So get this. I'm royally screwed. Technically I'm banned from seeing my boyfriend by my so-called father and I'm on kitchen duty for two weeks. Kitchen duty is whatever but I have for sure gotten used to sleeping next to Tweek and I kind of feel like a sap for saying it but I miss him when he's not there. Having a boyfriend is still a foreign yet alluring concept to me. Either way I'm really digging it.

Being banned from seeing my boyfriend would be manageable considering we could see eachother at school. If, if, my boyfriend would manage to actually show up. It's been three days since Tweek spent the night at my house and woke me up from his screaming. His night terror woke up the whole family and he just bolted out of my room so fast I could hardly comprehend it in my tired ass state. The short ten minute conversation that followed that event is the last time I even spoke to Tweek. I've sent him several text messages but I just get cryptic answers. It almost makes me wonder if Tweek is avoiding me.

I'm used to a drama free life and this feels like the life equivalent of homework. I guess I didn't realize being in a relationship would be so complex. Not that I'm regretting my choices or anything. I'm just honestly baffled. Something was going on with Tweek and I'm determined to get to the bottom of it.

Which of course brings me to today. Thursday and the fourth day of school where Tweek will probably not show up. I'm currently in the front seat of Token's car with Clyde in the back. We're probably about five minutes away from school. When I texted Tweek about getting a ride I got no reply so he's probably sleeping.

"You're sulking again Craig." Clyde practically mocks. I hold up my middle finger where he can see it.

"Fuck you. Am not."

"Pretty sure you are. You're thinking about your boooooooyfrieeeeend again, huh?"

"Pretty sure I'm not." Which is of course a total lie.

Token sighs from the front seat. "How long is this going to continue?" He asks like a tired mother with five rowdy children.

"Until Craig can admit he misses Tweek-" Clyde blurts at the same time I say, "Until Clyde shuts the fuck up."

"Settle down children." Token always sounds very calming and just plain out soothing when he uses this tone. It always works on Clyde so I let it go. If Clyde will shut up, I'll enjoy the peace and quiet.

The rest of the drive to school is silent. When we pull up and open our car doors my ears are met with the usual high school rush. A few cars down is Bebe Stevan's red convertible and when she spots us she came bounding over.

"Babe!" She squeals as she throws her arms around Clyde's shoulders and hugs him. An unwanted part of my brain wonders if Tweek and I will ever get to that level of familiarity.

"Bebe! How are you doing today?" Clyde asks as she pulls away. Token rounds the side of the car so he's standing by my side. We watch silently as the other two talk.

"I'm good. I was actually looking for Tweek. Was he a no show again today?" Her icy blue eyes sweep around us. Her lips pout and she shakes her head slightly, sending her huge curls bouncing.

"Yeah he must be sick or something." I can't help but scoff sardonically. Sure Clyde, that's what's going on.

"Well did you guys hear about this weekend?" Bebe asked, turning her attention back to us.

"What's happening this weekend?" Token asks perking up all interested. Token may not act like it but he likes to always be present and a part of the local hip-happenings. Token is kind of a diva like that. Front and center like some high school queen bee.

"A whole bunch of us are going camping. You guys are invited of course. Tweek too of course." Bebe flips her hair over her shoulder and pops a hip out and puts her hand on it. "It'll be fun. We're bringing a few bottles and an ounce of weed."

"When?" Clyde asks.

"Friday and saturday night, return sunday afternoon."
"Who's us?" Token quizzically asks.

"Me, Red, Wendy, Stan, Kyle, and you guys."

"So no fat ass?" Is what I ask and am truly only concerned about. Because fuck Cartman.

"Fuck no." Bebe replies.

"We're game!" Clyde eagerly exclaims jumping up and down.

"Uh excuse you fuckface. I never said I was willing to go." I interject slightly annoyed. I wasn't actually against going or anything. I just liked arguing with Clyde. The more difficult I could make his life the better.

"Oh come on Craig," Token sighs. "I'm sure Tweek will want to go."

"Oh yeah, trust me I can get him to go," Bebe agrees. For some reason I believe her too.

"Yeah maybe. We'll see." At that the warning bell rings telling us that we need to start getting our asses to class.

