A/N: Alright, finally we progress in the story! Things are gonna start getting juicier, people ;DD

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Devious Plans in the Arcade

"Sorry we didn't get your coffee, dude," Craig apologized, as we stopped at my locker. "But that was some pretty interesting news Ken had to say." He proceeded to give the finger to someone that bumped into him.

"Ngh- it's okay. There's a reason I carry espresso beans around with me. For occasions like this," I replied, grinning and popping a bean. I don't know what I would've done without them, shivering at the thought.

Craig grinned back. "You know, we should just ditch English, too. Besides, our presentations are due today and we both know we didn't do shit on ours all week."

"Ngh," I twitched. "You're right. I blame you, though! You're the one who insisted on playing Game Sphere every night this week," I said, clumsily putting crap into my locker. I really should organize it one of these days. What if there was old food somewhere in there and there was a hidden colony of ants just waiting for me to move stuff around so they can attack me? Oh God…

"Well, come on. Shooting zombies in the head is a lot more entertaining than reading about The Firm," Craig said, making a face.

I half laughed at that. "I guess," I said, closing my locker gingerly with bits sticking through the door. "What if we both fail English, though? That would be the end of my life!" I said tensely, tugging at my half-buttoned shirt.

Craig just laughed. "Really? We could just live in the allies and mooch off people passing by," he said.

"Oh God! Don't even say that! Augh!"

"Sorry, sorry! So we're gonna go to the arcade now, then?" Craig asked happily.

Jeez… look at that face. How the hell could I say no?

"Yeah, yeah. Let's go," I said with a shy grin.

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Upon exiting the building, I inhaled deeply and sighed. Finally out of that cesspool of mindless teenage drama. Directing my gaze upwards, I took note of the weather; cold, but pretty much sunny. Looks like snow clouds to the west, though. I should be a meteorologist or something.

It didn't take much time for Craig to pull on his hoodie once again as the cool breeze nipped at our skin.

"It's sure nice out," I said, looking around and winking involuntarily at nothing.

"You always say that," Craig said with a smile.

Smiling back, I twitched and looked down at my shoes while we walked.

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"Aw, man! Why the hell is this place so damn busy on a school day?" Craig said bitterly as we walked through the arcade door.

"Well, it is Friday," I pointed out, looking around the dark room filled with neon lights and electronic sounds. I was sure happy South Park had a half decent arcade. I was surprised the regulars didn't get epileptic seizures from all the lights, though.

"Ah, whatever. DDR is being used by that Asian kid Yao, again," Craig said, rolling his eyes and flipping Yao off behind his back. "Come on, I'll kick you're ass at Monster Boxing 2!" he said enthusiastically, and with that he bounded off towards the other side of the arcade.

"Gah!" I said, twitching and running after the dark haired gamer.

When I got there, my best friend had already put in enough change for us both to fight each other. Oh, God. He really did kick my ass at this game, as much as I hate to admit it.

"Jeez, Tweek. You're being the vampire again? He sucks!" Craig teased, and glanced towards me. "No pun intended," he added.

I giggled accidentally at that and tugged my hair. "Well yeah, compared to the big iron piece of cr- crap you always are," I complained.

"Whatever. Let's go, asshole!"

So I clicked and rotated and punched the game, fighting for my virtual life.

"Damnnn…" I groaned. "You're so good!"

"Oh, I know" Craig said seductively. I bit my lip and started to falter in the game. God, he has a sexy voice… I mean, intimidating. Or something. Urgh!

BEOWW BUWW BOWW… the machine loudly alerted. PLAYER ONE WINS! PLAYER ONE WINS!

I frowned and put my hands behind my head, shaking a bit from the game. Well, like that wasn't expected.

"You got so owned," Craig said smugly, so close to my face I could smell his breath.

"Ngh!" I twitched in response. "Oh, fuck you!"

Craig turned around and stuck his ass out at me. "Go ahead!"

