A/N: HIIII! Do you remember me:D NO? D: Ok, I guess that sounds about right since I've neglected you guys for like months and months. It still hurts though! Anyway, I had a good reason of being away for so long. I'm failing school, I was majorly depressed, I found out I had more issues then something that has a lot of issues, AND I think I found my "the one". 8D SOOO, I'M SCARED AS FUCK! I am officially a "fuck-up". I'm a LITTLE proud of myself… X

A BIG THANK YOU TO TOASTY FOR REMINDING ME THAT THIS EXISTED, YOU KNOW, IN THE NOT BACK OF MY MIND, BUT IN THE FRONT!

That sort of doesn't make sense.

WARNINGS/DISCLAIMER: I want to own it, but I cant, and I don't, and you shouldn't sue me. There's a lot of stuff in this chapter, it might be pretty gay.

CHAPTER FOUR

My feet made sloshing noises as I trudged through the grimy snow. I hated Craig, and I hated his car, and I hated the fact that I was sensitive to the stupid cold. I hated how I couldn't breathe and now I kept panicking so it was harder to concentrate on breathing instead of passing out on the cold pavement. Cold, wet, pavement. Friendship was so pointless sometimes, but I wouldn't know since Craig was the whole "friendship" deal for me. He was it. The end.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

I could feel sharp pains in my right lung, or somewhere around it, but I knew it couldn't be my heart because that was different. Wasn't it?

I couldn't walk too close to the street, because then cars would honk their stupid horns at me, and I couldn't walk too far away from the street because that's where all the half-melted snow was, and the bottoms of my jeans were getting soaked through, and I hated feeling the dirty ice water on the back of my legs. I kept going though, past one lamp post, and then another, and then another… I lost count, and the cars stopped passing by for a long time before a red SUV pulled up next to me and honked twice.

I stopped. It stopped.

I considered the possibilities. Rapist. Murderer. Stalker. Craig. Not Craig. Someone who was lost. Someone who wanted to kidnap me and sell me to some government based laboratory so they could strip me naked and use my body for devious medial research. I pulled my sleeves down nervously, and called out hello. "Hello?"

The window rolled down, and a familiar voice called out to me. "Tweek, get in."

"Um, my mom said that I shouldn't get into cars with strangers, so, um, who are you?", I half-shouted.

An exasperated sigh. "It's Kyle."

"….."

"…Kyle Broflovski."

I nodded and reached out for a handle, but it was locked. I waited until I heard the click of the doors unlocking and climbed inside, feeling slightly uncomfortable that I was sitting in the front seat while Kyle looked on patiently while I fumbled around for the seat belt. "Hi."

"Hey. Where's Craig?"

"He went home. Where's Stan?"

"Knocked out in the back." Kyle nodded his head toward the general direction of the backseats. I looked over. "He fell to the floor when we went down that hill."

"Oh."

Kyle shrugged and put the car into drive and we slowly made our way towards the regular part of South Park, where every house didn't have about five cars, a swimming pool, and a tennis court.

"…So why is Craig at home when you're out in the cold?"

"We had a fight." I cleared my throat. "I won."

Kyle nodded. We pretty much sat in silence for a while, Kyle fumbling with the radio, Stan making soft noises in the back, and me. I tried not to bite my nails, so I ended up nibbling on the skin around instead.

"You know, it's not right what he does to you. He takes advantage of you."

"Only because I let him." I said defensively. "Craig's a good guy, I don't know why everyone doesn't know it."

"He left you to die because you pissed him off!"

"Yeah, I pissed him off! You can't just blame the whole thing on him. He's my best friend, he wouldn't hurt me."

Kyle sighed. "Craig is not your best friend. Craig is your BULLY. Best friends don't ditch you, they're supposed to stick around no matter what."

"Oh, so is that why you went to the party together with Stan, but he ended up ditching you for Clyde? Is that why he drank until he passed out, while you sat there with a can of COKE?"

"Hey, that's different!"

"How? How is that different?"

"First of all, Stan and Clyde like each other, and I don't drink!"

"If you say so. My house is right there." I pointed at the dark street, Elspeth Way. "I know that you think that you and Stan are 'super best friends' or whatever, so you think you know what having a best friend is supposed to be like, so you lecture me, but I think you need to stop and fix the fact that Stan treats you like shit first!"

I groped around for the handle, and Kyle pushed the unlock button. I climbed out. "…Thanks for saving my life."

"Don't mention it."

I kicked the snow at my feet as I dragged myself up the dark driveway. It was almost creepy. The lamp post outside of my house was always flickering, ever since I can remember. I don't know why they never bothered to fix it since we always sent letters of complaints and stuff. It was pretty much the most retarded, unreliable-

"Tweek?"

Oh God. I recognized that voice. I turned around and squinted in the darkness. "Craig?"

"I'm on the steps, you doofus." I could hear him smiling. "You're looking the wrong way."

Sure enough, when I turned to look, he was on my front steps. He looked like he had been carved into the wood instead of just sitting around. He wiped at his eyes with the sleeve of his jacket. "Tweek, I'm a little drunk."

I walked over to him, resting my hand on his head, the soft cloth of his hat sliding down a little. I pulled it off.

"I'm sorry I left you. I didn't mean to. I was just so mad. I didn't know. I went back, but I couldn't find you."

"It's okay. I don't mind."

"Sit down?" Craig patted the snow-covered step next to him. "Right here."

I sat down, and leaned sort of into him from the cold outside. Craig wrapped his arm around me and squashed me into him. I wanted to pull away, but it felt so good. I relaxed and leaned my head against his shoulder as he babbled on about being sorry in general. I wondered if he would even remember this in the morning.

He suddenly moved away from me, letting go of my shoulders to instead grab my face and to pull it closer to his. "I'm so sorry, I'm such a fuck up, you know? …I want to be better for you, but I just don't know how. I try sometimes, just to see what it would be like…" Craig moved back, sighing and wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his jacket. "I don't understand why you always follow me around. I wish I could stop it."

"You don't want to hang around me?"

"No! I do, Tweek. I like you, and I can't handle it because it scares me. I don't want to hurt you."

"So, why do you have to?"

He looked up at me with his dark eyes and he awkwardly placed his hand on mine, unaware that he was smashing it against the cold wood, and leaned closer to put his lips against mine, and I pressed back just as hard until he brought his hands back up to my face and kissed me sloppily, the alcohol on his breath and his cheeks cold and slippery from crying.

I was just getting used to the idea that I had my best friend's tongue in my mouth before his slow kisses stopped, and he pulled away abruptly, yelling out obscenities. "Oh, GOD, oh my fucking God, oh GOD!"

"Craig?"

I stared at his pale face illuminated by the flickering street light, and his wide eyes and I wondered why he seemed so unfamiliar.

"I have to go."

He started walking to his car, and I jumped up to follow him. "Go? Go where?"

"To go home."

"But why? I thought you liked me, you should stay."

Craig let out a cold bark of a laugh, before turning to me. "I hate you, Tweek. Why won't you get that? Trying to whore yourself out to me won't get you anywhere. BYE." He stuffed his hands in his pockets and slunk his way to the car, and I just stood there, and it wasn't until his car was out of sight that I realized that I had been crying the whole time.

A/N: UM, so WHY am I such a cruel, heartless bitch? I don't know. D: I thought it was going smashingly, you know, down the road of happiness, but then I thought "no, no. it needs to be emo"

I hope you liked this chapter, I know it sucked hardcore. I'm sick though, and half delusional. :D