The group of us split up and I dejectedly headed to the first period. Camping sounded alright. Camping with Tweek sounded great but things with Tweek were a little rough right now. I get to class right as the final bell rings. To my surprise on the left side of the homeroom in his assigned seat is Tweek looking a little worn out. His forest green button up is misbuttoned and he has a blank glazed over expression. In between his slightly trembling hands is a container of what I can only assume is coffee.

I want to make a high tail to Tweek's desk and demand some answers but the teacher is already at the front of the room beginning her lesson. So instead I send a sharp glare towards Tweek - which is ignored - and head to my desk.

The hour goes by painstakingly slow and I have to bounce my leg under my desk in an attempt to control my wound up energy. I'm riddled with questions and I'd do just about anything to get some answers. When the bell rings I bolt out of my desk so quickly the bell hasn't even had a chance to finish ringing. In six steps I'm across the room and at Tweek's desk. He slowly looks up at me with a blank expression.

"Tweek," is all I say. His head tilts slightly to the left but he remains silent. "Are you okay? You've been pretty much ignoring me."

Tweek sighs and stands up. Slinging his shoulder bag over his shoulder he says, "I'm f-fine." He tries to turn away from me but I reach out and grab his shoulder.

"What was the other night about? You scared the shit out of me."

"Don't w-worry about it. It was n-nothing." He jerks his shoulder out of my grip and takes a couple steps away from me. I grab his hand and pull him back around to face me.

"You don't gotta lie. It was obviously something."

"Drop it C-Craig. I got to g-get to class." This time I let it go and let Tweek leave the classroom as I stand silently in my spot confused as fuck. It isn't until some dweeb coming in for the next period awkwardly asks to sit in Tweek's spot that I scowl and head to my next class.

Lunch comes quickly and just as before I have it set in my head to hound Tweek for some answers. When I make it to the lunch room I spot Token and Clyde at our usual table but Tweek isn't there. I start to slowly make my way to the table as I scan the large cafeteria for my boyfriend. It's right as I'm sitting down next to Token that I catch sight of crazy blonde hair leaning over a slim figure with bouncy curls. Tweek stands at the girl's table talking to Bebe. He looks pleased and perfectly fine. The total opposite of how he's acting towards me.

I scowl and pick up the school's shitty sausage pizza and take a large bite. I hardly taste it - all my mind is consumed with is Tweek and his shifty demeanor. I slowly tear my eyes off the two blondes and focus my attention on the conversation between my two best friends.

"-it's almost weird to see him at school. I haven't talked to him yet today, have you?" Token finishes saying. And of fucking course they're talking about Tweek.

"No man. He looks fine. He must have gotten over his cold or whatever." Clyde counters. I never did correct Clyde and tell him that Tweek wasn't sick.

"Maybe. Bebe's probably telling him about the camping trip."

Which is actually probably true. It hadn't occurred to me. I honestly had no idea what Tweek and Bebe could be talking about. The pessimist in me assumes they'd be talking about me. Which I'm starting to recognize as being a hint of irrational. But then again what am I exactly supposed to suspect when Tweek is acting so sketchy towards me? Did I do something in my sleep to offend him the other night?

"I'm glad Tweek is feeling better in time for the camping trip! I'd be sad if the little guy couldn't go." Clyde puts both his hands on his cheeks and sways side to side slightly.

"Or even worse, he could have gone and gotten everyone else sick." Token muses.

"Eugh, I don't want a cold. Must have sucked for Tweek."

That's it. I can't take in anymore.

"Tweek wasn't even sick, he was just playing hooky!" I exclaim as I bolt up and slam my hands on the table.

"Woah, you okay Craig?" Clyde asks.
"Sit down dude," Token adds.

"I gotta go," I leave my tray of food at the table and grab my backpack and make a beeline towards Tweek.

It takes me all of thirty seconds to reach him and Bebe spots me before he does. She must have said something to him because before I can say anything Tweek turns around to look at me with wide eyes. I shrug my shoulders, adjusting my backpack on my back. I had all the balls in me a minute ago but now that I was facing the petite boy my throat felt dry and closed off.

