"So, do you want to watch Red Racer or something?" Craig finally spoke, after spending the last ten minutes in absolute silence, only playing with his boyfriend's crazy spiky hair. Not that Tweek minded that a lot. With him, silence meant the kind of confort that also made his mind quiet for a little while.

"Sure, why not?" The blonde was not exactly a fan of the show, but he did not hated, and since Craig liked so much, he always ended up watching marathons with him. Craig got up, turning the tv on and standing still for some time. "H-Hey, are y-you okay man?" The question did not had an answer, as Craig just stared at him with a blank face. Was he pissed? Sad? Wanting to break up? Already with a new boyfriend or girlfriend? Was Michael real? They were married with a family? "GAH! JESUS, SAY SOMETHING DUDE! YOU'RE FREAKING ME OUT!"

"Sorry, I didn't mean it babe." The dark-haired boy slowly came back to the bed with a little smile, pulling Tweek closer and holding his hands until they stopped trembling. "Are you feeling better now?"

"Ngnh, I think I need a little bit of my coffe." He answered, reaching for the mug but being interrupted by Craig, who was cupping Tweek's cheeks with his hands, making him look directly to his eyes.

"You don't need that shit to calm down, okay? If you just breathe and let your body relax, the anxiety will decrease and you'll be better without feeding the addiction, okay?" The boy's voice was smooth and slow, like it was every time that he was trying to make his boyfriend think straight. As the seconds passed, Tweek slowly gave up, just trying to breathe and enjoying the nice sensation of those hands at his face, that passed from there to around his waist, his body being welcomed in a nice, conforting hug. "See? I knew you could do it."

"Yeah. I did it." The spazz smiled, having another gentle smile as answer. He was so close to Craig that he could actually feel his heart beating, and that was weirdly fast, like Craig was about to do something that was making him really nervous. But what could it be? Tweek looked up, finding the other staring at him again, his lips pressed against each other in a tense way.

"Hey Tweekers." Craig said, holding his chin to avoud eye contact interruption.

"Hey again." Tweek answered, feeling his cheeks blushing. It was his impression or that was "the moment" that Kyle and Clyde told him about? There was no other sound besides their breathing, and they were so close that he could actually believe that they were going to...

"Craig! Didn't I told you to keep your door open when your boyfriend is here? I still have to Google how to have "the talk" in a gay version with you." Mr. Tucker opened the door, almost making Tweek fall of the bed.

"Fuck off, dad!" Craig flipped him off, checking if his boyfriend was okay, but Tweek was already running away.

"I'M SORRY A-ABOUT THAT! I'M GOING TO M-M-MY HOUSE NOW, I JUST REMEMBERED THAT I HAVE TO FINISH SOMETHING AT MY HOMEWORK! GOODBYE MR. TUCKER! GOODBYE CRAIG, I'LL TEXT YOU LATER! BYEEE! GAAAAH!" The blonde was gone before they even blink.

"Did I interrupted something?" Mr. Tucker asked, sitting at the bed.

"What do you think?" Craig rolled his eyes in frustration, covering his face with a pillow. He was feeling so embarassed and pissed that he wished to have a giantic middle finger only to be capable of flipping the whole world (aside from Tweek and Stripe, of course) off. He was so close of taking away Tweek's worries, but now he was flustered as hell and thinking about how much his boyfriend should be freaking out. And, he had to admit to himself, he was even angrier at the fact that now he was really wanting to kiss him. Goddamit.

-x-

When Tweek finally got in this house, he was doubting that his lungs had any air inside them, as he panted like crazy until falling at the couch. He was glad that his parents were at the coffe shop, since he would not have to explain what drove him to that state.

"So close." Those two words were reppeating on his mind since he left Craig's house, his heart jumping like crazy. Craig was really going to kiss him or he was so emotional that he was making things up? God, he was going crazy with that thing, but before drinking coffe enough to make his brain awake for the whole night (wich would only make things worst, since he'd overthink for more time) he remembered one of Craig's advices for when he got nervous.

"Talk with someone." The voice echoed in his head. Actually he finished saying "Someone means me", but Tweek was going to ignore that part of the sentence for his own sake. He searched his contact list, in the hope that someone reasonable could help him before Craig said something.

Notes: So this was an almost I guess hahahaha The next chapter will use a lot of friendship cuteness, so be ready for it! Bye for now~