I've been lying in bed awake for a while now. We never closed the blinds so the sun shines straight onto my face. Tweek's curled into my chest, interestingly enough, considering how he reacted to me throwing my arm over him last night. It's fine. In fact, I'm happy about it. I didn't expect him to stay the night.

I think- ha no, wait, I know I really like Tweek. I think I like him even more than that though.

How backwards. Before I had wished it was only Tweek I liked, but now I wish more that I just liked dudes. Because I do. I'm gay. Thinking back on it, it was a waste denying it. I knew the whole fucking time and denying it didn't make it go away. It was still quite prevalent, whether or not I decided to acknowledge it. I did the same thing when I started liking Tweek.

I always admired him. He didn't give a shit about me. He was so sure of himself even if he was smaller. To me that made him stronger than me even if I was bigger. And it didn't stop there, he was smart too, funny, independent, and beautiful. No matter what he did I couldn't take my eyes off of him, even giving myself away.

Last night he acted like that when I held him but now his legs are locked between mine, what's that about? Maybe I should start doing the opposite of what he says since he doesn't even seem to know what he wants. And most of the time I get my way as if it were his way the whole time. Just like this and just like when we first kissed. Everything's so contradicting with him. I always think is he doing it on purpose?

After all this… isn't this… I'm being stupid. Tweek was very clear that this was nothing. He just wanted to try it. Why does it even matter anyways? If we can spend time together like last night and I can hold him like this now, shouldn't that be enough? It's the same thing, if we were dating. I should just enjoy it while it last because anyways, he's leaving in a few months.

Tweek's phone starts ringing. I stiffen. Will he be mad if he wakes up and we're like this? Better pretend to sleep just in case. Tweek moans and rolls over. He reaches over to the nightstand and grabs his phone. "Hello?" His voice is scratchy from just waking up. It's hot and I'm annoyed that everything he does turns me on. "Sorry, I stayed at a friend's… Craig's, mom. Wha- Never. Stop, that's never going to happen," he insists. "Did you actually need something? I was sleeping."

"I'm fine. Okay. Bye." He throws the phone across the room and turns back. I keep my eyes close. It's quiet for a while. I don't know what he's doing but I'm pretty sure he's not sleeping. He'll probably get up first. Or leave. That's how Tweek is.

"I'm pretty sure," he says, "that you're awake." I open my eyes and jump when he's right in front of my face.

"What the fuck. Creep."

"You were the one pretending to sleep," he laughs. "I was just testing if I was right and I was so I win."

"What did your mom want?"

"Well since she's my mom, she wanted to know why I didn't come home last night." He sits up and stretches.

"You didn't tell her you were staying over?"

He rubs his eyes, "I didn't mean to but I fell asleep." Should this hurt my feelings or make me feel better? I won't think about it. Change the subject.

"So, how was it?" I ask hesitantly.

He blushes, "Asshole. Don't ask me that when the answer's already obvious."

"You looked like you were really enjoying it," I tease.

"It felt really weird, but then it was really, really good," he admits.

"Like I was hitting your g-spot?" He glares at me. "I told you. Science."

"You're an idiot," he mumbles.

I shrug. "Are you hungry?"

"Yeah, but I want to take a shower first."

"Go ahead. Bathroom's the closest door to the stairs." He already knows this though. But he doesn't know I know this so I say it anyways. Tweek leaves. He doesn't even pick his phone back up. I wonder if it's fine. He threw it kinda hard.

Once Tweek's in the shower, I start breakfast. Something simple: bacon, eggs, and toast and if he doesn't like it then he can make his own goddamn food. I turn the TV on. I just want something stupid, something I can use as background noise- Red Racer reruns… sweet. I finish the bacon and the eggs and I'm waiting for the toaster when Tweek comes down. "I borrowed some clothes," he says. His hair is still dripping wet. Even though it's been recently cut it's still pretty long, covering his eyes. He's got some gym shorts from middle school and a T shirt tucked into them. It's obviously because the shirt's way too big otherwise. Adorable.

He walks over to the living room. "I didn't know they still played Red Racer."

"You watched Red Racer?" Too excited, reel it in.

He makes a face. "Wasn't really my thing but I remember you used to be obsessed with it."

My brow furrows. Oh, yeah. "I forgot we ever hung out as kids." The toast pops out and I set it on a plate. "You were way different back then."

"You were just the same," he says kinda backhandedly.

"Geez, sorry for whatever eight-year-old me did to you…" I put together a plate and bring it over to him.

"You didn't do anything. That's not what I meant."

"Breakfast's done."

"Thanks," he says, taking the plate but not looking at me. He's so weird.

"Don't worry about it. I'm gonna take a shower. Watch whatever you want."

"Hm," he picks up the remote.

There was a very small period of time in the fourth grade where Tweek hung out with us, minus Kenny. All I remember from back then was that he was so paranoid. I don't even associate the two Tweek's in my mind. Yeah, one time I think I touched him and he had a panic attack and had to have his mom come get him. I don't remember why he stopped hanging out with us. But I also don't remember when he changed so much either. I wonder if the two are related. If they were though and it were something bad that I did to him way back then, he wouldn't have done all this with me now though, right? Otherwise, that wouldn't make any sense. Unless, this is all a ploy. Some kind of sick revenge? But that doesn't make sense either. It just doesn't.