"We need to talk." I hoarsely force out. Tweek grimaces and glances over his shoulder at Bebe. Her blue eyes narrow quizzically and she shrugs the smallest bit.

"I'm t-talking to Bebe right n-now." Tweek stubbornly states. His left arm raises to nervously pick at his right elbow.

"Bebe will be around. I need to talk to you. Right now," as an afterthought I add, "please."

"You should go Tweek. Besides, we'll see eachother all weekend when we go camping." Bebe insists. I simultaneously have two thoughts. The first one is thank you Bebe for actually being on my side. Two, I guess Tweek is actually going camping with us. I don't know which thought surprises me more.

Tweek turns his back to me to shoot Bebe a scowl that I think he intended for me not to see but I catch a glimpse of anyway. With a sigh my boyfriend turns back around to face me. "Let's g-go," he quietly says as he walks straight past me.

We walk silently out of the lunch room, with me trailing a couple feet behind Tweek. He leads me outside and past the usual goths smoker spot until we're in the back corner of the school's field, under a triad of trees. Tweek stops walking and mechanically pulls out a cigarette. I watch silently as he lights it and takes a long inhale.

The sight of a cigarette kind of makes me want my own but I decide it's better to focus on the task at hand. I take a deep breath and stuff my hands in my pockets. What exactly was the right way to go about this, anyways? Hell if I know.

"I need to know what the other night was about," I finally state. Tweek lets out an irritated sigh and flicks his cigarette. The ash slowly drifted off in the wind. Fall was starting to sneak up onto us. The leaves on the trees around us were reddening and starting to fall off.

"I d-don't know what there i-is to tell you." Tweek flippantly replies.

"You woke me up with you screaming bloody murder. Did you have a nightmare or something? What was it about? And why are you acting so weird around me?"

"I can't r-remember," he obviously lies. His green eyes shift back and forth looking anywhere but refusing to make eye contact with me. I honestly didn't understand why he had to be so difficult.

"Did I do something to piss you off or something?" My stomach turns sourly and my nails dig into my leg through the lining of my jeans pocket.

"I d-d-don't know Craig, drop it." By the way Tweek puffs on his cigarette I can tell he's annoyed.

"How the hell am I supposed to drop it when you're acting like you have a damn stick up your ass?" I snap, accidentally letting my emotions get the better of me. Tweek's eyes narrow and he puffs on his cigarette quickly until he drops it and puts it out.

"Real s-smooth Craig," he hisses as he shoulders past me and wanders off towards the goth kids. I stand in the same spot, under the swaying autumn trees unsure of myself. Was I doing the wrong thing pressuring Tweek into telling me what was going on? Was anything even really going on? Am I turning nothing into something?

I just wanted to know how to get my boyfriend back to normal.

When the last bell rang indicating the school day was over I beelined to the back of the school with only one intention on my mind. It was halfway through the fifth period I realized that if Tweek wasn't going to tell me what the hell was going on I better go find someone who does know. Kenny McCormick.

The douchey dealer is outback with the goth kids smoking a blunt. On most days after school you can find him here for all your illicit drug needs. Only today I didn't need drugs, just some plain old answers. The blonde is dressed in ripped orange skinny jeans and a white hoodie. He's currently talking to Henrrietta but when I approach the two go silent and all eyes are on me.

"Craig," Kenny emotionlessly greets.

"Kenny," I reply. We stand there staring at each other in silence for a good moment before I internally groan and open my mouth. "We need to talk."

"So talk lover boy."

"In private," in my head I add fuckface afterwards.

"Lead the way then." Kenny says sweeping his hand out in a wide gesture. "I'll see ya later babes." Kenny says to the goth girl, flashing her a peace sign. I ignored him and started walking across the field to the grouping of trees Tweek and I stood under earlier. God knows why I chose to take him back to that spot.

When I'm satisfied with our location I stop and turn around to focus on Kenny. The drug dealer looks bored as he continues to puff on his blunt. Once again I shove my hands in my pockets.

"Do you know what's going on with Tweek?" I finally ask. Kenny's eyebrows shoot up but just as quickly as they rise his face goes back to a neutral expression. He hums and shrugs his shoulders, dropping his backpack to the ground in the process.

