Notes: This will be the last chapter of today. I probably going to start the next in a few minutes, but I'll only post it tommorrow. Hope you're all enjoying the story! If you have any requests or questions, just tell me!

"Hey Craig, are you busy?"

"Nope. I've already finished my homework and was just playing with Stripe and taking care of some stuff. Actually, I was gonna call you right now, is not usual don't having any texts from you for a whole afternoon." Craig holded his phone between his ear and his shoulder, trying to finish the dishes as quicly as possible. It was his task at the house for the day, and since Tweek was probably coming over, he did not wanted the dirty dishes in the way of whatever they would do.

"Ah, I came to see Clyde. He's better now, if you wanna know." Tweek explained, his voice going from happy to a unsure tone.

"Why you did not told me? I could have gone with you." The dark-haired boy putted the last spoon at the cupboard, holding his cellphone properly.

"AGh I-I forgot! A-Anyway, if you're not busy I'm going to see you right now! Will be there in five minutes!" There was only silence in the other side of the line before Craig could even protest. Yep, that little spazz was totally hiding something. Tweek knew that he was terrible at lying, so what the fuck was so important that made him try? Whatever it was, Craig was sure that Clyde was involved, just like Cartman and his crew, the secret started in the lunch, he could tell. But, just to make his work easy and quick, he gone to his room, sitting on the bed and opening his chat with Clyde.

Craig: Hey dick, feeling better?

Clyde Dickvan: Since when you care?

Craig: Don't be a dick, dick.

Clyde Dickvan: You're the real dick, dick.

Just some usual conversation between best friends, but Craig was running out time, soon his beloved would be at the door.

Craig: So, what Tweek was doing at your house?

Clyde Dickvan: Just being a nice friend and visiting a dying man, can't you let go of him a little, you dirty tiger ;)

Craig: Shut your dirty fingers and tell me the truth.

Clyde Dickvan: I think it would be nicer to you if you just don't know ;-)

God. He tried, he could swear that he tried to be patient, but sometimes it looked like people wanted to see him flipping them off.

Craig: Stop with the subtle-sexting faces

Clyde Dickvan: I'm just messing with ya dude~ Or only ur fave blondie can do it?

Craig: Look if you don't tell me what Tweek told you in five seconds, your nose is going to be purple instead of red.

Craig: And I guarantee that will not be because of the cold

Clyde Dickvan: Fine fine, don't hurt me man

Clyde Dickvan: Tweek was asking me for tips about kissing

Craig: What? You better prepare your pretty face is that's a lie

Clyde Dickvan: I swear that is for real he is trying to find the right moment to have your first kiss

Clyde Dickvan: And now his surprise is ruined bc you're a terrible human being

Craig: Shut up.

The cellphone screen went to black as Craig layed down at the bed. Was Clyde really telling the truth? Goddamit, now he was getting flustered. If that was a lie, that fucking bitch could wish to die from the cold.

"Your other father makes me crazy, Stripe." He complained to the guinea pig, that was busy eating some seeds. Of course he had thoughts about kissing his boyfriend before, and he was waiting for the perfect chance to do it. But knowing that certain blonde caffeine-lover was doing the same, made him... Happy? Yeah, probably that, even though, at the same time, he didn't wanted to see Tweek worrying his already-troubled head with this kind of thing that should be nice instead of a pain in the ass. "I'll just kiss him when he gets in here and end this business." Now he was talking to himself, trying to create a plan.

Five minutes later, he could listen to de door being opened (Since his anxiety-night-adventures started, Tweek would not need to ask permission to enter his boyfriend's house), so Craig just breather and waited to start what he had in mind.

"Craig, where are you?" The spazz called in the living room.

"In the bedroom." Craig answered, trying to not give any hint of what he was feeling, but his heart was sure beating a little faster. "There is some coffe in the kitchen so you can get a refill, but don't push your luck by drinking everything." The effects of that shit on his beloved's body sure made him pissed (specially at Tweek's parents, for starting that addiction in the first place), but he saw online that the best way of helping was decreasing the consumption slowly, so he was trying to help at that.

"Okay." He listened at the noises in the kitchen and at the stairs like a minute later. Tweek opened the door carefully, trying to not spill any coffe at the carpet. "Hey. I brought you some muffins."

"Thanks." Craig opened space at the bed and held Tweek's mug while he was getting confortable at the bed. He admired the messy hair, the big green eyes, the messy clothes. He knew that a lot of people saw Tweek as a crazy mess, but for him he was a perfect crazy mess. What the fuck did that guy to make him melt like that? Whatever it was, he wasn't wanting it to stop. The sensation of caring about someone and having someone always there for him was good, and even if meant becaming a big loving jerk, he was not giving a single fuck. That was going to happen. Their first kiss. And, even someone out of fucks to give was getting nervous by that.