I woke up to my mother shaking me. "Tweek!" she said. I looked around the room. My mom was standing at my bedside. She had not left to go to Vermont. I pulled her into a hug letting the tears flow. "Tweek what is wrong?" she said rubbing my back. It was something she would do to try and soothe me when I was anxious. "I just had this bad dream." I whispered. She sat beside me. I studied her face, not ever wanting to forget it. "Well," she said moving my hair out of my face, "your bad dream is over and everything is okay."

"Is it though?" I asked. Mom gave me a questionable look. "What do you mean sweetie?" "We run a meth business! The police could bust down our doors any minute and take you away!" I said with tears falling down my face. I did not want to lose my mother. She was the only thing that kept me sane, or as close as I could be,

Mom kissed my forehead. "Do not worry Tweek. The cops will not be able to catch us." Hearing that made me calm down a little.

Something was bothering me though. In my dream, my dad beat my mom. I have never suspected that though. My dad is clearly infatuated with my mom. He would never lay a hand on her. But I could not get that out of my head. "Mom..." I said quietly. "Yes?" I looked down at my hands, they were covered in scars. Years of meth and paranoia will do that to you. "Does dad hit you?" "No. Why do you ask?" she asked. "Well...in my dream dad did. Then I gave you some things to escape and run away." I said slowly. I did have money stashed in the closest, but I did not want mom to know. "He would never do anything to me. You know why?" I shook my head yes. "One, because he loves me with everything in him. Just in case though, I did tell him if he ever did anything I would expose him and run away before they could catch me."

I was in shock to here my mother say this. I would have never pictured her to say things like that, especially to my father of all people. She giggled. "I can tell that you are shocked about this. But that is one of the reasons that your father wanted to marry me. He knew that he could trust me no matter what, but still be independent and save myself." she said rubbing my cheek. "Your father wants you to find someone like that."

I rolled my eyes. I did not want to find a partner for this business, because I did not want to be a part of it. I was going to run away once school was over and I had graduated. That is why I had that money in my closet. I have been saving ever since I could remember. I would do odd jobs that were willing to pay.

"What if I do not want one? What if I do not want to run the business?" I asked. My mom smiled at me, "That is fine. Your father would be hurt, but I think he would understand. Sometimes he just forgets it." she said. I rolled my eyes again. She kissed my forehead, "I know you do not think this, but he does love you."

There was a knock on my door. "Hey, it dad. Craig is downstairs." I looked at mom confused. I do not remember Craig mentioning that he was coming over. "Okay. Tell him I will be down in a few." Mom got up and walked to the door. She turned around, "You still love him don't you honey."

Did I still love Craig? I know that it destroyed my heart when he left me. I thought after that I would never love him again. But, my heart does flutter whenever he is around. He calms me down when I am nervous. He makes me blush by just looking at me.

"You do not have to answer Tweek." my mom said closing the door.

I threw on a shirt and some jeans. I chose not to even look at my wild hair. Running my fingers through it, I ran down the stairs taking two at a time. I turned to go into the kitchen when I ran into Craig. "Agh!" I yelled as I fell down. Craig caught me mid-fall. "Are you okay?" he asked. I looked at him, our eyes meeting. There was a slight blush on his face. "I am f...fine." I whispered, moving away from him.

I quickly adjusted my shirt as I walked to my mom. "Here you go sweetie." she said handing me my lunch. "Thank you." I said glancing at Craig. My mind wandered back to my dream. Him holding me close. It was calming. My body ached for that. I did not realize how much I missed it.

My dad's cough brought me back to reality. "Well, I think you two should be going. You do not want to be late." he said leaning against the counter. "Especially on the second day of school." my mom chimed in. I kissed her on the cheek quickly and started toward Craig. "It was good to see you again." my dad said. "It was nice to see you too, Mr. Richard." Craig responded. My dad laughed, "Call me Richard." I looked at my dad then Craig. Unless you knew him you would not be able to see that Craig was in shock. I knew when we fake dated, my dad scared him. He would always say that there was something serious about my dad that he did not want to see. "Okay." he whispered.

"Have fun today you two!" my mom said as we walked out the door.

Once the door was shut, I let out a sigh of relief. "Why did you come here!" I asked, my voice sounding harsh. I felt a pain after the words left my mouth. "As I said, I wanted to get to know you again Tweek." he said walking. I walked alongside him, "Oh yeah..."

There was an awkward silence. I could feel my anxiety rising. I hated these types of silences. Absolutely hated them. There was something about them that made me feel that I was being watched. Like there was a spotlight on me to say something. Out of habit, I started to pick at my hands in hopes of calming down. Craig put his hand on mine. "I see that this is still the same." I shook my head. "To be honest not a lot has changed about me. So you will probably be disappointed that I am the same messed up person that you left behind." In the corner of my eye, I saw Craig flinch.

