AN: Look, another update! Already! Consider this a little treat~ After this updates will be back to every 5-10 days. (Probably—)

It's as if as soon as I've tasted this new sinful creature I never wanted to let it go again. I'm pretty sure Tweek feels the same way, so, I guess it works.

I can feel his fingers weaving their way through my short locks and his nails lightly scratching against my scalp. By now Tweek has been pulled into my lap and his scrawny legs are straddling me.

I'm not sure how much time has passed but I do know it's been quite a while. I also know I don't give a fuck. I just don't want to let this kid go. Not now that I've had a taste.

Tweek is pulling his lips away from mine for probably the sixth time now. "Craig we should probably go inside." His pupils are still gigantic and are locked onto me. I just want to see those damn green eyes.

Tweek's tongue flicks over his lips, wetting what is already moist and tempting. "Probably," I shrug but dive forward to press my lips against his once again. This whole kissing thing is getting pretty damn addictive.

Tweek lets out a slight moan but pushes my shoulders back. He giggles slightly.

"I want to go have fun before this happy pill stops making me happy." Even as he says this his face is drifting back towards mine. His lips are pressed against mine briefly. When he pulls them away I expect him to insist it's time to go once again. Instead he peppers light kisses along my jawline until he reaches my ear. "We can do this anytime, especially later." The promise makes me swallow thickly. "On the other hand I won't have the confidence to talk to people later."

I sigh. I don't want this to stop. I don't really have a choice but to give in though. What if this doesn't actually happen again? I decide that I'm making sure Tweek ends up at my place tonight.

"Fine, c'mon." I carefully slide Tweek off my lap and as soon as he's safely on his own two feet I stand up.

I look around for my hat and find it on the ground several feet away. I bend down to retrieve it. When I stand back up Tweek reaches out and grabs the front of my jacket. He's staring up at me with a look of mild astonishment.

"You're really tall this close up." He raises his arm and tries to see if he can reach as high as I stand. "How tall are you?"

"I don't know; six foot something I guess." Tweek gapes at me and shakes his head.

"No fair!"

"You know, I recall telling you when we were kids to stop drinking so much coffee or else you'll end up being less than five feet tall."

"I am not less than five feet tall." Tweek shoots me a glare but quickly laughs instead. He's still a giggly mess but I guess ecstasy does that to some people.

Tweek grabs my hand and starts pulling me through the yard and back towards the house.

I wonder how things are going to change. Is Tweek a high mess who will regret this all in the morning? Fuck I don't regret this. I don't even know what this is turning into. Tweek isn't someone you really have a brief fling with. Tweek is different. I don't know what this different is but I think I really fucking like it.

Once we reach a point where people can see us I pull my hand away from Tweek's. The blonde shoots me a glare and takes a hold of my sleeve. He gives the fabric a sharp tug as if to scold me.

"I think you need to get drunk." He informs me very knowingly.

"I think you're right." Tweek pulls me into the house and easily leads the way past the crowds of people. Its impressive how easy going Tweek is right now. He's at such an ease. All thanks to the little 'ol 'happy pill'. It's probably thanks to the molly he kissed me at all. Fuck.

In the kitchen Tweek greets a north park kid. Tweek refuses to let go of my sleeve as he talks to this kid. They stand way too close together so Tweek can talk to him over the sound of the music. I can't help but notice that their chests are brushing together as Tweek stands on his tippy-toes to reach this guy's ear. Fuck.

Finally Tweek turns back to me with his stupid drug induced smile. "This is Dylan! He's a CU Denver student. He has tequila." How the hell does Tweek even know this guy? Maybe a customer of Kenny's?

"Fuck no." Tequila is infamous for fucking people up.

"Craig, please!" Tweek looks desperate and this Dylan guy is staring at me expectantly. His left hand holds a half gallon of tequila I had previously failed to notice.

Well I guess I did just want to get fucked up…

"Fine," I think I gave in way too easily when Tweek asks me of something.

