A/N: Originally part of one long chapter but I decided to split it up, so sorry if this chapter seems filler-ish.

It was a rather hot and humid morning, droplets upon droplets of sweat trickled down Clyde's forehead. His clothing which was slightly drenched with sweat clung unto him leaving him feeling uncomfortable, wanting to lessen the heat and with nothing to fan himself with, he decided to use his hands but that was nothing more than a futile attempt to cool off as it weren't giving him much air, he looked over to his left to see a very irritated Stan who seemed to be in the same situation as him.

"Jeez, summer at South Park isn't normally this hot, fucking hell…this heat is infuriating." Stan sighed, as he wiped the sweat that was caught on his eyebrows.

"Global Warming?"

"Fuck off, Clyde."

Clyde pouted, Stan was obviously in a bad mood, but that doesn't mean it's okay for him to shut him down just like that, Clyde decided that he'd had enough of his grumpy co-worker's face so he turned his head to his right to see Craig who looked to be equally as irritated as Stan. Clyde immediately felt that something was off when he saw his other friend, did he get taller? Nope, he's still as tall as ever, lose weight? Nope, he still looks the same, did he get a haircut? Nope, same jet-black hair as always. So then what was it? Why does it seem like there's something off with his friend? Clyde thought hard, what was wrong with him…? He knew it was Craig but he couldn't understand why something just felt so off with him…wait a minute…Hair? Normally Craig's hair wasn't visible so why did…?

"Holy shit dude, where the hell is your weird hat?"

"What?"

"You're not wearing your weird hat thing, I can see your hair! I can actually see your hair!" Clyde cried out dumbly.

"So? It's freaking hot as hell out here, why should I wear my hat? Do you want me to die from heat stroke?" Craig replied with an unamused expression.

"Bu-But it's like your trademark! You can't be Craig without your weird blue hat! Just like Stan here can't be Stan without his red poofball hat!

"What the fuck are you talking about? I am not wearing my hat either."

"Huh?"

Clyde's eyes went wide when he saw that Stan was indeed not wearing his usual cap, how did he not notice before? A shiver then went down his spine as he realized that he was in the middle of a grumpy raven-haired sandwich. Craig and Stan looked so similar that he couldn't help being slightly disturbed. Clyde decided to keep quiet, feeling intimidated by the two.

Stan and Craig looked at each other in response to their friend's sudden silence, but just shrugged it off, relieved that Clyde finally stopped talking.

"Dammit, where the hell are they?" Craig let out another sigh, the three of them have been waiting for almost two hours outside of Harbucks, which was currently closed since Token decided to hold off their operations this weekend and instead go on a Summer Retreat to the beach, which was a couple of towns away.

"Should I try calling Kenny again? He hasn't been answering his phone though, he must be out of range." Stan suggested.

"Token hasn't answered his phone either, it seems to be turned off…Jeez those fucking idiots, making us wait out here in the sun."

"Have you tried calling Tweek?"

"No, I don't have his number anyway." Craig said disappointedly.

"Shouldn't you have it by now?"

"W-what do you mean? W-why should I have it? W-we're not close! I don't need his number…I don't want it at all!" Craig blushed, honestly his denial is so apparent that it's almost tangible.

"Uh you're his boss?"

"O-oh…yeah."

"Well?"

"But I still don't have it though."

"You sure do make a great and capable boss." Stan's voice dripped with sarcasm, which of course didn't go unnoticed by Craig.

"Fuck you."

"Fuck you too."

"You guys, are freaking me out…it's like seeing two mirror images fight." Clyde broke his silence and decided to speak up.

It was right after that sentence that a sleek silver luxury vehicle parked in front of the three boys. The door then opened to reveal Token, looking annoyingly handsome and cool in his designer shirt and his stylish sunglasses…the worst part is that he doesn't seem to be sweating at all.

"Well, well, well…look who finally decided to show up! We were waiting for two hours in this tremendous heat, where have you been?" Clyde nagged.

"What are you talking about? I am thirty minutes early, look…"

The three checked Token's fancy watch, and indeed it did say that it was thirty minutes earlier than their supposed meeting time.

"Didn't you guys synchronize your watches with me yesterday? You know you had to do that right? Especially you Clyde since your watch is really flunky…I am not really surprised this happened to Clyde but not to you guys, didn't you have the decency to check your phones for the right time? Maybe I should buy you watches for Christmas?"

Craig and Stan mentally face palmed themselves, they should have never trusted Clyde with the time and they should have never believed his call when he said that they were late. Those two hours of waiting under the sun were all for naught.

"If it makes you feel any better how about I treat you guys to some ice cream?"

"Oh god, yes!" Clyde squealed.

"Thanks man, those words you said are like a Band-Aid to heal our depressed souls." Stan sighed.

"But still…that's suspiciously nice of you Token, you must be planning something aren't you?" Clyde accused.

"Okay, no ice cream for Clyde then."

"WHAT!? HEY!"

"Oooh did somebody say ice cream?" A familiar voice called out.

The gang looked to where the voice was coming from, from afar came Kenny who despite the heat still wore his usual orange parka except with its hood down, he held a duffel bag in his left hand and with his right he dragged the hand of a very tired looking Tweek.

"Great we're all here!"

