" Butters asks with a giggle. Butters' giggle turns into raucous laughter. I seriously can't believe they all got Butters of all people drunk. I mean, wasn't he always afraid of getting grounded or whatever? I thought he was the one good kid around here.

"What the fuck is going on down here?" I demand. Seriously I need answers. If this is turning into some giant ass gay orgy, I'm dragging Tweek out of there ASAP.

"We're playing truth or dare." Token tells me in an annoying 'rich guy' voice. He's holding some fancy cigar and is wearing a top hat. A red tie is loosely tied around his neck and a black velvet robe is tied tightly around his waist. I have no idea where he got any of those things, but he looks fucking ridiculous. Did he raid his dad's closet? "I've been dared to act like a rich pompous asshole for the entire night," he drawls.

"I can fucking tell."

"I had to prank call Cartman, 'shit was hilarious!" Kenny exclaimed eagerly.

"I had to list the top ten cutest South Park, guys." Butters giggles. Butters is way too openly gay. He needs to calm down on his flying rainbow sparkles, fuck. I bet the kid pukes rainbows and rides unicorns in his spare time.

"And what the fuck is your dare?" I ask Clyde, already regretting this. Clyde's neutral stare slowly lifts into a shit eating grin.

"I'm supposed to chase you around, butt naked while singing that one Pina Colada song."

Three… Two… One…

"Oh fuck no! Tweek, run! Run while you can!" I grab Tweek's hand and jerk him towards the stairs. Clyde dropped the pizza box so he can pull off his socks. Tweek screams and uses his free hand to cover his eyes. "We're leaving, assholes!" I shout.

"Bye Twinkie! Don't let Craig rape you!" Kenny shouts after us.

Clyde is already running up the stairs by the time we reach the top. He's screaming that awful song about drinking Pina Coladas in the rain. Clyde isn't a good singer but at least he doesn't lack enthusiasm, that's for sure.

Tweek is both laughing and screaming as we run through Token's house. I never minded the fact that Token lives in a mansion but at this moment I do. I can't believe there's so much fucking distance to run through.

"SO IF YOU LIKE PINA COLADA!"

"CLYDE STOP. I'M SERIOUSLY GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU. SHUT YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH. FUCKING CLYDE!"

"AND GETTING CAUGHT IN THE RAIN."

"CLYDE, YOU'RE DEAD TO ME."

Clyde is still naked and screaming by the time we reach the door. I was relieved we made it outside and I thought Clyde streaking and screaming would stop, but I was wrong. It continued. Clyde actually followed us outside. Screaming and naked and all.

Holy shit.

I don't know if Clyde really is that drunk or if he's just feeling exceptionally ballsy. Luckily Clyde only chases us for a few hundred feet before laughing and shouting bye before turning around and making his way back towards the mansion.

Tweek is breathless and laughing beside me. I'm still holding his hand and I chose not to let it go. In fact, I don't let it go until we're standing outside of Tweek's house. I don't let go until his door is open and he has no choice but to go inside. I say goodnight and he tells me he'll see me in the morning.

Time feels kind of surreal right now but tonight was good. Tonight was really good.

AN: Follow me on tumblr! (Find me as ErrorUnknownUser) I promise I'll post anything and everything related to this fic along with extra scenes for this story! I'll probably even start up requests on tumblr if I get enough followers. So leave an ask with a request! I swear I'm even going to post a continued scene with the boys playing truth or dare once I actually have some followers.

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PS: Special thanks to my beta Buddy60 and to Sam for continuing to harass me to writeee. xxLanie