His grin just widens. Cheap plastic shot glasses are being set down on the counter and suddenly there's a few other North Park kids standing around us.

"I'm Dylan!" Tweek's CU friend introduces as he pours the shots.

"Um, I'm Craig."

"I know who you are." This Dylan guy answers with a grin. "I see you around; you're always off getting into fights with that Stan kid." Well fuck. Guess I'm gaining a reputation?

Tweek wiggles his way next to me so that we're both leaning against the counter. Dylan is handing out shots to this new circle of people that seems to multiply by the second. I take the small glass held out to me eagerly. Tweek is given one and I nearly confiscate it from him but he looks absolutely fucking pleased as punch. So I decide I'll just keep a close eye on him and let him be.

A new blasting techno song starts blaring over the sound system that makes Tweek laugh and shake his shoulders playfully. I can't help but smile as everyone brings their shot glasses in to tap together before in unison we're dumping liquid fire down our throats.

Another round of shots is already being poured.

The next ten minutes whir together as several more rounds are consumed. Tweek stopped after his second one and he's leaning heavily against me as he laughs. The world around me warps in and out of reality like funhouse mirrors.

This is actually pretty fucking fun.

One of the North Park kids, Jem, is rapping about cheese pizza to the beat of the music. He's really fucking good and I'm impressed. It was during this rap that Tweek is suddenly pulled away from me and into the arms of a mass of curly blonde hair.

"Bebe!" Tweek is giggling and laughing… still. He looks ecstatic to see his female friend. I wonder how that friendship ever even started. Did Bebe work at Tweak Bros. or something?

They took 'err jobs… I took 'err job… I took her job? No, I took Kenny's job. Kenny took her job. He took 'err job.

Fuck. I think I'm drunk.

"Tweek! You were gone for soo long. Where did you go? Wow you look drunk." Bebe is slurring and swaying slightly. I think she's drunk too.

"Bebe, hi Bebe. Hello. I am drunk. I think I'm drunk. I'm drunk, right Craig?" Tweek glances up at me. I nod. Are we all drunk here?

"Wow Craig, you look drunk too." I flip off Bebe.

The North Park kids trail out as annoyingly familiar South Park kids enter. I already miss the easy going NP kids who leave me be as they rap about pizza… That was chill.

A certain drug dealer with a shitty ass gray backpack enters. Kenny grins at me and winks as he tips back a beer. Token trails in next as he grins at me. Last is Clyde who instantly launches himself at me. Clyde's button up short sleeve is half unbuttoned.

Ugh.

"Craig! Hey buddddyyyy." Clyde shoves his arm over my shoulders. I shove his arm off of my shoulders.

"Fuck you." Clyde makes a whining noise and tugs at my arm. Tweek sends me a look with a mischievous smile that makes me want to pin him to the wall and shove my tongue down his throat.

"No Craig, no fucking heeeere."

"Shut your disgusting face now."

"No Craig I-" Clyde trails off as he looks off into the distance. "CRAIG I WANT YOU TO DANCE ON THE STRIPPER POLE FOR ME." Fuck no. Shit. God damn piece of shit pole. Clyde is shouting now too which means everyone had to have heard him.

"Go fucking rot in a corner and die you bleached asshole."

"Craig, you hurrrrt me." Clyde turns and scampers his way to Token. Token playfully wraps his arms around Clyde's shoulders and pats his back gently.

"Don't worry Clyde, your Black Knight is here." Clyde shoots me a glare and I groan. This whole 'black knight' thing has been going on ever since freshman year when Token was Batman for Halloween. Because Token is rich he had a fucking fantastic costume and everyone called him the Dark Knight. Pretty soon it turned into the Black Night and it's been a never ending thing since.

"Yes Craig, dance on the stripper pole." Kenny pushes his way past Token and Clyde so that he's standing in front of me. He grabs my arms and I shove him away. His cheek looks like it's bruising from where I punched him earlier.

