By the time Token and Clyde arrived at my house I was nearly as jittery as Tweek gets. I get excited over weird things. Red Racer being relaunched, newest GTA game, when I taught Zag how to roll over…

I only get excited over things that make Token call me a dork. Never in my life have I actually been excited for a party, but holy shit am I. If I think about it, this all feels pretty fucking surreal. I work with Tweek, I'm friends with Tweek and now I'm even going to fucking party with Tweek. Never in a million years did I think this would happen.

Tweek was a nervous wreck all day at work. He constantly spilled drinks so eventually I just had to take over and start making the coffees. They all tasted like shit, but hey- I'm not the one drinking them. I made Tweek make my coffee, smart move that was.

I left work a little bit before Tweek, just to avoid meeting Tweek's parents again for the first time in years. It made me smile as I left when Tweek told me, "I'll see you later."

When I spot Token's nice ass porsche pulling up to the sidewalk in front of my house I was out of the door instantly. Clyde sat shotgun so I claimed the seat behind Token. Unsurprisingly the boys are dressed to impress, which are Clyde's words. Not mine.

"You look excited." Token points out as he steered the car back into traffic. Clyde is turning down the shitty pop station and thank fucking god. "I'm worried."

I roll my eyes. "I'm not excited. It's just been a while since I've gotten wasted."

"Wait, didn't you get drunk like last weekend?" Clyde asks, glancing over his shoulder at me. His question brings back memories of naked Clyde and naked Clyde is not my favorite Clyde. Naked Clyde is fucking burn my eyeballs now, please Clyde.

"No you asshole, you got drunk."

"Oh yeah! And I chased you and Tweek naked! Man I barely remember that night, I was wasted." That's for sure. Jesus fucking Christ. Clyde has always been known as the friend who ends up naked when drinking.

It doesn't take long for us to arrive at Tweek's house. Before I can get out of the car to retrieve the blonde, the nervous teen bolts out of his house. He's of course carrying his thermos and he's shouting something over his shoulder. He looks mad. He pauses in the doorway to shout something else and then he's slamming the front door closed.

Tweek looks different. It's not a big difference but it's there and it looks nice. He's wearing faded black jeans that are tucked into a pair of doc Martins. He's wearing a white long sleeved shirt with a forest green canvas jacket over it. Actually, he looks a lot like he does every other day but somehow it's still different.

He opens the door of the car and slides in.

"Hi Tweek!" Clyde happily greets. Ever since we all hung out he's constantly talking about Tweek which annoys the fuck out of me.

"What was that about?" I ask Tweek, hoping to direct his attention on me. My scheming plan works and Tweek turns his fleeting gaze to me. Our eyes lock and his eyebrows shoot up. His one free hand flies up to run to grab his hair. After a second of hesitation he runs his hand through his hair instead.

"It's n-nothing!" Tweek looks desperate for me not to bother him about it so I decide not to push it. It's bugging me, wanting to know why he was yelling at whoever is in his house.

Tweek clumsily climbs into the car and shuts his door. He starts buckling up with shaky hands. After his fourth failed attempt to properly insert the buckle into the lock I reach out and do it for him.

"T-Thanks." He smiles at me shyly and it's fascinating how his stupid green eyes light up.

"You okay man?" Token asks as he starts to drive to Kenny's

"Oh, Jesus! Y-Yeah. I'm f-fine. Just nervous, y-ya know?"

"You'll be fine." I tell Tweek without even thinking about it. Reassuring him is something I always did in elementary school and it's been so long but the habit is still there. "Are we pregaming before we get to the trap house?"

"Pre-gaming?" Tweek nervously asks.

"Drinking before you go party just to drink some more." Token explains with a soft laugh. "And yeah Craig. Clyde has the bottle."

"What the fuck Clyde. Share you greedy little bleached asshole."

"Maybe if you didn't call me a bleached asshole I would share!" Clyde sounded really offended. I glance over at Tweek and he looks a little overwhelmed. Our eyes meet and I smile slightly to show him that everything's fine. It'll probably take a while for Tweek to get used to me fighting with everyone.

"Let's fight for it. I'll beat you up." I deadpan. Clyde's eyes narrow.

"Bring it on!" I dive forward to grab Clyde. Tweek squeaks in surprise and Token shouts at us to stop. Token reaches out and pushes me back into the backseat.

"Children! Behave yourself! If you keep this up neither of you are getting anything. Now Clyde share with dickwad."