"Whatever do you mean Craigipoo?" For now I ignore the majorly annoying nickname.

"Tweek's been acting super weird ever since the other night. You guys are pretty close I figured you might know." I shrug my own shoulders and nervously glance towards the school. Not gonna lie, I'd rather it that Tweek didn't see me and Kenny talking right now.

"Why don't you ask him yourself?"

"That's the thing. I've tried. Multiple times. He keeps pushing it off."

"Did you ever think that maybe he doesn't want to tell you?" Kenny asks, striking a chord in me. I internally freeze and consider the question seriously.

"I'm his boyfriend." Is all I can think to say in response.

"Yeah so respect his boundaries. Fuck. I'm outta here." Kenny turns and walks away and I let him go.

That was a total waste of time. I groan out of frustration and start heading to the parking lot where my friends are waiting for me. At least I work with Tweek in an hour. As long as he actually shows up.

I finish my cigarette as I'm walking up to Tweak Bros. I don't usually get anxious but right now I surprisingly am. I pull open the front door and it dings as it shuts behind me. Mr. and Mrs. Tweak are behind the counter jovially talking to each other. I almost feel as if I'm walking through a lucid dream.

I begrudgingly greet the couple behind the counter then make my way into the break room. My eyes instantly land on Tweek who's back is turned to me as he ties his apron. A multitude of bobby pins stick out of his hair which flies in every which direction. Only Tweek can make looking chaotic look casual and cute.

"Hey," I weakly say. Tweek slams his locker shut and walks past me without a word. Ouch. Well okay then.

With a sigh I open up my own locker and quickly pull off my hat and jacket and put on the apron. At this rate this was going to be a very long work shift. I run a hand through my hair and let out a frustrated groan. Why? Just why?

When I finally work up the balls to leave the staff room Tweek's parents are gone. The shop has a few customers scattered around drinking coffee and chattering quietly. Overall it's a pretty chill environment. Tweek is at the espresso machine making himself coffee.

I silently walk up and stand five feet away from him awkwardly. If Tweek wasn't mad at me before he obviously seems to be mad now. It's as I'm wondering if he found out about the whole Kenny thing that he speaks up.

"Next time I c-choose not to tell y-you about something, t-that doesn't mean you g-go to my friend for the a-answers." Well that answers that. His voice is cold and quiet. Not loud enough for any customers to hear. I kind of lock up and nervously scratch at my side.

"Well what else was I supposed to do when you weren't giving me anything?" I hiss back. Tweek flips on the steamer and starts steaming his milk. He says nothing until he turns the steamer off.

"Oh I d-don't know, accept the a-answers you were given."

I throw up my arms in exasperation. "How the hell am I supposed to do that?" My voice rises a little and Tweek shushes me loudly. I pause and inhale deeply, speaking again but this time lowering my volume. "You ran out of my house screaming and now I've got a lifetime ban from seeing my boyfriend by my parents."

"I d-didn't know that." Tweek manages to look a little bit guilty.

"So don't say that all that trouble was literally nothing. You ignored me for days and now you're acting sus as fuck around me. Fuck yeah I want some answers. Literally it's as simple as saying I had a dream that rabid killer clowns from space were trying to eat me." Tweek shakes his head at my example of a nightmare.

"It's n-not always that s-simple Craig," is Tweek's cryptic ass answer.

"How the hell not! I'm just freaking asking you to tell me what your nightmare was about!"

"Um, excuse me?" Comes a timid female voice behind the counter.

In unison both me and Tweek swivel around to stare at the customer. "What?" We both snap at the same time.

"Uhh-" She hesitates to order, looking back and forth between Tweek and I. I'm too irritated at Tweek to really care what her opinion is. I just want her to leave. "I think I'll just go…" She stammers out before turning around and hightailing it out of the building.

"L-Look what you did. You s-scared off a c-customer!" Tweek exclaims angrily. I think he's forgotten to be quiet now and a couple customers in the shop are staring. I couldn't really give two shits.

"Me? It's your fault for being so goddamn difficult," I argue.

"Y-Yeah, well why c-can't you just accept the answers y-you're given. Why do y-you have to be so p-pushy!"

