I made my way to the back of the school. My thoughts were going a thousand miles an hour.

What is Craig going to tell me?

Is he going to say he changed his mind? He doesn't want to hang out anymore.

I opened the door to Craig looking toward the woods and smoking. "You've slowed down since elementary school." he said keeping his eyes forward. "I guess it is because of my anxiety medication." I said.

Craig glanced at me then back to the woods. I continued to watch him from the top of the stairs as he smoked his cigarette. You could feel the silence growing heavy. If Craig is still the same way then I was going to have to talk first. I took one step down, "About earlier-" "Follow me." he said throwing his cigarette on the ground. I shook my head as he began to walk.

What has gotten into him?

I watched him walk toward the football field. I think it took him a while to realize I wasn't following him because he made it to the end of the parking lot before turning around. "Are you coming or not?" he yelled in his monotoned voice. But if you paid close attention you could hear a little bit of an annoyance. I smiled as I walked down the stairs, happy that I still could hear the small changes in his voice.

I stayed a few steps behind Craig. "So where are we going?" I finally asked. He glanced at me then, "Do you still like doing outdoor chalk?" I shook my head yes. "Good." he said with a small smile. "Why do you ask?" I asked trying to keep up with him now. "Why are you full of questions?" he responded with a tease in his voice. I felt my face get warm. "I am just curious." I whispered. Craig chuckled, "It is okay Tweekers. I am just trying to pull your tail." "So then what are we doing?" I asked. "You'll see. It's kind of a surprise." he replied.

We walked behind the football bleachers. Behind them were the guest parking lot that either the adults or rivaling team would park at. It was nothing big, it may be had fifteen spots. Craig opened his arms. "Here we are." he said. I looked around. The parking lot was empty. "There is nothing here." I said. "That is the point." Craig said walking over to the bleachers. I watched as he pulled out a box and a Bluetooth speaker. "What is in the box?" "Chalk." he said sitting it beside us. "What are we going to do with chalk?" Craig let a small smile slip, "Well we are going to chalk draw the parking lot."

I turned and looked at him. "Chalk the parking lot?" I asked slowly.

Craig looked at the box then at me. "Do you not like to do that anymore?" he asked. Craig and I, back when we were dating, loved to be outside doing things. We would go on walks, play games, and draw with chalk in our driveways. One time we drew a galaxy in Craig's driveway. We pretended we were space explorers going to different planets.

"I haven't done outdoor chalk since we broke up." I quietly said. A sadness fell across his face. "Oh."

"But, I still love doing chalk stuff in art. I actually won a prize freshman year for my chalk drawing." I said rubbing the back of my neck. "What did you draw?" Now, this was embarrassing. I looked down and whispered, "A galaxy." Craig chuckled, "I remember we use to draw those in my driveway." I was shocked that he remembered that. "Want to draw one again?" I asked reaching for a piece of chalk. Craig smiled, reaching for a piece. "With my artistic skills, I think I am better off doing the stars." I laughed, "Yeah. Your drawings in class look like a five year olds."

We spent the first hour just talking about anything that came to our minds. At one point we talked about how I thought the president was going to get us all killed. "I could of sworn that he was going to get North Korea to bomb us!" I shouted. Craig rolled his eyes. "I know you were. I tried to calm you down in every possible way." he said. I wiped my hands on my now colorful jeans. "If we hadn't of sang that song then I am pretty sure we all would be dead right now." Craig smiled, "Yeah."

I reached for another piece of chalk when Craig said, "You weren't a burden to me Tweek." I looked at him. He was looking at the ground and coloring the spaceship I had finished outlining. "You never were a burden to me." He looked up at me. His eyes were filled with a love I had not felt for a long time. "I would have never admitted this, but you were my world Tweek. You taught me how to express my emotions. How to communicate. You showed me better ways to deal with my problems because what I was doing wasn't working."