"Why the fuck am I dickwad?" I ask Mama Token as Clyde begrudgingly hands over a plastic water bottle filled with unsuspicious vodka. It was something we started doing as freshman in highschool. We'd steal liquor from our parents and dump little by little bit in water bottles so it'd look like normal water. We had thought we were so fucking clever at the time too. Now we just dump our vodka into water bottles so we can carry it around in public with no worries.

"Because you are one!" Clyde exclaims angrily. I flip him off.

I unscrew the lid to the bottle and the harsh smell of alcohol fills the car. Tweek visibly winces from beside me. "Want some?" I ask the blonde. He frowns and bites his lip.

"I-I don't know Craig…"

"It'll be okay dude. I mean you're only a teenager once, ya gotta live a little."

"Drinking is fun!" Clyde chirps.

"Drinking responsibly is fun." Token corrects. Clyde rolls his eyes and we all know he's only half serious. Token might be a pretty responsible kid who's got his shit together but he still knows how to have fun, which is something I appreciate. No one likes stiffs.

"Gah- B-But doesn't it like k-kill brain cells and stuff?"

"I think that's a myth." Clyde points out with an airy smile. Shit head has probably been drinking already and I'm pretty sure drinking does kill brain cells. But really, who gives a fuck? Tweek looks unsure and scared though.

"Besides, Clyde doesn't have any brain cells to kill." I point out. Clyde gasps and starts whining.

"Craig for fucks sake, be nice." I flip off my dark skinned friend who rolls his eyes. We arrive at Kenny's house and face is waiting outside.

"Cmon Tweek just have a sip. You'll be okay." I insist. Tweek opens his mouth to say something but is interrupted when his car door opens.

"Tweek! You ready to party, man? Hey scoot your scrawny ass over." Kenny has his hands on Tweek and is pushing him over. The petite boy is instantly pressed into my side and I have to try my hardest not to gasp at the sudden contact. Tweek on the other hand does sharply inhale and glances up at me shyly. Kenny slams his door shut and we're making our way to North Park.

"Hey Kenny." Token greets with a raised hand. Kenny nodded at him with a smile.

"Do I smell vodka?" Kenny asks eagerly. His eyes lock onto the still open water bottle in my hand. "Hell yeah!" Before I can stop him jackass is pulling the water bottle from my hand and is dumping a swallow down his throat. "Mmm, smirnoff right?"

"Your life must be pathetic if you can know the brand of alcohol just by a taste." I spit out angrily. I jerk the water bottle back and take a large swallow. The sharp burn in my throat and stomach is welcome.

"You jealous Tucker?" I flip Kenny off.

"Tweek are you going to have some? You should have some! Please Tweeeeek." Clyde begs from the front seat.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do Tweek." Token interjects. Tweek makes a quiet whimpering noise from next to me. I glance over at him and he's gnawing on his thumb with pouty lips.

"Oh no, Tweek is so going to drink. We'll have so much fun man. Come on." Kenny took the water bottle back away from me and forced it into Tweek's grip.

"K-Ken!" Tweek gasps. He turned his pleading gaze to me. He was wearing that dumb puppy face again which is still ridiculously cute.

"You'll be fine." Tweek whimpers again and he slowly lifts the bottle. His lips brush against the rim hesitantly. After a moment of hesitation he tips it back and takes a mouthful.

As soon as he tastes the foul liquid his eyes widen and he looks like he's about to spit it all out. Impressively he instead winces and swallows.

"T-Thanks awful!" He exclaims horrified. Kenny and Clyde laugh hysterically and Token smiles. I take the bottle back from Tweek and take a sip.

"It gets better the more you have."

"I don't w-want more!" Tweek gasps.

"Oh, fuck, Tweek you kill me." Kenny is laughing so hard I hardly even understood him.

By the time we get to the trap house cars line the street. Its nearly ten thirty and I can tell this party is going to be crazy already. We all clambered out of the car. Clyde is already tipsy as fuck and tripping all over himself. He's ditched his jacket claiming it's to hot. I really hope he stays fully clothed today. Fuck.

Kenny is talking Tweek's ear off and the twitchy teen is gripping my sleeve with an iron fist. Just by his hold on my sleeve I can feel how badly he's shaking. The house is a nearly a block down the road and we can already hear music and drunk teenagers.

"When did they start throwing parties at the trap house again?" Token asked Kenny as we grew nearer and nearer. There are groups of people crossing the street and entering the gray house.

