Craig's POV:

It's lunchtime and currently I'm confused on what's going on with Tweek. He's been walking away from me everytime I hang out with Thomas, he always hangs out with Butters, and he's become more flinchy.

I wanna talk to him but I'm scared I'll freak him out and stress him out with all my questions and worries. I know he said he wanted me to be more open and honest, because my feelings matter too but I can't help but feel worried…

Maybe I'm thinking too much into it? No. I know Tweek like the back of my hand, maybe i'll ask him if he wants to hang out with me and Thomas? No, because if something is going on then bringing Thomas might throw wood into the fire.

I'll ask Tweek if he wants to hang out with me and Stripe? Yeah! He would be sooo happy.

I get up and walk towards Tweek and Butters, Butters taps Tweek on the shoulder and Tweek looks up "Tweek, wanna hang out with me and Stripe after lunch?" I ask, Tweek looks at Butters and Butters smiles giving Tweek a thumbs up.

"S- NGH! Sure, C-GAH! Craig."

"Cool."

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Me and Tweek walk back to our room. He's more jumpy than usual, which usually isn't a good sign. Once we get inside Tweek grabs a blanket out of his bag that he brung for Stripe when we let him out, since the floors are kinda slippery and he isn't used to slippery floors because we have carpet.

Tweek lays the blanket on the middle of the floor while i take Stripe out of his cage, I turn around and Tweek is already sitting on the floor with his legs crossed and biting his nails.

I sigh, and put Stripe on the blanket. I sit next to Tweek and grab his wrist. "Don't do that honey, you're gonna chomp off your skin and it'll bleed again." He looks at me and shoves his hands in his lap.

"Sorry…"

"It's ok honey."

"It's a habit…"

"I know, honey."

"Are yo- GAH!! you mad at me?"

"Of course not, honey."

"Tired of me?"

"Never, honey."

Tweek stays silent for a minute, his eyes following the guinea pig that's wandering around on the blanket.

"But you never get enough sleep around me. I- NGHH!! I mean you have eyebags because of me!"

"I have these eyebags because I care about you. Tricia says it fits me."

Tweek laughs a bit, i take it as a hint to keep going.

"Maybe we could be twins or something?"

"Wouldn't that be incest?"

"…"

"…"

We burst out laughing.

"You're so- HAHA! stupid, Craig!"

"I'm so offended Tweek, i thought you loved me" I say gasping dramatically

"Oh I'm sorry, do you want me to give you a hug to make it better?"

"If i say yes will you give a kiss on top of that?"

"Hm… Maybe…"

"Yes, a hug will cure my broken heart!"

Tweek hugs me and I quickly return it, he smiles and kisses my cheek. "There's your kiss, Mr.Tucker."

"Mr.Tucker?"

"Yeah, it sounds fitting."

"It sounds like you're talking to my dad."

"Does it really?"

"Yeah, Think about it!"

Tweek stops, repeating what he said. His eyes widen and his face turns to disgust "Ew.

"Told you, it sounds so wrong!"

"It does! It really really does!"

I laugh, 'Maybe Tweek is ok, even if he wasn't before i hope he's ok now.'

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I was about to go to bed until I heard a loud laugh. It sounded robotic but annoying. I decided to ignore it and just go to bed.