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The brownish house was very quiet as Tweek got in there, probably because Mr. Donovan was at his job and, with Clyde by himself and sick, the only noise that would be usual was sniffing, considering that the Donovan kid only liked to overreact when there was a crowd to see him. Without further thought, the blonde rang the house bell, wanting to be as quick as possible in that conversation.

"Tweek, hey. You came to bring my homework, you messager of the devil?" Clyde opened the door, wearing blue pajamas and with a big blanket around him. His nose was a little red, but he was looking better than the last time Tweek saw him.

"Not only that." The blonde entered the house. "I also brought some muffins and some coffe so you can eat something healthy as a snack." He putted the thermos and the little white package on the table, taking a seat and waiting for Clyde to walk in his "sick-zombie" steps. He liked his friends a lot, and if a mess like him could help them somehow, he'd be happy to do it.

"Thanks a lot man! Craig should learn how to be kind with his boyfriend. I was talking at him right now and he told me that if I was suffering that much I should kill myself. Can you believe that guy?" Clyde made a dramatic pose, the back of his hand touching his forehead. "At least he could came with you to see me."

"He can't do this if he does not know." Tweek thought, his eye twitching a little. He needed to have that conversation without interruptions, so he didn't told Craig what he'd be doing after school. Even if hiding was technically not lying, he hated to do it, so he'd just go to Craig's house and comment about that later.

"Hey Tweek, are you ok, man?"

"Actually... Can I ask you something, Clyde?"

"Oh, I knew this day would come. Look, I know that I'm way better than Craig, I'm pretty and kind and he's a douchebag, and even though I'm flattered by your feelings I can't deny that I'm straight." Clyde patted his back.

"What the fuck you're talking about man?" Tweek stared at him.

"Oh nothing. I wasted my speech, but c'mon, tell Uncle Clyde what is bothering you." The host picked the muffin package and started to eat a blueberry-covered one. Tweek took another thermos of his backpack, and drank a big sip before starting.

"I-I've been wanting to have my first kiss with Craig, and I was hoping that you can give me some tips." His fingers were knocking in the table compulsively, an attempt of his mind to calm down that was not working at all.

"Oh, is only that? You came to the right place, my friend. Just grab him by his jacket and look at your man with blushing cheeks, then he'll hold your hands and gently kiss you by..."

"WHAT?" Tweek threw his thermos in despair. Luckily, it was already empty.

"What? According to the asian girls, that is the better scenario for your first kiss. You should listen to them, they know about this stuff." Tweek sighed at the response. He knew that Clyde usually gone to the asian girls art fairs (even at the first one, when the other boys where trying to understand what was yaoi), and that he was using this opportunity to hit on them (at least they were better than the Raisin's girls), but this was too much. If Craig was there, he'd probably be with a black eye already, but Tweek just started to hyperventilate.

"Can't anyone in this universe give me an advice without trying to kill me?!"

"Okay, okay, chill out!" Clyde tried to calm him down. "You could just kiss him by surprise, so it will not have some awkward silence before starts. There are some techniques that you could use to train, like trying to get ice from a cup, or something like that."

"Yeah, those are actually some very nice tips. Thanks, man." Tweek putted his thermos back into his backpack, going to the door. "I have to go to Craig's house right now, but you take care of yourself, right? And by the way, we're going to the theater with Stan and the guys on saturday, so make sure that you'll be better until then."

"Fine, fine, I'll do my best. Now go find your little boyfriend, boy." Clyde gave him a mischievous smile and wink, closing the door and going back to the couch. He could still hear Tweek on the cellphone on the outside, letting Craig know that he was going to there, and was impossible not to notice how his voice looked calm while talking to him.

"God, what a double of lovebirds~"