To cleanse his conscience, to make Tweek know that he'd forgiven him for the phone call, and to generally stop being an ass as it seemed he had been doing all week, Craig drove Tweek out of South Park.

Craig's dad had been pretty disagreeable about Craig taking his truck to who-knows-where. But Craig convinced him that it was either that, or he finally got his own car.

Craig would do this every so often. He would basically kidnap Tweek from the horrors of South Park and take him somewhere amazing. It was always somewhere different each time, so that way it never became boring or touristy. And he would always bring his favorite camera and four or five lenses and filters.

The first time they did this was a bit difficult. Tweek didn't completely trust him still. This was like freshman year or something, and they'd barely been dating for four weeks. Tweek was still on a bad coffee buzz from his dad's coffee, which was before a Starbucks came into town. (After the Wal Mart disaster, the smarter citizens of South Park were wary to let a big corporation come into town, like Starbucks.) Also, Craig didn't have a license.

So it was pretty difficult. But he decided to go to a place of few cops and no coffee joints where it was quiet enough not to make Tweek flinch every minute.

He put the child lock on in Tweek's parents' car to keep Tweek from trying to escape and he drove them off into a tiny little patch of country a few hours away from home. Ok, a night's drive.

Tweek didn't stop twitching and spazzing out when they were on the freeway, but when Craig found a little back road he got a bit quieter. Still freaking out, but less vocal, really. He fell asleep finally in the passenger seat, reclined, listening to the radio.

By morning, Tweek woke up in the car, which was parked in the middle of a golden field. The grass was dry and tall, so unattended, it went up to Craig's shoulders, which is about up to Tweek's eyes.

Tweek's first reaction was to jump up and start screaming, but the moment Craig noticed Tweek's eyes open, he wrapped his arms around him. Which froze Tweek completely.

The only thing that could.

"It's ok," Craig had said, pulling Tweek to sit up in his arms. "We're here."

Craig coaxed Tweek out of the car and they walked a bit out into the field, leaving a trail of flattened grass. It went on for miles and miles all around. And it was so quiet. It was just nice.

Craig led Tweek as he walked subtly to the right when they were far enough out, and they just talked while Craig would snap a sudden shot of Tweek every now and then. After about half an hour of this, Craig stopped at the spot he started.

"Crop circle." He stated, grinning like a dork.

And for a moment, Tweek didn't think about abduction when he heard the word.

Craig pulled his camera out of his bag for the fifteenth time and told Tweek to smile. He did, as much as a hyped up teenager could, and Craig looked it over on the tiny screen.

"I thought you believed pictures like that are phony." He stated later on, burrowed into Craig lying across the back of the car.

"Yeah, but this one's for me." And he kissed Tweek right next to his mouth.

Tweek smiled for real then and said, "I won't tell anyone if you don't." And he kissed Craig on the lips for the first time.

Back to the present, and Craig was just thinking about all this while driving a very wistful Tweek on the feeder roads. Tweek was quiet and staring out the window and Craig was searching for something on the radio that was actually music.

When Tweek wasn't daydreaming, he would chime up a bit surprisingly and find something to apologize for. Clearly, he was still upset about the phone call. Things like,

"Hey, Craig? Remember the time I fell asleep at your house and the next morning your alarm clock didn't go off and we were both late for school? That was me. I'm sorry."

And Craig would say, "Its ok."

They drove on for a few more hours, every so often Tweek repenting a little bit more. By the time it was dark, Craig found what he was looking for.

It was a beach house. Big and dusty and looking abandoned, right there on the cold beach. The thing about beaches is that they aren't full of tourists when they aren't all 'fun in the sun'. So they were kind of peaceful.

"Whose house is this?" Tweek asked, amazed and looking it up and down as they climbed the stairs outside.

"Token's. But he hasn't used it since he was ten, so it's pretty much forgotten about." Craig tried the knob, which was a no go. Then he went around to the third sand covered window and like magic pulled a key out from under the sill.

"Wow."

"Yeah," Craig said, unlocking the door. "When we were kids, I made Token take me and Clyde with him one summer here. And I remembered where they kept the spare."

Walking in, Craig went into a back room while Tweek looked around the dim living room and tried to spy a light switch.

"So will they be mad about us using it?" He called out, settling for a stained glass-looking lamp.

After a bit of shuffling in the back and a loud crash, Craig came back out. "Not as mad as they will be about that." And he pulled out a bottle of century old wine from behind his back.

"The other one was better," He added, walking to the kitchen. "But it kind of had a little accident."

He went through several drawers and finally found a corn screw.

"It's a really nice place when it's clean, I swear. I wish we had known you better back then so you could have seen it." He twisted the screw and pulled out the cork with a notable POP.

"No," Tweek said, smiling at Craig over the bar. "I think it's really nice like this."

Craig smiled back, glad to get a positive response. "Wanna go look around upstairs? I think they have a pool table, unless they got rid of it."

Tweek nodded, leading Craig up. "It's really big…" He sounded nervous and Craig took it as his cue. He stopped Tweek, handing him the bottle, and went up. After a moment of fumbling around, the lights turned on.

Tweek sighed lightly with relief and went the rest of the way up.

Craig wasn't in sight though, so Tweek called out, freaked out. "Craig??"

"I'm in here!" Craig called out of a room down a hall.

Tweek found him in a bedroom, on the bed. "Is this Token's room?" He asked and took a swing of the wine. Which was obvious by the purple-ness and all the T's everywhere. God, Token was vain as a kid.

Craig nodded, reaching out to take a gulp of the wine himself. "Yeah." He bounced on the bed a little. Then with a grin toward Tweek he said, "You know what would reeeeaaaally creep him out?"

Tweek took his time to answer that question by taking several gulps of the sweet wine. When he felt warm enough, he just said, "Hey Craig? Remember that time you tried to kiss me before we were together and I called you a cannibal? I'm really sorry about that…"