"You go die, you go die, and you go fucking die Token. I see you laughing." I'm not amused.

"It's a fun idea." Token points out with a shrug.

"Yeah, Craig, it's a fun idea!" Tweek mimics with that stupid sly smile. Clyde shoots Tweek a shocked look.

"TWEEK I DIDN'T EVEN SEE YOU HIDING OVER THERE BEHIND BEBE YOU'RE SO SMALL."

"Ah! I am not!"

"HI BABE." Clyde seems to forget about the stripper pole as he runs over to Bebe. He pecks her on the cheek as she waves at him. Then he moves on to Tweek and grabs him. He pulls the blonde into a tight hug. When Clyde releases Tweek, the smaller of the two is blushing slightly. Token seems to notice Tweek's eyes and looks concerned.

"Hey Tweek, are you okay buddy?"

"I'm fantastic Token! Me and Craig are going to be friends again." Tweek smiles at me once again. I'm kind of surprised Tweek is so focused on the fact we're friends again to the point he mentions it.

"Whoa, Tweek your pupils are hugeee. That's so cool. Hey Tweek maybe you should dance on the stripper pole!" Tweek 'eeps' at Clyde's suggestion. He glances at me horrified.

"Yeah Tweek, you go." I insist. I'm really half joking but the idea of Tweek on a stripper pole is kind of… well awesome. Token is staring at me like he doesn't even know me.

"A-Ah! I-It's busy!" Tweek squeaks. His stutter is a surprise and must show how nervous he is. We all glance over but the pole isn't actually occupied and the living room is actually kind of cleared out. I glance at the clock and it's nearly one am. Knowing the usual party crowd, the next bunch of party goers will probably show up within the next hour. For now it'd be nice and slow…

"Let's go Tweek!" Clyde is grabbing Tweek and dragging him off to that freaking shining spinning pole. Bebe and Kenny follow them. I turn to leave too but Token grabs me.

"Craig." Token is holding me in place by a grip on my arm. I bite the inside of my cheek but I hardly feel it. I'm definitely kind of drunk? Cool.

"What."

"Is Tweek ok? What's he on?"

"It's nothing."

"Craig." Token sounds annoyed. I don't think Token has drunk enough. He sounds way too serious. "Is he on shrooms?" I shake my head. "Ecstasy?" I sigh. Token won't stop staring at me. I know this conversation isn't going to end until he has his answers.

"Yep." The p is popped and Token practically growls.

"What the fuck Craig."

"Get pissed at McCormick, not me. I didn't give it to him, that was all Kenny. I already punched the asshole for it too." Token exhales slowly but finally lets me leave the room. I have a feeling I'll be hearing this conversation again.

In the living room I stop dead in my tracks to laugh.

Tweek has his arms and legs wrapped tightly around the pole as he hugs it for dear life. His eyes are squeezed shut and he's laughing really fucking hard as Clyde pushes Tweek around and around.

Clyde stops Tweek to grab a hold of Tweek's side to run around the pole as he spins it. Those dorks look fucking ridiculous. Bebe is doubled over and laughing at her friend and boyfriend.

I have no idea where Kenny went.

My brief question is answered when one annoying drug dealer puts a hand on my shoulder. He's leaning forward slightly to speak in my ear. I can smell alcohol on his breath but I know I reek too.

"You've had enough to drink Craig?"

"I'm still pissed at you."

"Calm down, calm down." Kenny let's go of my shoulder. He walks around me so that we're facing each other. "I was just wondering how getting all kissy kissy with Tweek was."

"What?"

"Well? How was it?"

"What?"

"Oh come on Craig, use your big kid words. I know you can big guy."

"What?"

"Just a good or bad will suffice I suppose."

"What the fuck! It's none of your goddamn business!" Kenny's face swiveled around to look at me with a wide grin. Shit.

"So you did kiss! Ha! Called it!" Kenny looked so proud of himself. Fucking damnit all. God I just want to punch him. Instead I flip off the ass hat and decide to pull Tweek off the pole.

