Craig picked up his cell phone and dialed a number on it. It was Sunday evening and both he and Tweek had a huge test coming up. Craig let the phone ring a little until a familiar voice picked up. "Hey, Clyde!" he greeted. "Haven't spoken to you in a while… how's everything going?" He listened to the deep voice on the other end and nodded. "Ah, cool..."

"Hey… Craig? I need to get some sleep…" Tweek muttered, poking his boyfriend on the shoulder. "You have any more sleeping pills?"

"Haha… hang on a sec, Clyde." Craig covered the phone with his hand. "Yeah, they're over there in the cupboard, Tweek." He pointed in the direction of the cupboard and went back to his chat. Tweek smiled. He also missed Clyde and Kenny and all those other guys… Heck, he even missed Cartman. "Say hi to him for me." He walked over to the cupboard and took out a small prescription bottle, popping two pills out. He knew he'd need two of them to completely calm down. Craig took two at a time sometimes, anyways. He popped them in to his mouth and swallowed a bit of water to get them down. "Nnn… 'Night, Craig," he said, taking his shirt off and slipping into his bed. Craig smiled back. "G'night, Tweek. Don't let the bed bugs bite."

"GAH! B-b-bed bugs?!"

"I'm only joking. You know I'd get them first anyways. 'Night."

"N-night…"

Craig laughed, turning back to his conversation with his old friend. "So? How are you getting by without me?"

"Got lots of porn… umm… yup. And Kenny's pretty much stopped hanging with Stan and Kyle… oh, I guess you didn't know, but Stan and Wendy are over… and Kyle's secretly crushing on Stan… but everyone knows about it except Stan. And don't even get me started on Butters…" Clyde said excitedly over the line. Craig stopped him. "I won't get you started, then. Jeez, it's like I still lived there. You keep me up to date on all the gossip, you crazy pervert. How's Kenny been, anyway?"

Clyde grinned. "Ask him yourself, Craig! He's right here." There was a bit of shuffling as Kenny grabbed the phone from Clyde. "Craig? Awesome!" Craig heard Kenny say over the line. "What's up, Craig? You almost never call!"

"Hey Kenny," Craig said. "How's it going?"

"Awesome! Clyde asked me over tonight so we could study. My parents and Kevin don't know, though… not like they'd care too much. I got so drunk yesterday…"

Craig flinched. "Oh… Oh God, Kenny. You okay?"

"Yeah. A bit hung over, but we're fine."

"We're fine? What did you do to Clyde?"

"Nothing I did to you, that's for sure," Kenny answered. "No no no, Craig; you are special enough that I'd respect what happened that night to be on a down-low. Ha ha!" Kenny said. Craig gave a sigh of relief (Is it relief, though? He wondered). "Good. He won't have to go through what I did…"

"You never told us about that, anyways. What happened?" Kenny asked. Craig began to tremble. "N-nothing really…" he whispered. Kenny didn't buy it. "C'mon, tell us."

"Okay… well… I can't… but it's why I'm here," Craig said finally after much nervous hesitation. Kenny and Clyde were silent. "Holy… Oh my God, Craig. It's my fault?" Kenny asked, breaking the eerie silence that seemed to so quickly overcome the chatterboxes.

"No, not at all, Kenny!" Craig insisted. "It's my fault for being such an emotional pussy…" He neglected to shed light on the full story, thinking Clyde didn't need to hear about it yet. He thought Kenny would have told him already, anyway.

Clyde pressed a button on the phone from the other line and it went on speakerphone. "Hey," Clyde said. "So… let's talk about something else…"

"Okay," Craig agreed, glad to change the subject. "So what's your status now? Still sliding into girls day and night?" he asked. Good old-fashioned guy perv-talk! Clyde laughed. "Nah. Me and Bebe split up last week… for about the tenth time since we got together in the first place. We're like the new Stan and Wendy." Craig laughed, too. "And," Clyde continued, "Kenny got her on the rebound. He's giving her a bit of payback for me."