"Augh!" I cried, blushing. Good thing the room was dark…

Craig laughed and put his arm around me. "Goddamn, Tweek. You're so easy to get a reaction out of," he said, while directing me to another corner of the arcade. I knew he did it on purpose! Urg! Why was Craig so set on tormenting me? I swiveled my eyes to see his face better. Ngh… I feel so gay thinking this… but, I really do love it when he puts his arm around me... I always feel so warm, and safe, but unsafe at the same time. I bet he doesn't even realize what he's doing to me. I don't even know why I'm like this. I'm such a fag. I knew that having Kenny's tongue in my mouth made me-

"Uh, Tweek?"

When I stopped thinking so hard, I realized Craig had been staring right back into my eyes for who knows how long. We'd stopped walking.

Oh God, Oh Jesus what..?

We both just stood there in the more isolated part of the arcade. Craig's eyes were staring into mine. He lowered his gaze for a moment and then brought it back up, almost as if trying to make a decision or something. I could feel my mouth slightly open, as if waiting for me to say 'uh, Craig, what the crap?' but… nothing. Nothing came out. My eyes were too pre-occupied with making out Craig's features up close…

"Holy crap!"

My eyes shot open. Craig retracted his arm and we both immediately turned and saw the source of the high-pitched voice.

Damien stood with his eyebrows raised and mouth open. Oh Jesus! What was that stupid Satanist doing there?

"Augh!" I cried, and raised my hands defensively at nothing.

"Damien?" Craig said in a slightly shaken-up tone.

Damien smirked and cantered over, flicking his head to get his bangs out of his face. His eyes shrouded in black makeup were staring a hole right through my head.

"What are you two doing back here?" he said, in his obnoxious voice.

"Oh God!" My mind was swimming, and I was twitching like nuts. "We're just going over to the, the uh, DDR machine! Yeah! Jesus Damien, don't be such a creepy little douche!" I went on, paying no heed to how defensive I sounded.

Craig swallowed hard and regained his composure. "Yeah, retard. Get lost or else I'll make you!" he joined in, flexing a fist towards Damien.

"Hehe… rightio then, guys," he said coolly with a shrug. "See you at school on Monday," he finished with a devious grin. With that, he was gone.

Goddamnit.

What the hell just happened here?!

Seriously??

"Fuck, you get caught in the middle of a brain fart by one emo little asshole and…" Craig trailed off nervously and looked at me.

"Ngh- uh, y-yeah. That kid hangs out with Pip too much, too. Did you notice that he said 'rightio'?" I asked, beginning to smile and calm down.

"Hah yeah! What a stupid french wannabe!" Craig said, rubbing his arm and looking away.

I twitched. "So yeah, let's go see if Yao's off the DDR machine yet," I said after a moment.

"Hell yes! That's the main reason I wanted to come here today," Craig said with anticipation in his voice, and began his way over to the machine.

I hung back a moment and tried to reflect on what just happened here. Oh, dear God. I knew that during that moment… I wanted Craig so badly. I wished so much I could have a memory of Craig's lips on mine instead of Kenny's… I can't believe it.

I have a crush on my best friend?!

Mouth still gaping, I turned my head and saw Craig pulling his hoodie off once again at the DDR machine. Just what exactly was… Craig doing before? I can't get that image of his eyes out of my mind… they looked… he couldn't be…

I turned forwards again and looked at the dark floor, shaking nervously. My mind kept going back and forth from Craig to everyone else. Everyone at our school. Oh, Jesus. Was I really thinking what I was thinking??

He was the one that teased me all the time… it wouldn't be so bad if I pulled something on him, would it? I mean, a guy has made out with me before and I survived the gossip… God, the curiosity was obviously driving me mad. I was so much more than paranoid now; I was plain insane and evil for planning to start a rumor about my best friend.

Why do I insist on putting so much pressure on myself??

A/N: -GASP- That evil Tweek. :o Damien must have left behind evil vibes before he took off. XD

What exactly is Tweek planning? Will it be so bad after all? What will become of this all?

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