I'm overstimulated and I'm sad

I don't expect you to understand

It's nothing less than true romance

Or am I just making a mess

In my head, in my head

I'm lying naked with you, yeah

In my head, in my head

I'm ready to die holding your hand

"Alright, I'll admit eet, I didn't expect to hear from either of you so soon," Christophe said, hopping down from the window in the back of the second floor bathroom. The Monday morning had been bright so far, but the light was barely getting in through the warped window.

Tweek and Craig stood across from him, leaning awkwardly against the stall (Craig) and the sink (Tweek). "To be fair," Craig said, eyeing Christophe warily. "It hasn't been easy ignoring how often we've been conveniently bumping into one another."

Tweek sighed, taking a drink of coffee from his thermos. The camping trip with Craig had been really nice, but maybe too nice? He had forgotten how harsh fake lighting could be. It was kind of giving him a headache. And it didn't help that Christophe's eyes were following him everywhere. He felt like he had nowhere to hide, something that made him beyond uncomfortable.

But Craig was here, and that helped a lot. His eyes were untrusting as he looked at Christophe, which Tweek could more than understand. Christophe had been tailing them all week, so much so even Gregory had actually set foot into Tweek Bros for the first time (of course with a disgusted look on his face) to confront Tweek and demanded to be told if Christophe was cheating. Tweek, who had been working alone was startled and terrified of the whole ordeal. All he could was shake his head before telling Gregory to leave.

Kyle, who Tweek was still on the fence about trusting, happened to be there and asked Tweek to tell him what was going on. Tweek had only been able to calm down once he was certain Gregory wouldn't be coming back with that rage in his eyes and the awful scowl on his usually impassive face. He had told Kyle that it was related to the play and asked the redhead to drop it. With reluctance that surprised Tweek, Kyle agreed and went back to his seat.

It was terrifying to be threatened by Gregory, for the simple fact that Gregory was not easy to anger, at all, and therefore didn't just go around threatening people. He was the opposite of Christophe in that regard, although it was possible to piss Gregory off, it seemed there was nothing people could do to get Gregory to shed that calm expression.

But he had, he had shed it right there in Tweek Bros, right in Tweek's face. And the problem? That didn't happen before. Unlike most of what had been going on, Tweek had watched the events of his second senior year unfold so far as they pretty much had when he had actually been seventeen. But now? Now Christophe was asking questions, Craig had told Clyde something Clyde probably shouldn't know, he and Craig had gone camping, and Gregory was yelling in his face in the middle of his work shift.

None of any of that had happened before. And Tweek didn't know what the fuck to do. He thought about asking Craig for his opinion, but then maybe he would make Craig nervous, or make him think that he hadn't liked their camping trip, which was the last thing Tweek wanted. He couldn't remember the last time they'd relaxed together like that, been alone without arguing or being afraid. Even in this weird time, they'd found peace, if only for a night.

"Ees he crying?" Christophe's words broke through Tweek's reflecting and the blonde jumped, wiping vigorously now to remove any tears from his eyes.

"Honey, calm down," Craig squeezed his hand, and Tweek tried to relax. "Where did you go, you looked a million miles away?" Craig said.

Tweek didn't want to answer that but he knew he had to say something. "Your boyfriend threatened me yesterday," Tweek said, ignoring Craig and glaring at Christophe. "Because you don't seem to have a shred of patience!"

"Wait Gregory did what?" Craig demanded, already looking pissed and that wasn't what Tweek wanted.

"Jesus! Not now Craig, I'm talking to Christophe," Tweek growled, and Craig to his credit took a step back, willing to let Tweek handle it for now, though his expression told Tweek he wasn't dropping it by a long shot.

"Oh really? And what did Gregory say?" Christophe looked uneasy, though Tweek couldn't tell why. It seemed to take a lot of Christophe's spare time to be tailing him and Craig so much, which wouldn't leave the brunette with much other time to cheat or anything else.

"He came into Tweek Bros and demanded I tell him if it's true that you're cheating on him with Craig or I," Tweek had his arms crossed. "It gave me a fucking panic attack man!"

"Oh… sheet," Christophe grumbled. "Zis ees not good."

"Are you cheating?" Tweek pressed.

"…Oui, et non," Christophe said with a sigh. "I've been avoiding Gregory because Stanley Marsh and I-

"What the fuck did you do with Stan?" Craig interrupted, his jaw hanging open. "Did he pay you?"

"Craig!" Tweek hissed.

"Ok fine sorry," Craig said, backing off again.