When Tweek sees me heading towards him he saves me some effort by hopping off the pole himself. Bebe then decides she'll teach her boyfriend how to spin on the pole now that Tweek is done.

Tweek runs up to me and grabs the front of my jacket. "Did you see me? I kind of felt like I was going to fly off and die but it was also fun!"

"Yeah, I saw you."

"Maybe you should try? Do you wanna fly?"

"Hell no."

"SOMEONE TURN ON SOME LADY GAGA. SHIT IS 'BOUT TO GO DOWN!" Clyde abruptly screams as he effectively wraps one leg around the pole and uses one hand to hold him in place as he kicks his other leg out and leans backwards. Bebe spins the pole around for him and I'm actually impressed Clyde has mastered that move in the whole thirty seconds he's been on it.

The song poker face turns on and I'm seriously not amused. But Clyde loves it, of course. He's embarrassingly pulled off his shirt and is swinging it around in his free hand. The dance floor that had been cleared out is starting to fill up again. Token and Red have found each other and our dancing close together off to the side. Kenny is already grinding with some random girl. Clyde refuses to leave his pole and Wendy and Bebe are dancing together playfully.

Tweek and I are surrounded by people now and everything going on around us is just some weird nightmare.

Tweek thinks everything is so funny. But he's also drunk. I'm drunk too. I think. I think I always question things when I'm drunk. I usually just flip people off and argue with people when I'm drunk. But I'm also not sure because I think I get forgetful when I'm drunk.

Tweek is tugging on my jacket and when I glance down he's singing along with the song. Hot damn. I never thought I'd see Tweek sway his hips as he sings Lady Gaga. I also never thought I'd talk to Tweek again. Or be friends with him again. Or kiss him. But-

I want to kiss him.

So I do.

There's a lot of fucking people around us but I also don't give a fuck. I never give a fuck. So I bend down, grab the distracting fuck by the collar of his shirt, and press my lips against his.

A slight part of me was worried he'd get scared or embarrassed to kiss me in public but he doesn't pull away. Instead he just presses closer.

At about one thirty am we're forced into playing a really shitty game of limbo.

By two am it's never have I ever with a shot of beer to make it a drinking game.

By two thirty am we're playing truth or dare. Everyone thinks it's the greatest thing ever that Tweek and I are doing this whole kissing thing. We get dared to do some kind of intimate thing four times before we quit.

By three am Clyde is in his boxers and is back on the pole. Everyone is cheering and throwing crumpled dollar bills, receipts and other pocket-junk at him.

By three thirty am there's a chunk of time where I'm black out drunk and I remember nothing.

By four am we're running from the cops.

I really wish I could remember that damn half hour. One minute we're in the backyard and the next a swarm of people is attempting to jump the way-to-tall fence. I try to help Tweek jump the fence but I end up mostly just throwing him over. He falls onto the ground in a crumpled heap with a scream. I feel bad but even more importantly we need to get our asses moving.

I guess it's not surprising the party got busted, it happens a lot. Especially at the trap house.

Once I launch myself over the fence I grab Tweek's hand and we're bolting down the street. The nice thing about the trap house is that it's actually only about a half hour walk away from my house. If you cut straight through the forested area around Stark's pond you end up in South Park and by my house. It's a long drive around but a bearable walk.

Tweek's pupils have shrunk back to normal and I can feel his hand shaking in my grip.

"O-Oh god, Craig! Are they going to catch us?" Tweek is still slurring so I know he's still kind of drunk but so am I.

"Nah. We're fine. This happens a lot."

"Oh, o-okay." We've made it to the end of the dark road and the dead end is the start of the forest. Tweek edges closer to me as we start down into the darkness. "I think I-I want some coffee."

"I don't think you need any coffee."

"I have to work in t-the morning! I think I need coffee."

"You don't work in the morning idiot. Your parents are home."