"This is the first party since the bust all those months ago. This is gonna be a real major rager man, so pumped!" Kenny fist pumps into the air and his backpack bounces as he moves.

Tweek groans and his free hand is in his hair. We made him leave his empty coffee mug in the car and I'm pretty sure he's still pouting over it.

As we walk up the sidewalk to the house masses of people are both entering and leaving. I can barely hear what Clyde is saying over the sound of music and people. There are bright flashing lights that are annoying as fuck.

Tweek gets about five hundred percent closer so that our sides are flush together. The trap house is exactly how I remember it being nearly six months ago. As soon as you walk in what's supposed to be a dining room is now actually a room designated to Beer Pong.

Clyde pulls Token to one side of the table so they can wait for their own turn. Kenny is making his way past the dining room and into the living room. Tweek is getting even closer, however the hell that's possible, and I don't blame him. The room is impossibly crowded. I smell weed, B.O., alcohol and fifty different shitty colognes all at once. Some people are dancing, if dry humping could really be called dancing, and others are just standing around and talking.

There's a stripper pole in the middle of the room, which is new. Some slutty redhead is down to her bra as she swings around it. Tweek's eyes practically bulge when he sees it. He gives me a horrified look that makes me laugh.

People are constantly stopping Kenny and talking to him. Eventually though we make it across the large room and to the back door.

The backyard is huge. There's a long concrete back patio where all the local stoners hang out. You can still hear the music out here but it's not as loud. There are Christmas lights strung up so we can see. Tweek and I pause outside as Kenny disappears again.

"J-Jesus man! What are we s-supposed to do now?"

"Get drunk. Here drink half of this, it's almost empty." I hand Tweek the water bottle. Sixteen ounces of vodka for five guys really isn't much. That's pretty much three shots each. I'm not even feeling buzzed. Tweek hands me back the bottle and I drink what little is left.

Kenny reappears with three beers. He hands us each one. Following him is Bebe and Wendy. Tweek gasps when he sees them and the girls look happy to see him.

"Tweek, babe! You're here!" Bebe pulls Tweek away from me to give him a tight hug.

"Bebe, why are you h-here?"

"Oh Tweek, everyone's here tonight." Wendy explained with a smile. She seems kind of flirty…

"O-Oh man." Tweek's hands are heading towards his hair but I pull them away without thinking.

"You girls just want the D, right?" He winks as Bebe rolls her eyes and Wendy scoffs. "Sorry, I meant E. Silly me. Letters are just so close together, huh?" Kenny winks as he starts unzipping his backpack. Wendy nods and I sigh. I don't understand how Tweek puts up with Kenny selling shit all the time. Its fucking annoying.

"W-Whats that?" Tweek hesitantly asks. Bebe smiled at the blonde and ruffled his hair.

"Don't worry about it! Now I'll see you in a little bit ok? We need to go find Kelly." Bebe takes the small bag from Kenny and then the girls head inside.

"McCormick, please tell me you have some hard alcohol." I just finished my can of beer and I toss into the conveniently located garbage behind me.

"No but I know someone who does." Kenny turns and scampers off. Teenagers are selfish bastards when it comes to their alcohol. It's a harsh cruel world of bringing your own alcohol or trying to find some poor sucker to give you some.

Tweek is looking around the backyard with a light gaze. I swear he's swaying slightly. He drowns the rest of the beer and throws it away.

"You okay Tweek?"

"I-Is that Kevin Stoley o-over there?" I glance over and sure enough there stood Kevin. He's with a group of those sci-fi kids. They're passing around a pipe while pointing at the stars. Fucking nerds.

"Yeah, the sci-fi kids are a bunch of fucking stoners. Clyde dragged me to one of their Star Wars marathons once and they fucking hot boxed the room while they were watching the entire fucking series. It was torture."

"Clyde is friends w-with everyone, isn't he?" Tweek is smiling and staring off at nothing still.

"Yeah."

"He's just nice to e-everyone." I'm getting concerned that Tweek might be super freaking buzzed. I mean he is a tiny little fuck and this is his first time drinking...

"Hey Tweek-" I'm interrupted by the back door flying open. One very drunk Stan Marsh makes his entrance followed by one annoying ass Eric Cartman.

Stan Marsh is the fucking bane of my existence.

As soon as he sees me he half falls through the doorway and points at me. "Hey! Tucker! I believe we have some unfinished business!" Marsh exclaims.

"You're right, so?" I'm not really in the mood to fight this drunk ass loser but he's right. Last time I saw him punches were about to be flying when the cops had shown up.