"Then why did you leave me?" I asked. God, I had wanted to know this answer for a long time. "It is simple." "Then tell me." Craig leaned back and looked at the sky. "I was afraid Tweek. I was afraid that you were just in this relationship to keep everyone in the town happy. I know at the beginning that is what we agreed on, but after hanging out with you I started to realize that I did have feelings for you. I was afraid of being in love with you. I wanted to ask you. I was afraid you would confirm what I was thinking though or you would say that you didn't love me." he said closing his eyes.

I looked at our drawing, "Well I guess I actually didn't teach you all those things you said." Craig chuckled, "You did teach me, but I never said I actually used them." We both laughed a little. Then his smile went away, "I just thought if maybe I break this off then neither one of us wouldn't get hurt. We could just live our lives."

"But I did get hurt Craig." I whispered. "I cried for weeks. I would ask my mom what I did wrong." I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. Craig spoke very softly, "I am sorry I hurt you. It was never you. I was a selfish human. I know what I did was horrible." He reached out and grabbed my hand. "I don't expect you to forgive me at all. I do want to make things right though."

My hand felt warm in his and my heart fluttered, but there was something eating at me.

"Then why wait all these years?" I asked. "Why not come to me when you realized this stuff?" Craig pulled his hand out from mine and looked away. "I...don't know." he whispered. I could tell he was lying. Whenever we were little he would remove himself both physically and emotionally from a person whenever he was lying. Craig Tucker was trying to hide something from me.

Should I call him out on this lie?

Is everything he is saying a lie?

Why is he really here?

"If you want to make things right then tell me the whole truth." I demanded. Craig looked shocked, "I am telling the truth." "Do you think I am stupid Craig? We hung out every day. I know your quirks for when you are lying." I said with tears falling down my eyes.

"Why did you finally come to me?" I asked this time with more force.

Panic started to rise on Craig's face. "Fucking tell me!" I yelled. He looked back down and whispered, "I can't."

I stood up, wiping the tears off my face. "Fuck you Craig Tucker. You are probably doing this just because you feel bad!" I spit out. "I won't have you play with my feelings again." I ran to the bleachers and grabbed my backpack. "Tweek come back!" Craig yelled. I flipped him off and starting running back to school.

I wished I had remembered that Craig and I shared art together. We sat across from each other. I refused to look at him. I was not going to be played again.

I am glad Craig understood not to fuck with me right now. He sat quietly while I drew his dumb face. His stupid face that haunted my dreams. Dreams that would be of us hanging out again. Playing space explorers. God, why did he have to hurt me!

"You know if you keep a mad face like that you'll develop wrinkles." Craig finally said to me.

"Fuck you." I whispered back. I could feel a nervousness coming off from Craig. Good. Fuck him. I went back to drawing in a somewhat peaceful silence.

Why would he not tell me why he came back to me?

Maybe he is still having trouble expressing his emotion.

Maybe he is actually trying to make up and rebuild a friendship.

I shook my head. I cannot try and talk myself out of this. I had a right to be mad at him. He hurt me all those years ago and expects me to just fucking forgive him. Craig slid a note to me. "What are we? Fourth graders?" I asked taking the note. "I know you are mad at me and you have every right to be. I know I am bad at expressing myself. I put my foot in my mouth every time I speak. So I thought the best way to explain myself would be to write a note." he said.

"Seriously? Passing notes in art class?" Mrs. Lane asked. "You know my policy on that." she said taking the note out of my hand. Craig's eyes grew as he tried to get the note from her. "Mr. Tucker, you do not know the rules. In this class, if I find people passing notes I read them out loud. I do this because there should be no reason to keep secrets in this class." she said unfolding the note. I could see the horror in Craig's eyes as Mrs. Lane began to read the note.

Author's Note:

I realized that I posted the chapter after this one yesterday! I am sooooo sorry about that! I deleted it and posted this one in its place. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Do you all think Tweek should let Craig back in his life? Why do you think Craig took forever to finally talk to Tweek about his true feelings? Let me know your thoughts! I enjoy them!

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