"O-Oh. I forgot."

We fall quiet. All that can be heard around us are branches crunching beneath our feet and gentle puffs of air as we breathe. The moon is full and high above us, making it pretty easy to see ahead. Unfortunately since the moon is so bright it's kind of hard to see the stars. I can only spot a few.

"C-Craig?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you still like stars, and s-space, and stuff?" Nice timing Tweek...

"Yep."

"I like that you always pop your p's. It makes me laugh."

"Ruby hates it." Tweek giggles and it's kind of endearing that he likes the one thing that drives Ruby absolutely insane.

"It's cool you still like space. I remember when we were little you said you were going to be Spaceman Craig." I don't know what to say because I'm kind of touched he remembered that. It's been ages since I've even thought of my childhood dream of visiting space. "And I still like coffee." I like listening to Tweek talk. He used to ramble all the time when we were kids too.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. So we're still a lot like when we're kids. Now we're just bigger. But friends again."

"Friends…"

We grow silent and the walk is peaceful. Eventually we hit Starks pond and Tweek tugs me to the water. The water is calm and still. I can see the shining light of the moon and the brightest stars reflected into the water. It's a major contrast to the raging party we had just been at.

Tweek doesn't stop walking until we're standing at the very edge of the water. The shadow of us hand in hand is seen on the water. Tweek edges even closer to me so that our sides are pressed together.

"Are we friends?" Tweek asks quietly. I glance down at him but he's nervously staring at the ground as he chews on his lip.

"Is that what you want?" Tweek continues to chew on his lip.

"F-Friends don't usually kiss or stuff, do they? They don't want to h-hold their friends' hand and hug them or k-kiss them or whatever…"

"What do you want to call it then?" I already knew the answer and my chest was starting to pound again. It's just one word that I'm waiting for and it's turning me into a nervous wreck.

Tweek is turning red and embarrassed. He finally looks up at me with a pout. "Craig," he whines. He's obviously embarrassed and doesn't want to say it out loud.

"You want to call it Craig? I know I'm great but that might be a little much." I can't fight the playful smile as Tweek groans.

"You k-know that's not what I-I meant!"

"Say it Tweek." Tweek gulps loudly. "Tell me what you want to call us."

"Do you a-always have to be such an a-asshole?"

"Tweek." I bend down so that my face lines up with Tweek's. In the corner of my eye I can see our shadows merge together and meet as one. "Say it Tweek." I all but whisper against his lips. He's turning even redder. His head leans forward to connect our lips but I pull myself backwards so that he just barely misses.

"Craig." I reach out and bury one hand in his hair then set my other hand on his hip.

"It's just one word Tweek."

"I hate you."

"Tweek."

"Fine!" I wait to hear that one word that's making my chest throb with anticipation. Finally after much hesitancy Tweek parts his lips. "B-Boyfriends?"

As soon as he's spoken the word our lips come crashing together with vigor. We're getting better at kissing. It's not as awkward as it was earlier. Our teeth have stopped clanking together. Tweek's hands are less stiff as they dig into my back. His tongue is less shy and more playful. There's not as much spit dripping down my chin…

I really fucking like kissing Tweek.

After what is not nearly long enough we're parting so we can have a moment to breathe. It's starting to get cold out, otherwise I'd be pretty damn satisfied to just stay out here all night.

"Let's get back to my house dude."

Our fingers intertwine and then we're back to walking.

When I finally wake up there's a really fucking nice warmth in my side. What's really not nice is my throbbing headache and deep rooted nausea that comes with drinking. I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling as a night's worth of events flush its way through me.

Ninety percent of what I remember does not seem even remotely possible but when I turn my head the proof is all there.

Tweek Tweak is lying in my bed with his body curled into my side.

Shit.

Fuck.

Damn.

Fuck.

I think I'm dating Tweek fucking Tweak.

Holy shit.