"Says Mr. Secrets over here. What you gotta keep life mysterious or something? You can't just be fucking honest for once?"

"What d-do you mean for o-once? I'm honest a-all the time!"

"But not when it counts."

"You o-only think this is w-what counts because you're pissed off I-I'm not telling you what you want t-to hear." Maybe Tweek has a point.

"This could all be done and over with if you just told me what the hell the problem here is." I'm getting very frustrated at this point. I dully notice a couple get up and leave the shop but I'm too focused on Tweek. "What? Am I the problem?"

"Hell y-yeah you are now!" Tweek tears his eyes off of me and angrily pumps white chocolate into his coffee. "You weren't the p-problem until you had to be such a p-pushy buttmuncher. Why d-don't you just go home."

Okay now I'm just offended. "Why don't you just go home?" I childishly counter. Tweek huffs and rolls his eyes.

"It's m-my shop dipshit. Just leave," Tweek insists. I honestly don't know what to say anymore. I'm speechless. I exhale sharply and cross my arms.

"Fine." I snap.

"Fine," Tweek echoes.

"Fine," I turn on my heels and march to the break room. Inside I quickly shed my apron and pull on my hat. If Tweek wanted to be so stubborn and difficult then fine. Let him. That's his problem then. I won't bother. I finish jerking on my jacket and close my locker with a slam.

I turn on my heel and exit the break room. I cross through the shop all the while refusing to look at Tweek. Sooner rather than later my hands settle on the cold metal of the shop door and it's dinging shut behind me.

I kind of expected to spend my whole day at work so now that that's out of the question, I'm at a loss what to do with my time. I pull out my cigarettes and light one of the slender white sticks. The air outside is brisk and the wind a gentle push and pull. Next I pull out my phone and dial one ditz's phone number.

"-ello?"

"What are you doing?" I ask in between inhale and exhale of smoke.

"Wait- shouldn't you be working right now?" Clyde asks, confused. I scowl and kick a rock, sending it flying down the sidewalk.

"Things changed. What are you doing?"

"I'm at Token's. We're smoking and watching Space Balls." I scoff at their movie choice but dismiss it.

"I'll be there soon." I hang up without waiting to hear the brunette's response and start walking in the direction of the Black residence. The fifteen minute walk cools down my anger but by the time I arrive I'm still irritated.

This is the first fight Tweek and I have had and it's making me feel like shit. I kept being torn between feeling justified in my actions and unsure. It really wasn't making me feel good. I had sworn I was making the right choice going to Kenny but now I couldn't be so sure.

With a sigh I open the front door to the luxurious house and head towards the basement. The TV is most definitely playing Space Balls and I instantly smell weed. The lights are half dimmed and I can also detect hints of popcorn. Token and Clyde's backs are to me on the couch as they watch the TV.

"What's up bitches," I greet. I round the couches and take a seat. I hold out my hands towards James Bong and Clyde hands me the bong and lighter.

"Craig, what happened to work?" Token instantly questions. You can always bet on him to worry about the mundane things such as school and work. I light up the bowl and inhale deeply and wave my hand dismissively. Now to somehow get Token to drop the subject pronto.

"Don't worry about it. I got to leave early."

"Yeah but why would you want to leave early when you get to work with your boooooooyfriend?" Clyde asks suggestively. I hate him for sometimes being able to connect the dots in situations. He can be so painfully simple minded the majority of the time but when you don't want him to use his brain he'll fucking use it. Outright irritating, it is.

"You guys are fighting aren't you?" Token asks getting straight to the point. I flip them both off and pass the bong to Token. I may be irritated at them both but I still had smoker etiquette.

"What'd you do Craig?" Clyde asks, looking at me suspiciously. I scoff and cross my arms.

"Why do you assume I did something?"

"Because you love to piss people off," Clyde flippantly points out. I hate to admit he's kind of right.

"Fuck you and fuck your mom." Don't ask me why I insulted his mom. It just felt relevant.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Token asks gently. And there goes Mama Token, ready to play therapist and talk about your feelings.

"Fuck no and fuck both of you. Let's get high." I dismissively insist. The boys look at eachother questioningly before shrugging and turning the subject onto our upcoming camping trip tomorrow.