"C-Craig?" Tweek whimpers. He's gripping my sleeve again. I sigh.

"I'll be right back, give me a second." I storm across the patio and shove Marsh inside. The door swings shut behind us and Cartman is hot on our trail. He has his phone out and he's probably filming us and putting it on his shitty Snapchat story.

I can't even remember when this became a thing. Stan constantly gets drunk to the point he's a very angry person and I'm just always an angry person. We've always hated each other but it had to be sometime in middle school before we actually started getting into fights. Now whenever Stan is drunk and we run into each other we have to fight. Its pretty much an unspoken rule.

I don't think Tweek would want to see me fight.

I have no idea what our unfinished business is. I think I might have called him or Kyle a fag or something. I really don't know. These days we don't need a reason to fight. It's almost as if we have this weird fucked up friendship over beating the shit out of each other. I really don't fucking know and I really don't fucking care.

"Let's just hurry up and get this over with Marsh." This entire scenario has occurred enough that the usual party crowd isn't surprised or alarmed. Besides, fights at parties are a regular occurrence.

"Don't be such an asshole Tucker." The music has been turned down and a giant space has been cleared as party goers all turn their drunk attention on us.

I'm not drunk enough for this shit.

"Hurry up and punch Craig," my name sounds like a whine, "Stan. Cmon Stan," another whine, "punch the fag." Cartman is such a fucking annoyance. There's no other human being on the planet earth I want to kill more than I want to kill Eric fucking Cartman.

"Fucking shut up Cartman." As soon as the words leave Stan he's dashing forward with his fist raised.

The next several minutes are exactly like every other chunk of time we call a fight. He punches me, I punch him. Maybe we end up on the ground. Maybe one of us has a bloody nose or a black eye. Maybe we're shouting obscenities. People are probably cheering and shouting. And then it all ends with someone intervening.

We've never finished a fight.

Maybe that's why they always happen. Fighting is just as normal as brushing my teeth every morning. We just want to see who will actually in the end I guess. Today it's Kyle who breaks the fight. Stan looks like he's starting to get a black eye and the corner of my lower lip is swollen and bleeding slightly.

"God you guys are fucking pathetic." Kyle is angrily spitting out as he drags Stan away. Even though Stan is dating Wendy I'm about sixty percent sure he has a boner for his nerdy ginger friend. Eric is shouting some bullshit and the party is merging back into party mood.

Same old, same old.

Except tonight there's a nervous blonde waiting for me outside and I can't wait to get back to him.

I stop by the kitchen first to take two beers out of the fridge. I press one against my throbbing lip and then make my way back outside.

I expected to see Tweek standing exactly where I left him but instead he's nowhere to be seen outside. Did he leave? I don't even see Kenny. But Kevin Stoley and his lame as fuck friends are still standing out in the yard smoking weed. My chest is pounding with nerves. I knew I shouldn't have left Tweek alone.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"Kevin." Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"Oh, hey Craig." They all turn to stare up at me. Fuck.

Fuck. "Have you seen where Tweek has gone?" Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. "He was standing out here a little while ago."

"I think he and Kenny went inside." Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

I don't say anything back to Kevin and turn around and head inside. The trap house really isn't that big. It can't be that hard to find him in a house with like 4 rooms and next to no furniture.

I open one of the beers and chug it in one go. The carbonation makes me feel sick. That or I'm actually that anxious to find Tweek. I throw the empty can onto the floor without a care. There's too many sweaty teens in the living room. There's no way he'd be in here. It'd be too much pressure for him or whatever.

I check the kitchen - nothing. The bedroom had no one but two horny teens about twenty seconds from having sex. I don't even give a fuck that I walked in on that nasty ass shit. The dining room doesn't have Kenny or Tweek but Token and Clyde are playing beer pong against Heidi Turner and my own cousin Red.

Token and Red have been having this on and off fling since freshman year and they're practically having eye sex. Ew. I make my way around the cheep table and yank on both of the boys' shirts. Clyde who was throwing the tiny white ball shouts in annoyance as he horribly misses.

"What the fuck Craig." Token's obviously just angry that I interrupted him undressing my cousin with his eyes.

"Where's Tweek?" Clyde asks. He has to shout to be heard over the annoying overplayed LMFAO music.

"That's what I'm trying to find out. Stan was being an ass so I told Tweek to wait outside. 'Can't find him." Both boys' mouths round into a little 'o'.

"Try the basement?"