"I didn't expect you guys to be here so early, Ugh it's so hot…so anyway what's the thing about ice cream?" Kenny said excitedly.

"These three have been waiting here in the heat for almost two hours, so I offered to treat them to ice cream, of course that offer extends to you guys too."

"Sweet!"

"Shouldn't we load our things in the car first before we go?" Stan suggested.

"Ah yeah, we probably should."

The six loaded up their luggage to Token's ridiculously expensive car, then afterwards went on their way to a nearby ice cream parlor. Clyde still got his ice cream, Token couldn't actually resist his dumb friend, poor thing still waited for two hours in the heat, and even if it was his fault, Token couldn't help but feel sorry for him. Nothing particularly interesting happened at the ice cream parlor, except for the fact that Kenny was disturbingly licking and sucking on his Popsicle as if it were a dick and that Tweek revealed that he hates coffee ice cream and instead prefers strawberry…what an unexpected plot twist.

And so the gang continued on riding the car to the beach, Clyde called shotgun but unfortunately Craig wanted it too so he uncharacteristically raced ahead of Clyde and sat down at the front seat, Ignoring the complains of his brunet friend, he flashed a mockingly smug smile…but then immediately regretted this action as he saw Clyde defeatedly sat next to Tweek at the back with his arms crossed, realization came to Craig that he could have had sat next to Tweek. Well it's not that he wanted to…Craig thought. But come on let's be honest here, he totally does.

"Why so glum, chum?" Token asked jokingly but he was honestly worried about his friend, he was currently driving and had his eyes on the road but at the very corner of his eye he noticed Craig's gloomy expression.

"It's nothing, ignore me."

"Yeah, ignore him Token! He's a dick…he totally disrespected the rules of riding shotgun!" Clyde scowled.

Craig presented his middle finger to the back of the car, or to be more specific, in front of Clyde's face.

"Dude, Craig's totally pms-ing." Clyde whispered to Stan who sat beside him, unfortunately Stan didn't hear him as he had earphones on and was imagining himself to be in a music video whilst looking through the car window and watching the trees pass by.

Clyde, who felt that his joke went by unappreciated by Stan, decided to whisper it to Tweek instead.

"Huh? What's wrong with Craig?" Tweek replied, which caught the attention of everyone.

"Aww come on Tweek, the joke went right over your head!"

"Joke? So Craig isn't really sick? What a relief." Tweek exhaled.

"Oh no, he's sick alright…Love Sick." Kenny chimed in, which again caught the attention of everyone, this caused a bit of a ruckus as it elevated the other's curiosity.

"Love Sick? Craig? That's impossible…wait with who?" Clyde said, curiosity was very apparent in his voice.

"Is that true?" Stan said, he somehow overheard the conversation despite wearing earphones.

"Dude is there something you haven't been telling us?" Token grinned.

"What the hell, Kenny?! Stop saying that crap about me, you're giving everyone the wrong idea!"

"Who is it Kenny?" Clyde asked, like hell will he pass this up, his curiosity levels are off the charts.

"Oh man, you'll be so surprised…once you know who it is, well maybe not because it's obvious." Kenny teased.

"Someone obvious?" Token repeated.

"Wait…do we know them?" Stan asked.

"Whoooooo the heeeeeell iiiiis iiit?!" Clyde said as he grabbed unto Kenny's parka.

"Clyde, shut up…" Craig protested, he was now beginning to regret agreeing on going on this trip, thanks to Kenny and Clyde, the quiet road trip he had wished for didn't occur, and instead his love life was in question. Craig felt a headache brewing up from all the noise and questioning that his friends have been doing, or perhaps it was due to staying for two hours in the heat a while back? Either way Craig felt like hell.

"Ugh, you guys are idiots…"

Craig sighed, bringing his hand to his forehead, he wanted to yell, but his headache seems to be getting worse, so he kept quiet instead, attempting to ignore the ruckus that was currently going on in the car. Much to his dismay he felt a poke on his shoulder, it was very gentle though, it was a poke that one would use to boop the nose of a baby or a very cute dog. Craig readied his middle finger then reluctantly turned his head to see who had poked him, but found his heart skipping a beat as his blue eyes met green.

"Craig?"

"Y-you...H-Hi." Craig, said awkwardly, Perhaps it was either because of the embarrassment of his cringey reply or that his face was only about three inches away from Tweek but Craig was about as red as a tomato right now.

"H-here." Tweek handed him a mostly full bottle of water, Craig instinctively accepted it from the blonde boy despite not being sure what to do with it.

"You're not feeling well right? You should drink that, you're probably dehydrated from staying too long in the sun earlier." Tweek smiled sweetly, true to Clyde's words he was indeed an angel amongst all these demons, demons whose names are Kenneth McCormick, Stanley Marsh, Clyde Donovan and Token Black.

"Thank you." Craig smiled back, genuinely happy that someone actually cares about him, and the fact that, that someone is Tweek.

"But um, I hope you don't mind that I already drank out of that." Tweek said worriedly, Craig had already twisted the cap off of the bottle and was preparing to drink it when he heard what the blonde had said.

"I-I don't mind." Craig replied as he drank from the bottle, ignoring the blush that was creeping up his cheeks at the thought of the fact that he and Tweek shared had an indirect kiss.