Did that hurt him? Did he feel bad when he left me?

Before I could ask Craig said, "I liked the old Tweek." A blush came over my face. "W...well what about you? Anything new?" I asked. Craig shrugged, "I mean for the most part no. I did start smoking, which you knew." he said smirking at me, showing off those dimples.

Fuck me. Those are cute.

"I also joined baseball freshman year." he said. My mind automatically went to an image of Craig in baseball pants. My face heated up at the thought of his ass in those. I glanced at him. Craig began to chuckle. I elbowed him in the side. "You said that on purpose." I hissed. He shook his head, continuing to chuckle. "I do not know what you are talking about. I just was letting you know what has changed." I rolled my eyes for probably the tenth time today.

It was crazy how Craig and I got back into this groove so quickly. I would have thought that I would never have been able to do this again. We walked the rest of the way in silence. This silence was nice though. It was like how we use to walk to school. Once we got to the steps, Craig stopped. "What are you doing?" I asked. People were pushing past us; yelling at us to get out of the way.

"This is going to sound crazy." Craig said looking at me. "Have you forgotten? I am crazy." I said twirling my finger around my head. Craig smiled, "Let's skip school." I laughed, "You are full of randomness today Mr. Craig Tucker. You randomly show up to my house this morning and then ask me if I want to skip school." He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck.

Why is Craig wanting to do this? We have just started hanging out again.

"I do not know. We just started hanging out again Craig." I said regretting every word. I wanted to skip school and hang out with Craig, but I also still remember how bad it felt when he left me. What if he was just doing this because he felt bad for me? "Oh." Craig said looking down. There was a sadness in his face. "It is not because I do not want to hang out with you." I said quickly. Craig looked at me, all the friendliness was gone. It was back to emotionless Craig. "Then what is it?" he asked in his monotoned voice.

I sighed and looked at the ground. Some people had stopped to look at us. "I was in love with you when you broke things off. It hurt," I looked at the ground, "It hurt me really bad." I could feel him staring at me. "I felt broken, but I understood because I thought you were just not into boys." I said continuing to look down. "But, when I overheard Clyde mention that you were gay, I began to wonder if it was because of me. I know that I was a burden. I was crazy and always thinking the government was out to get me." I said. "You weren't a-" I finally looked at him, "I could hear what people who say. 'Poor Craig, he has to drag Tweek around.' 'Craig is so nice. I could not date someone that messed up.' 'Craig must hate having to be the one to deal with Tweek.'" I could hear my voice crack. Tears were beginning to fall.

"Tweek, I-" "I am going to go now." I said running inside the school. I did not want people to see me crying in front of Craig. Who knows what they would start to say.

Craig took back that crazy mess.

How did Craig get back into that?

Craig deserves better.

I ran into first period and sat down. Putting my head on my desk, I began to take deep breaths. My mind though could not focus. My panic attack was slowly becoming worse. "Are you okay?" I looked up to see Kyle sitting in front of me. Kyle dressed like a boy, but I could tell that he was actually a she. Kyle had the same facial features that my mom had.

I shook my head no. It was hard to find the words. Kyle reached across my desk and grabbed my hands. Another way you could tell, were how small her hands were. "Just look into my eyes." she said slowly.

I looked into her green eyes. "Now just take some deep breathes. Count to three when you inhale and the countdown to one when you exhale." Kyle said. I took a deep breath.

One...

Two...

Three...

"Now exhale." Kyle whispered. I breathed out.

Three...

Two...

One...

I felt somewhat calm, but there was still a nervousness that lingered. "Better?" I shook my head yes. Before I could thank Kyle the bell rang, signaling class to start. I started to draw on my notebook when the teacher began the lecture. I was not paying attention to my drawing until class ended. I had drawn Craig, smoking under the street lamp. I pulled the paper out and shoved it in my backpack.

I saw Kyle getting up. I put my hand on her wrist. "Thank you for earlier." I whispered. Kyle smiled at me. "You're welcome Tweek." Kyle said then walked away.

I continued to sit there, watching everyone put up their things and leaving. I wondered what their lives were like. What they had to deal with on a daily bases.

"You going to leave or just sit there?" a voice asked. I looked to see Craig leaning against the door. "I uh..." Craig rolled his eyes and walked to my desk. "Grab your backpack and meet me outside behind the school." he said sternly then walked away. My heart began to beat fast.

Oh no! Craig is clearly mad at me. He is going to tell me not to hang out with him anymore. That I am what those people say.

I grabbed my backpack and slowly walked out the door; wondering what was to come.

Author's Note:

I hope you all enjoy this chapter. I was kind of nervous writing it, because I did not want it to seem like they were moving too fast. So I added some angst to help. In case you all were wondering, when talking about Kyle being a girl I am referencing my other SP fanfiction.

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