"Yeah, whatever."

I pass by Red and flip her off. "Stop leading on my friend I'm fucking tired of hearing about you." Red rolls her eyes and flips me off. I head straight to the basement as I start downing the beer I had grabbed for Tweek. After three shots and three beers I was starting to feel a slight buzz but that's it. Moments like these make me feel like I drink too much.

The basement of the trap house is super fucking ghetto. It was as if the entire area had started being renovated just to stop five minutes in. You walk into a huge ass space where the carpet has been torn out so it's shitty ass concrete. There's two shitty couches that are occupied by stoners who are passing a bong and pipe.

In one corner there's a cheap table where you've got your local coke addicts who patiently wait for their turn to snort up. In another corner a bunch of North Park kids sit in a circle playing spin the bottle. Neither Kenny or Tweek arein this area.

I move past this area and onto the hallway where there are three rooms and a bathroom. The bathroom is only occupied by some girl puking. The next room is a couple making out. The following room is full of giggling. I decide to skip that room and check the last room. The last room is just a bunch of people sitting around drinking beer.

That leaves the room full of giggling girls. There's no way though. I open the door to a group of 9 people and one of them is indeed Tweek Tweak.

It's been like twenty minutes since we've separated and Tweek looks fucked up. He's crammed in between Bebe and Kenny and both blondes are holding him in place as rocks back and forth as he laughs hysterically. Everyone in the room is laughing. Wendy is next to Bebe, grasping her friend as she tries to talk to Tweek who won't stop laughing.

I have no fucking idea what's going on but it can not be good. Kelly is sitting on the other side of Kenny and then there are four other North Park kids I don't know. The door I opened gets slammed into the wall, bringing everyone's attention on me. As Tweek's eyes meet mine I'm startled to see how blown up his pupils are. The black center is so wide I can barely see the shining green.

Tweek looks excited to see me. Kenny smirks at me and everyone else just doesn't care. The north park kids are talking to Kelly and Bebe and Wendy are both still laughing. Tweek jumps up, effectively pulling himself away from the two blondes that had been holding him still. In a blink of an eye Tweek has closed the distance between us and has thrown his arms around my waist. I'm too frozen and confused to do anything.

"Craig! Oh Craig, hellooooo!" Tweek is still just laughing. He's laughing so hard there are tears in his eyes. "Craig where did you go? I missed you! I wanted to party with youuu." I push Tweek away from me but he grabs onto the front of my jacket, refusing to put very much distance between us.

I reach out and grab Tweek's chin. I angle his face up at me and I bend down so I can see into Tweek's eyes. His pupils are fucking gigantic. What the fuck is he on? I wasn't even gone for that long…

"Kenny I'm going to fucking kill you." My voice is a growl that makes the North Park kids look up at me nervously.

"Relax Tucker, Tweek is enjoying himself." Kenny insists. Tweek tugs on my jacket and his torso bumps against my own.

"Yes I'm having fun. Craig have fun. I just want to laugh." Tweek justifies this with a little giggle.

"Did you give him fucking ecstasy?"

"Yes Craig, just a little Molly. Nothing that will hurt him. He's fine." I push Tweek away from me and grab the front of Kenny's sweatshirt. Kenny doesn't look worried, surprised or anything. He just stares up at me with that stupid smirk of his. I pull back my fist and punch him clean across the cheek.

The girls scream and Tweek is tugging on my jacket whimpering. "I fucking hate you." I tell Kenny as I throw him backwards. He just continues to smile at me even though I know his face must be throbbing. '

"Love you too Craig!" I flip off Kenny and grab Tweek's wrist.

I can barely hear Tweek trying to say something to me as I pull him across the basement and upstairs. I don't stop dragging him until we're outside in the very back corner of the yard where trees shadow us and hide us from the outside world.

There's a shitty makeshift bench someone must have created. It's made with two buckets and a piece of plywood but it's good enough. I sit down and jerk Tweek down next to me but he's instantly back on his feet and bouncing around.

"Craig why did you punch Kenny? Craig, it's not nice to hit people." Tweek is bouncing on the balls of his feet from side to side. His fingers are twisting together and his eyes are moving to the trees around us, then to me and then back to the trees.

"Why did you let him fucking give you Molly Tweek." I demand. I'm livid. It's one thing if Tweek is drinking or smoking weed. Those are okay. But this is some other fucking drug we're talking about. You never know what shit it's laced with. Or maybe you'll be allergic. What if ecstasy has bad side effects with Tweek's medication and he fucking died or something? For god's sake Molly is like derivative of meth or something. FUCK.