"Stan and I got together to complain about our relationships," Christophe said. "But nothing happened, we just…we hang out sometimes. And for ze record zis ees really rich coming from Gregory."

"You…hang out sometimes?" Tweek repeated, not buying it. "Cut the crap man. Why would Gregory look so certain? He was angry."

"Did he hurt you?" Christophe asked, looking at the floor.

"…No. But that doesn't tell me shit about what you're hiding," Tweek said. "And I can tell you're hiding something."

"So are you!" Christophe argued. "And whether or not Stanley kissed me to comfort me and himself because he saw Wendy and Gregory kiss ees none of anyone's business!"

"Gregory did what?" Craig laughed. "And here I thought he wasn't that desperate for attention."

"Apparently I'm not enough," Christophe grumbled. "And zat hurts because…I'm not dumb! I'm not a bad boyfriend, I don't deserve zis!"

"I'm sorry Christophe," Tweek said softly. "I still don't like that you've been following us around, but you're right, you don't deserve that pain."

"Yeah, well eet doesn't matter. Eef Gregory doesn't need me, eef he really wants to control me while doing whatever ze fuck he wants zen he can bite me," Christophe growled, lighting another cigarette. "Eventually I'll be fine."

"I'm sorry dude," Craig said, breaking his silence. He looked over at Tweek. "Look, I don't think the best place to talk about my and Tweek's situation is a school bathroom. If you want we can all meet up at Starks Pond again, and we can talk more freely there."

"What do you say?" Tweek asked, hiding how much this was concerning him.

"Alright, zis evening should be fine," Christophe said.

Right on the heels of that conversation, Tweek had to go face the audition results, where he found none other than Gregory lurking outside the theater office.

"They definitely need to just start sending emails," Gregory grumbled, when he registered Tweek's presence.

"Why, you afraid you'll just have to accuse me of cheating on Craig with your boyfriend if we've got to be in each other's presence?" Tweek asked, rolling his eyes. "When we're on stage together oh whatever will you do?"

"I don't need your shit right now, Tweek," Gregory grumbled. "Something is wrong with Christophe and I, and I just want to fix it," the blonde said, angrily.

"How do you know you can?" Tweek asked. "You've...either directly or indirectly accused us all of cheating. How do you know you can come back from that?"

"Mkay boys, here's the cast list," Mr. Mackey said, poking his head and arms out of the office door to post the list on the bulletin board to the left. He immediately withdrew once his task was complete. "Assume I'm not in the office if you have any questions," Mr. Mackey called through the door.

"Shall we?" Gregory asked, sighing as he approached the list. Tweek followed behind, pushing slightly through the tiny crowd to get to the list. As soon as he saw his name he withdrew, a small smile of victory on his face.

"I'm MacBeth?" Gregory asked, clearly thinking this must be a joke. "I didn't even audition for that part."

"Well who did you audition for?" Tweek asked, relieved that this was playing out (mostly) as it had six years ago.

"Lady MacBeth, of course," Gregory grumbled. "The only part in MacBeth worth playing."

"I don't know," Tweek said, glancing at a trio who was currently dancing in a circle and cackling to one another. "Kyle, Kenny and Stan seem pretty jazzed to be the three witches…" Tweek said.

"That's highway robbery from the Goths and we both know it," Gregory sighed. "But, regardless, congrats on getting the part of Lady MacBeth."

"Same to you," Tweek said, feeling exhausted, but relieved. History had played out in his favor today, giving him the same part he had played all those years ago. Maybe he really could pull off this whole "being back in time" thing.

Feeling bold, Tweek turned to Gregory and said, "You know, if you want to fix things with Christophe, talk to him. And actually listen to whatever he has to say."

The Brit tilted his head in confusion. "Why are you giving me advice?" Gregory demanded.

"Why not? You sure don't seem like you're on top of your game," Tweek said. "And after coming into my parents' store the way you did, the least you could do is hear me out."

"Fine, I'll consider your advice," Gregory said, with a sigh. "I'm just...afraid I can't reverse the past."

"You never know," Tweek said casually, smiling as he walked away.

"And you expect me to believe zis?" Christophe asked, lighting another cigarette.

"It's the truth," Craig said, squeezing Tweek's hand comfortingly. "Whether or not you believe it is up to you."

There was a long pause that Christophe spent staring aggressively at Tweek and Craig's faces, studying them. But then the moment ended and Christophe nodded.

"I believe you," he said. "Eef you tell me you really do not know why you are here, why you 'ave been given a second chance at high school of all things, zen I seem to 'ave no choice but to believe you or consider you insane."