"How so?"

"I'm basically acting like I'm drunk all the time and abusing her. It's pretty fun," Kenny said. "So you're not mad, Clyde?" Craig asked. "Nope. Not one bit. She's a bitch. I'm more into people like you."

"Et moi, of course," Kenny said. He was doing well in his French class now, apparently. Kenny always was good with languages… Except English. Nobody could understand him under that big thick orange coat of his. "Ah, oui, mon ami," Clyde agreed, in a very English-like version of French. Kenny giggled like a teenage girl, putting on a fake high-pitched voice. "Oh, Clyde, Voulez-vous couchez avec moi?" A silence, then the three boys burst out laughing. "You're such a bi-sexual piece of crap, Kenny," Clyde said. Kenny scoffed. "Who, me? I'm just like you and Craig! Come on! I like it up the butt sometimes, okay?"

They laughed again. "God I miss you guys," Craig said. Just then he heard Clyde's mom (or was that his dad?) call him to help them. "Be right back," the brunette said. He left the room, leaving Craig and Kenny to talk. "Hey…" Kenny said. "I'm… I'm sorry I got you drunk… that time…"

"It's my fault, Kenny," Craig said again. "I shouldn't have leaned on Tweek so much. Besides, you were just trying to help. At the time, you did."

Kenny sighed. "But I still feel really bad about it…"

"Shhh…" Craig soothed, much in the way he would to Tweek. "Even if it was accidental, it still meant something. Kenny… we have history. You're… really special to me."

History?

"You have no idea how gay that sounded," Kenny scoffed. "Even so," Craig muttered. "I have a boyfriend and I… well, there was that night… I think it's safe to say I'm gay."

"Yeah," Kenny agreed. "But it was still kinda touching."

"Like I said, you're kind of special to me."

"Am I special to you, Craig?" Clyde asked, coming back into the room. "Of course," Craig said. "You… you stuck by me all that time, too. I owe you a lot. I love ya," he said.

Love?

Clyde smiled to himself, and though Craig couldn't see it, he and Kenny exchanged an affectionate, almost loving stare. They smiled to each other and Clyde felt himself get a bit teary. "Craig… Thanks. We miss you. So much."

"I miss you too. Jeez… I feel a bit like crying. I'm still such an emotional pussy."

"Don't be like that!" Kenny said. "Don't be mopey… be happy!"

"I will. Thanks. I should go… I really want to see you soon. If I ever get to come back, I'll make sure you guys get something special outta me."

Something special?

"Yeah… ditto."

"I should go… I have to study for a biology test tomorrow. Talk to you later."

"See ya, Craig."

"Bye. Love you guys." He hung up, sighing. Wow… I need to get over that night… over Kenny and Clyde and focus on my work here… focus on Tweek, too… I just want to forget… But he couldn't forget. The scars still nipped at him, even when he tried to get drunk to distract himself. A tear fell down his cheek. "It… it felt so right… at the time… How could I let myself do it? Kenny… he seemed so warm then…" He sighed. "Tweek… you were so worried and I was so unfaithful… How could you take me back?"

He saw the blonde he had addressed lying still in his bed. No significant twitches... just a little bit of shaking and mild jerks here and there. Craig decided to think that he was asleep and went back to his studies.

He didn't stop once to think that a certain blonde coffee-addict had been listening to his entire conversation.

A/N: More reviews. Mooooore. xP

So. As the summary suggests, there is drama in this story, but I've been a total butthead and left it till just now with all the fluff I had planned. Don't worry, there will be more fluff… but for now, it's all drama and angst.

There were many allusions in this chapter to "that night," which I'll get around to writing… maybe tomorrow. If I get lossa reviews. 'Kay?

The good stuff is just on its way.

Also, French isn't my strongest point, so please correct me if I misspelled anything or my grammar is incorrect.

"Don't be Mopey, be happy!" is a phrase my friend said to me… so I felt a strong connection there and had to relate it to myself.

Remember; REVIEW.