I take a quick shower and change into some comfort clothes. I wonder if the guys would remember anything about it. It'd be weird if I just suddenly asked them if they remember what Tweek was like in fourth grade. They're already extremely suspicious of me. I honestly don't think any of this is hard to figure out. One wrong move could trigger somebody realizing it. There's always one factor they never think about and it's Tweek. That I am actually going to practice. That I'm there the whole time. And then when I walk out of the gym, I have at least three fresh new hickys.

But as soon as you think about it, it makes too much sense. I honestly think I need to just tell them before they figure it out. But that's so much to think about right now. It's too bad Kenny wasn't in our group back then; he could've told me everything I wanted to know. Clyde's as reliable as a middle school social studies teacher and asking Token is… giving myself away.

"I thought you would suck at cooking," Tweek says.

"Well I can't suck at everything." He finished it all. I take his plate to the sink and then sit next to him. He's being uncharacteristically solemn. He's also still watching Red Racer even though he said he didn't watch it and he had the remote. I can't just ask him though. Hey, everything okay? I wish I could just say that. He'd probably just get mad. I don't wanna push him away by being too clingy. He said it felt good so I don't think he'd just ghost me. He's probably going through his own shit. I'll leave him be.

Tweek and I hangout for a while just like that- watching Red Racer reruns in pajamas. We don't even really talk but having Tweek there was enough. It was weird and I don't know why he stayed. I want to stop questioning everything he does but his behavior makes it hard for me to give in. I feel like for sure, this is going to end bad because I got too attached.

When he does leave, his mom shows up randomly. I say randomly but I'm sure he had texted her and just didn't tell me. "I'll give your clothes back later," he says, vaguely.

"It's fine," I tell him. "Those shorts don't fit anyways."

"Mm," he glances at me. "Well. See ya."

I tell him bye and see him off.

Later when my dad comes home I help him cook dinner so it's done when my mom and sister get back. My mother's so pleased. It's nice. I like when my parents are happy like that. We all eat together in the dining room even though we never do that and then Ruby and I clean up so dad and mom can be together. Ew.

That night as I'm passing by the living room I see it's just my mom. She's watching her reality shows. I used to watch them with her when I was younger before I knew that it was something to be embarrassed about. "Hey," she greets with a smile. I nod.

"Where's dad?"

"He already went to bed."

"Why are you down here in the dark?"

She shrugs. "I'm about to head up too." I glance between her and the screen. "Do you wanna watch?" I sit down apprehensively. "C'mon, I'll play with your hair, like when you were little." She looks happy so even though I kind of don't want to, I lay down with my head in her lap. My mom runs her hands through my hair and it's really nice.

When did we ever do this and why did we stop? Fuck, I miss my mom.

"How're things?" she asks.

"What'd you mean?"

"I don't know," she says. "Anything."

"This is a trap," I chuckle. "Somehow this will tie back to school, college, my job, and or my mysterious girlfriend."

She laughs a little. "Okay Craig, but you could do a little better. One or the other. Finish school well. Don't do college, get a better job- at least look for one. Show some type of initiative for something."

"I'm still working it out."

"That's fine," she says. "But you never talk to us. And as for that girl… I'm sure you have your reasons and if you really think we won't like her then maybe we wouldn't…"

"It's not serious," I mumble.

"Yeah, that's what you say," she says. "But how could it not be? It's been at least a year."

"Does it really upset you that much?"

"It upsets me that you keep it from us," she says.

I bite my cheek. "Okay," I say. "What would upset you the most about her? What do you think is the reason I won't tell you."

"This is childish Craig," she sighs but still continues. "I guess... if she were significantly older or younger than you."

I shake my head a little. "We're the same age."

"Or," she thinks. "If she was a clear bad influence on you... which is what I think it is since your grades dropped, you started partying, and now this not choosing college nonsense."

"Not a bad influence, better grades than me probably, and doesn't party."

"Are you lying?" She wonders. "'Cause, what are we even talking about anymore, Craig?"

I just wanted to see what she would say. What my mom is thinking. Because if I won't tell her, she's thinking the worse and if the worse is actually worse then I can tell her and she won't care as much because at least Tweek and I aren't running around committing crimes. Right?

"What if... she was a he?" I whisper. Even though we're the only ones down here I'm so scared somebody will hear from upstairs. I can't believe I even just said that to my mom.

My mother gets quiet and stops playing with my hair. I get super nervous. But when I glance up at her, my mom is staring at the TV with a stupid smile on her face.

Her hand starts running through my hair again. "Then," she starts. "I'd wonder why you kept him from us all this time." It's what I knew. It's exactly what I knew she'd say. But it still makes me feel warm.

Ha, what did I think?

Worried about nothing...

Fuck...

I turn my face so my mom's skirt absorbs my tears. It isn't long before I'm mildly sobbing. My mom just rubs my arm to soothe me but it feels like it's doing the opposite. "I will always love you, Craig. No matter what. Please don't forget that."


Don't know if this is good enough to post. I've rewritten it so many times it's fucking ridiculous. You have no idea many versions of Craig and Tweek's morning after I have saved. Like at least 4. I almost gave up and skipped it but it was important. to the story... also I'm gonna assume 333 equals three hearts with out the pac man mouth symbol. and if so the you too man hope you're doing swell! This scene with Craig's mom really fucked me up. bye