"He called it a happy pill. I want to be happy. And he's right. I'm happy. I just want to laugh. Why don't you laugh Craig? Do you need a happy pill?" Tweek is moving forward and his hands are reaching out to caress my face. The feeling of his two small hands pressing against my cheeks send a shiver down my spine.

I push him away.

"Tweek you can't use drugs to make you happy."

"Isn't that why you smoke weed all the time?" Tweek's head is tilted to the side as he stares at me with those stupid blown up pupils. My heart is pounding and never before have I thought I would miss the sight of those stupid green eyes so much.

"W-What?" I didn't mean to stutter but I'm speechless. For the first time I realize that Tweek hasn't stuttered once. He seems to have endless energy and won't stop fidgeting but this is the most 'normal' I think I've ever seen him.

"It's okay. I smoke weed because it makes me happy too. That's why I like drugs. I think I like alcohol too but I really like this happy pill. Kenny made me snort it though. My nose is kind of stuffy now. It's itchy. Wait. I think I need to sneeze." I watch dumbfounded as Tweek spins on his heels as he shakes his head.

Suddenly he stops and sure enough he sneezes. The sneeze is pretty much a squeak and it's cute. God fucking damnit all.

"Tweek," I call out because I really don't know what to say. Tweek's eyes meet mine and his hands are back on my cheeks.

"I just want to laugh and dance and talk to people. I've never felt like this before. Is this what people normally feel? Is this what it's like to be normal and happy? I think I want to be normal and happy. I think you want to feel normal and happy too." Tweek's eyes have stopped darting around and have remained locked on my own.

"Tweek."

"I know drugs are bad but is it really that bad if I just want to feel like this?"

"Tweek."

"Sometimes I almost feel like this when I'm around you. Like when we smoked at the shop with you me and Ken. Or when we were at Token's. They make me smile. You make me smile. I like smiling."

"Tweek." I try saying his name more sharply but he won't stop talking. He just keep staring into my eyes as his hands remained locked onto the sides of my face. His thumbs randomly jerk slightly to rub my skin.

"It makes me smile when I see you smile. I don't think you smile enough. But neither do I. I missed being friends with you. You're really cool. We should be friends again. Can we be friends again? We should stay friends too. Because it's cool being friends. You're cool."

I swallow thickly. "Tweek."

"Okay?" I'm surprised he actually pauses long enough to let me nod. "Okay. Cool. We're friends again. That makes me happy. Does it make you happy? I think it makes you happy."

"Tweek."

"I think I want to kiss you."

"T-Tweek."

Tweek stays true to his words and my head's a mess of white noise as soft moist flesh press against my lips. My body reacts without my mind's approval, not that it needs my approval. This is something my confused head wants just as badly as my body does.

My hands are around that small waist pulling him closer and my eyes are drifting close to savor this warmth and perfection. Kissing really isn't anything special. It's this weird looking part on your face being pressed against another person's weird face part. But there's something about it. There's something about the closeness and intimacy that makes it special.

There's something about Tweek.

This isn't the first time I've kissed someone. I've kissed plenty of boys and girls. None of it has been anything exciting. It's just lips touching. This on the other hand is completely different. Never before has there been a lump stuck in my throat or what feels like a tornado in my stomach. I feel like a stupid girly fluttery mess. My chest is pounding so hard I can hear it my ears and feel it through my entire core.

It's just skin touching another's. That's it. But it's also so much fucking more.

Tweek is starting to pull away but I reach out and grab the front of his shirt and yank him back down. Our noses brush together and our eyes are locked on each other's. I feel his breath on my own lips. I can hear him quietly gasping for air.

"Don't even fucking think about it you shit head."

Tweek giggles and his head moves forward to close the distance between us for a second time. And fuck is this time different. This time his lips part and our tongues are fighting for dominance. Our breaths come out in gasps and I win this short lived battle.

I taste alcohol on his tongue and it's kind of wet and messy but I don't even care.

I'm kissing Tweek and Tweek is kissing me. Life sucks ass, he's on molly and I'm not fucking drunk enough but that's okay. I'm kissing Tweek and right now that's all that matters.

AN: What do you think? This chapter was sooo important. I worked so hard to get it as close to how I wanted it as possible, oh boyy. Finally after ninety pages the boys kiss ;A; So happy~ Now the real games can begin ;) xxLanie