Notes: The link~ www. wikihow Kiss-a-Boy

There was a mortifying silence at the loving room for two or three minutes, even though it seemed like an eternity. Craig could almost Tweek screaming on his head about Clyde telling his secret in front of everyone, but he was totally not ready for what he'd hear next.

"Maybe we should give it a check." He started to cough like a maniac or someone dying from tuberculosis before Tweek could even finish the sentence. "Ngn-Not because of the obvious reason! Is probably funny or something like that, man!"

"Y-Yeah, you may be right... Let's go." Craig looked down, feeling embarassed for overreacting. Goddamit, that whole kissing trouble was starting to feel like a snowball, getting bigger and messier after every day. Maybe he'd just use the opportunity and kiss him already! In a way or another, he snuggled with the blonde until they were close enough to see the cellphone's screen together.

The page started with a girl looking at a guy, both awkardly smiling to each other.

"Are they on drugs or something? This is not the face you make seeing your crush, this looks like someone that needs to go to the bathroom." Tweek giggled a little by the comment, and Craig cleaned his throat to make the best ironic/funny voice that he could. "Step 1: Flirt him up, and the first tip is smiling. With that smile I think he'd probably call the cops."

"Right? And how the fuck you flirt someone up? Can't you flirt someone down, like end up making he feel depressed or something? Man this is sure confusing as hell." Tweek stated, getting his pillow back and leaving to Craig the duty of holding the phone. "Continue."

"Do light touches. Look baby, we're already on the way. There is some heavy touching going on between us." Craig chucked, pretending to not see the light blush on his boyfriend's cheeks when he said that. "Pay him a compliment. Hey, your messy hair is sooo pretty and the way you shake like a maniac makes my heart go crazy."

"You're a dick, but almost in a good way. Except when it's not." They laughed together this time, feeling the pressure that was there before slowly going away.

"There is a lot of this foreplay before the actual kissing shit, like not texting too much because you have to look like a cold asshole or not using sticky lipgloss bullshit, so I'll just advance a little. So after that, you're alone with your boy, the time is right, you took that motherfucker away, and you're kissing him."

"Craig you're so romantic~" Tweek muffled his own laugh.

"C'mon let me finish, babe, you have to keep your lips light, you see? Touch him like you wanna climb the poor bastard, pull his hair, very nice, very kinky, and just like that stop in the middle of the stuff." Craig said nonchalantly, closing the article and resting the cellphone at his side.

"B-But why stopping?"

"Because some people are insecure and think that if they satisfy their partner he'll probably go away or something like that. I don't know, is stupid. Go until you're both happy, that's what makes more sense."

"Is that what you think? I-I see!" It was like Tweek was taking note with his mind.

"And after that there are some questions from other people. Wanna check it out? Is funny as hell. Like what if he's shy or what if he has bad breath?"

"No, I think this kind of possibility would just make me freak out." Tweek laughed until realizing what he just said. "Ah! I n-need to go to the bathroom!" He ran before Craig could even say a thing.

"So fucking cute." The dark haired boy mumbled to himself, catching his own cellphone. There were 3 unread messages from a certain Clyde Dickvan being notificated on his screen.

Clyde Dickvan: Sooooooooooooooooooo

Clyde Dickvan: Did I helped huh?

Clyde Dickvan: Are u smooching right now Craig?

Craig: Fuck off dick

Clyde Dickvan: Aww u just taking note for tommorrow? Big day is close huh?

Clyde Dickvan: How do u feel?

Craig: Wanting to murder u

Craig: But thanks anyway, we laughed a lot.

Craig: Honestly, I bet my fucking pants that you wrote that article.

Clyde Dickvan: I wish I had, is such of a good written piece of literature. I have it memorized by now.

Craig: Why I'm not surprised.

Craig: Anyway, gotta go, Tweek is coming back and we have to get a sleeping bag for him

Clyde Dickvan: Use protection my children .D

"I-Im back." Tweek said, messing up his own hair but not actually pulling it, wich was already a good thing. He sat back at the couch, being surprised when was pushed into a tight hug.

"Excited about the movie tommorrow, honey?" Craig was way more interested in the answer than he appeared to be.

"Su-Sure! Is going to be a nice day, I hope that anything kill us in the way."

"I think that's rather impossible." Craig pulled him closer, enjoying the smell of coffe and soap that his boyfriend always had. "And if it happens, think about that, dying together is actually way more romantic that that entire kissing article. At least I'd die happy knowing that I beated Clyde's bullshit."

"True."

"Now come here." He held Tweek by the chin, kissing his cheek. "I gonna make sure that I don't leave you wanting more cuddling."

"I think that's kinda impossible, but... I'd a-actually love to see you try." Tweek smiled, looking embarassed but happy, and confident enough to came back to the resting-head position thet they were at first place.

"So let's bet then. And I hope that I'm the one losing it."