I feel kinda stupid standing at Tweek's front door with his jacket hanging from my hand. I've always known where he lived but this is the first time I've actually been here. I ring the doorbell. My stomach is all crazy. I dismiss this as nerves. Yep, nerves from being at Tweek's house for the first time ever or something.

Tweek's mother answers the door and there's a small moment where we just stare at each other. Then she says, "Hello..." She says it like she doesn't know why I'm here. And I don't understand her confusion.

"Hey, um, is Tweek home?"

Then her eyebrows raise, "Yes, he is. Has he done something wrong?"

I blink at her, "...No, I'm- he left his jacket in my car," I raise said article of clothing. "I was gonna give it back."

She stares at the jacket like she's seeing it for the first time. Then she stares at me like she's seeing me for the first time. She smiles brightly, "Oh, honey, come in." She pulls me inside.

Tweek's house is small and brown. There's a bunch of candles everywhere. On the dining table, the counters, coffee table, and on top of the television. I can't help but think about how dangerous it must be to have this many candles lit in one room.

"Tweek's upstairs," she tells me.

I thank her and she smiles again. I think Tweek's as weird as his mother and that should make sense. I can't imagine what his dad's like.

I realize his mom didn't tell me which room was his but there's only one shut door. So I tap my knuckles against it and wait for Tweek to answer.

"What."

I don't really know what to say. I thought he'd be like come in or something but he clearly thinks I'm his mom. So I just open it and walk in anyways.

Tweek's sitting on his bed, with his laptop in his lap. His back is to me so he doesn't notice it's me until I'm standing in the middle of the room. When he does his brows furrow. He just stares, perplexed. Then he says, "What the fuck are you doing?"

"What?"

"Why are you in my house?" He says. What the fuck. Who let you in?" He moves his laptop and stands to push me towards the door. "Mom!" He calls.

"You left your jacket in my car, asshole."

"So?" Tweek says, harshly. "Give it to me tomorrow."

"There's no school tomorrow," I remind him.

"Then give it to me Monday, don't come to my house. What the fuck. Why would you come to my house? Don't come to my house. Get out."

"Am I not allowed to come to your house?"

"That's literally exactly what I'm telling you, Craig," he says.

"Why? Because I touch your dick?"

"Oh, my god. Say it louder, why don't you? Let my whole family know!" He hisses. "And, yes! Don't say it like it's crazily offensive and then stand here like the douchebag your being." Touché. "I don't want you thinking this is a thing you can just do."

"Well, asshole, I only came here to give you back your stupid jacket that you left in my truck." I shove it into his chest. "Next time I won't bring it to you. In fact, don't even ask for it. Anything else left in my truck is mine. I'm gonna keep it."

He takes his jacket. "Whatever, like I'd ever ride in your stupid truck again anyways."

Why wouldn't he? Why did he in the first fucking place? "It's stupid that you don't because it's not far and it's more efficient."

Tweek's face bunches up. "You sound like an idiot," he informs me. "How is it more efficient if my house is the opposite direction of your house? And you just said it's not far."

"I'm speaking relative to a car. It's only like a minute that way and then I drive home."

He shrugs, "I don't need it."

"So?" I say. "Doesn't mean it wouldn't be nice. The nights get hot in the summer."

"It's spring."

"I meant when it is," I say through gritted teeth.

"I feel like saying no just because you seem to want me to so badly," his eyes narrow at me. Why are they like that? My eyes are blue too but they never look like that. They're just blue but his are like, bright.

"I just thought it was nice to offer but assholes can't take favors I guess."

Tweek sticks his tongue out at me so I kiss him. Because it seemed like the right thing to do and Tweek kissed me back. Briefly. Then he pushed me away, called for his mom again, and told me to never come to his house again ever before slamming his door in my face.

His mom came up the stairs even more confused and even though I felt bad about it I walked past her without saying anything.