"I certainly feel insane sometimes," Tweek said, drinking from his thermos. "But it's true."

"Can we trust you?" Craig demanded, staring Christophe right in the eyes.

"Oui, I'll keep zis secret with you," Christophe said, nodding. "Eet would seem I'm in need of...friends, and of all ze people to 'ave to tolerate, you two are not ze worst."

"Thanks, I guess," Craig said, rolling his eyes. "And with that dazzling review, we'll be leaving now."

"Au revoir," Christophe said, as Craig squeezed Tweek's hand again and led him back in the direction of the car.

...

As soon as Tweek and Craig walked through the door of the Broflovski house on Saturday afternoon, they found Kyle arguing with his mother.

"But bubbeleh," Sheila Broflovski complained as Kyle shoved a plate of food back in her face, "these are traditional!"

"Don't call me that ma, and just...order pizza, please," Kyle hissed, turning and discovering the couple's presence in his living room.

"Hey guys!" Kyle said, his expression changing from agony to cheer as he approached Tweek and Craig, pointing upstairs towards his room. "We'll all be up there, you can head up if you want," he said, and Craig took Tweek's hand, leading the way away from whatever showdown was going on between Kyle and his mom.

When Craig and Tweek got to Kyle's room, Token, Clyde and Stan were already there. "Hey dudes!" Stan said, waving nicely. Tweek noticed Craig stiffen slightly, but said nothing. Apparently they weren't on great terms, but not terrible terms either, which was still leagues better than their first go around of high school, where Stan and Craig tore each other apart every chance they got.

Everyone had laptops and sheets of paper with campus photos bursting with color in the background of the contact and application information. The whole floor was practically covered as all the boys were crowding together.

"Hey everyone," Craig said, leading Tweek over to an open space near Clyde. To Tweek's horror, Clyde winked like they had a shared secret right. in. front. of. Token.

Thankfully Token didn't notice, already having dove into filling out the applications.

"Hey dudes!" Clyde said, happily greeting Tweek and Craig. "Congrats on getting that part you wanted Tweek!"

"Oh yeah!" Kenny said, walking in the room. "Congrats Tweek!"

"Gah! Thanks!" Tweek cried, hoping if he hid behind Craig people would stop staring at him.

"I thought you were going to take a gap year, Kenny," Token said, evidently confused.

"Well, yeah!" Kenny said. "But I'm here for Kyle-

"Kyle?" Stan asked, apparently not clued in on whatever was going on.

"Here I am!" Kyle said, rushing into the room, his hair sticking out messily from under his hat and his jacket hanging slightly off one shoulder. No one could miss how red his face was, or the marks all over his neck. "We should get started once Jimmy and the girls get here-

"The girls?" Stan asked, blushing slightly as he became aware of how much of a broken record he was being.

"Yes, girls," Kyle said, shaking his head. "Wendy, Heidi and Bebe all wanted to be here to fill out applications together. Plus, I promised them free pizza."

"And who could turn that down?" Stan grumbled.

"Trouble in paradise, Stan?" Kenny asked.

"I'm just tired of secrets being kept from me," Stan said, crossing his arms and leaning back against Kyle's bed. He held up one of the sheets of paper, the photos of flowers and redbrick buildings blurring as Stan waved his arm back and forth. "How am I supposed to leave her for college if I can't fucking get a true story to ever come out of her mouth?!"

"You and Wendy are choosing different schools?" Clyde asked, clearly wanting in on the gossip.

"She wants to go across the country for...politics," Stan said, rolling his eyes. "Of course I support her, but I can't get into Yale! Or Harvard!"

"Not with that attitude," Kenny said, laughing.

Stan didn't join in. "I'm tired of feeling left out," he said, shaking his head. But this time he stared pointedly at Kyle, before looking away.

It took Tweek a moment to realize a lot of eyes had turned to him and Craig, although the noirette was lost in opening applications up on their shared laptop. "Gah! What?!" Tweek cried, taking a drink from his thermos.

"How do you and Craig do it?" Token asked. Tweek saw a few others nod along, even Butters, who had only just entered the room and was seated beside Kenny, who quickly took to petting the top of the blushing blonde's head.

"Do what?" Craig asked, zoning back into the conversation.

"How do you guys stay together?" Stan pressed. "You guys must have some secret."

"Uh, well we love each other, so it's not too difficult," Craig said, shrugging at the disappointed looks on everyone's faces.

Tweek sighed, unable to put on a show. "That's not entirely true."