Green eyes flutter open to stare at me. The timing is ridiculous considering I just fucking woke up. I'm too surprised to think so I just keep staring at him. He looks really fucking confused and also kind of sick. After a moment of staring at me he groans and buries his face into my shoulder.

My body acts without permission again. But it always does what I secretly want so it's fine. My body turns over so that my free arm can loop itself around Tweek.

"Ngh, w-what time is it?"

My phone is still in the pocket of my jacket which I'm still somehow wearing. It reeks of booze. I would take it off but that requires disrupting Tweek from his position and the kid looks way too cozy.

"A'most two." I cough to clear my throat.

"T-Two!" Tweek rudely bolts up in bed.

"I w's comfortable you ass."

"Two? As in t-two pm?!" I look up at Tweek and he looks panicked. His hands are in his hair. I pull his hands away and yank him down so that he's lying down with his back pressed to my chest.

"Yeah, so?"

"W-We slept almost e-eight hours!"

"Yeah, so?"

"I n-never sleep that l-long!" Tweek is getting all jittery and nervous. It's a little strange but nice to see again after a night of drugged up Tweek. …Which is something I'm still pissed about.

I'm too tired to think so I just let my body go on autopilot. This somehow means it's time to repeatedly kiss Tweek's neck. Alright then.

Tweek goes all stiff at once and then slowly relaxes into my touch as I work my tongue against his skin.

"It's 'kay. It was prob'ly the alcohol. It does that shit." Tweek hummus lightly in response. "You 'member last night?"

Tweek groans and rolls over so he can look at me. His hands reach out to grab at my dirty ass jacket. "Y-Yeah," Tweek is blushing. "I-It's kind of embarrassing but I d-dont regret a thing! I'm k-kind of glad I t-took that happy pill."

"What the fuck, no. Why?"

"I-It gave me confidence! For o-once I felt strong enough to do whatever I-I wanted." Tweek paused and proceeded to grow redder. "It gave m-me confidence to kiss you." Tweek looks so god damn embarrassed. It's kind of fucking cute. I lean forwards and kiss him chastely. Morning breath is fucking nasty but the attention is worth it.

"Fine, but just this once. Okay? Drugs can fuck you up." Tweek rolls his eyes at me. He was obviously done talking as he claimed my lips again.

It's as our tongues begin to twist together in some complicated dance when Tweek jerks away from me. I was getting ready to scold him and yank him back down when I catch sight of his face. He looked like-

"I-I'm-"

"Oh fuck no!" I grab his arm and seriously, in three seconds flat I'm shoving him down in front of a toilet right as he throws up.

It was becoming obvious this was going to take a while. I sit down and lean against the bathtub. Tweek reaches out and squeezes my hand tightly.

This is fucking nasty.

"Wow Tweek, you're a real romantic." Tweek's free hand rises to flip me off.

Finally he seems to be done and he leans back. "I'm never d-drinking again." He looks horribly unhappy as he grimaces. He wipes his mouth off with his sleeve. He glances down and groans. He managed to get vomit on the front if his shirt.

"Take a shower man. There's a spare toothbrushes in the top drawer."

"I'm never drinking a-again!"

I laugh as I close the door.

AN: I have these two major weird head cannons that:

When Clyde gets drunk his clothes come off

and

Clyde is weirdly talented when playing on a stripper pole

Honestly about 75% of this chapter was based/inspired by actual memories I have of me and my friends. One of my friends is reading this fic (REALLY FUCKING SLOWLY MIGHT I ADD) and keeps yelling at me because it just keeps reminding her of us and our friends~ But I guess it is my own life that plays a big part as inspiration for this story.

I was planning on uploading this chapter in a few days but I'm just too impatient. I love seeing all your guys' feedback! Anyways thanks to Sammy for being my temporary beta. (I don't understand how you're not annoyed with me constantly texting and bugging you about it OTL) Thanks to all you of you lovelies who are faving/following/commenting/following me on tumblr… You're all fantastic little babes! xxLanie