Every head turned to look at him. Instinctively he wanted to disappear, but he shoved it down so he could actually fucking speak for once.

Tweek ignored the look on Craig's face and continued. "It isn't easy, it hasn't been easy, and the only reason we're together is because we love each other, and thought that was enough to make us invincible. But recently we've learned it's not. Relationships take work, really hard work. And it sucks, because love is supposed to be fun, not a job. But in a way it's the best job in the world because if you do it right, you'll never be alone," Tweek said, rushing through what he had to say before anyone could stop him. "I'm not going to sit here and pretend Craig and I are above anyone. I can't seem to get my words right, and Craig, well he never fucking listens, but we're trying, and that's...all we can do," Tweek said, taking another nervous drink from his thermos.

"Well, shit," Kenny said, as Kyle's mom walked in with boxes of pizza. "Who would've guessed Tweek and Craig would have troubles in paradise?"

"Language Kenny," Mrs. Broflovski said as she walked back out of the room. Once she was gone Kenny shrugged and reached for a slice of pizza.

"It's true," Craig said, causing Tweek to look over at him. "We've had it kind of rough lately, but we're putting in work to try and fix it, and that's all that I care about. That when it's hard we don't give up, don't quit on each other, you know?"

Everyone nodded, and Stan sighed. "I should call Wendy and see where she is-

"No need!" Chirped a happy female voice from the doorway. "Kyle where should Heidi put the sodas and water we brought?"

"Girls rock," Clyde said as Bebe walked in and the pair locked eyes.

"Quit thinking from your pants Clyde," Craig said, rolling his eyes.

"I missed you," Wendy said, giving Stan a kiss before sitting down next to him. "Sorry we took so long to get here."

"No worries," Stan said, smiling softly at Wendy. "Just glad you're here now."

"Alright, now that we're all here, let's get to filling these applications out," Kyle said, smiling at everyone deviously. "I've come up with a race, whoever fills out all their applications first gets free movie tickets for next weekend."

"Sounds good," everyone agreed, thrilled by the thought of a free trip to the movies as they all set out to fill out their applications.

Within three hours Tweek was done applying to seven different schools, his pre-prepared essays having come in handy. Next to him Craig was just about done as well, their lists of schools matching up perfectly as they had when they'd first applied to colleges.

For a moment Tweek was nervous that they might not get into the same schools this time around, but he tried to calm himself by reminding his brain he couldn't control the future, only the here and now.

"You're done?" Token noticed Craig and Tweek sitting back, a skeptical look on his face. "I don't believe it."

"Well luckily for all of you it doesn't matter anyway," Tweek said. "Craig and I can't use the tickets because we're in the fall play next weekend."

"Oh shit," Kenny and Stan said, deflated as realization hit. We're in that too! We can't win either!"

Tweek laughed, all too able to believe that his peers would forget their own calendars.

"So now what?" Stan complained.

"What do you mean "now what?" There's still plenty of us who could use those tickets," Bebe said, smirking. "Just bow out gracefully and wait and see who wins."

Crossing his arms, Stan leaned back against Kyle's bed and grumbled to himself like the sore loser he was.

"It's fine, Stan," Wendy said with a smile on her face. "We'll go after the play, my treat."

"Well that does sound pretty fun," Stan said with a small smile returning to his face.

The party wasn't anywhere near winding down when Tweek got a text from Craig asking if he was ready to bail. Tweek nodded and got to his feet, holding out a hand for Craig once the noirette had packed up their laptop and application papers.

"Leaving already?" Kyle asked, as Tweek and Craig passed him on their way to the door.

"Yup, places to be," Craig said, smirking slightly.

"He means they're gonna go have sex," Kenny said to Kyle helpfully, who swatted Kenny on the arm until the blonde was laughing, still running his fingers through Butters' hair.

"I think they were trying to be more discreet than that, Kenny," Kyle said, rolling his eyes.

"Nah, it's cool, we are gonna go have sex," Tweek said with a shrug, enjoying the surprised looks on everyone's faces as they turned to look at him.

"Oh yeah, excuse us please," Craig said excitedly, now practically dragging Tweek out the door.

"Never fails," Tweek said, high fiving Craig as they made their way down the driveway.

"Oh totally, did you see Kyle? His face was red as a tomato!" Craig said laughing.

Tweek sighed, knowing Craig like the back of his hand. "Did you still wanna go have sex anyways?" He asked with a small smile on his face.

Craig lit up at his boyfriend's words, "Like you had to ask," he said, shaking his head as he took Tweek's hand.