Holla guys c: ty for all the reviews, I got tests soon but I will try to update each Tuesday as usual. Let's begin!


Tweek's POV:

I make myself a cup of coffee.

"Morning Tweek!" My mum greets, startling me.

"H-hi mum." I respond.

"So, I've noticed you've made a new friend!" She starts of, slowly stretching out her words, like a child who wants something from their parents, quite the opposite of what's going on here. "Well, I was wondering if I could maybe meet him? How 'bout you invite your friend over for a sleepover?" She smiles at me eagerly.

"B-but, muuuum! You'll embarrass m-me!" I protest.

"Oh, of course not! I'm glad my little Tweeky is making friends!" She says, pinching my cheeks.

"That's what you s-say..." I mumble, looking away with irritation and lifting the cup up to my lips to take a small sip.


Hey, C-Craig?" I start off as he bites into his sandwich.

"Mmm?" He responds looking my way, munching.

"W-well, this morning my mum was t-talking about me being f-friends with you." Craig raises and eyebrow, as I look down before proceeding to my invitation. "A-and well she suggested I-I should invite y-you over.."

Craig swallows. "Soo, you want me to come over? What, as in like just for the evening or over night?"

"O-over night."

"Are you sure you're not using your mum as an excuse to sleep with me?" He smirks, shoulder bumping me.

"N-no!"I exclaim, blushing.

"Haha, I'm just kidding. Sure, I'll come. But you're gonna have to play truth or dare with me." I can see a playful, devious glint in his eye and I can't be good.

"I'll come 'round at 6 then?" He asks.

Y-yeah, sure. By the way, w-where's Clyde and Token?" I ask, puzzled.

"Oh, they got in trouble so they had to stay behind." He explains.

"W-wouldn't you usually be part of that t-trouble?" I ask smirking, and digging into my salad.

He laughs. "Yeah I would if I had that class with them."


6:00 pm, later that day...

"What time did you say he's coming?" My mum intrigues, frying something in the pan.

"S-six."

I hear a car pull up outside, so I head towards my door and as I open it, I end up face to face with Craig. We stare at each other in awkward silence, before my mum breaks it.

"Oh, hello! You must be Craig! Tweek told me about you!" She waves, peaking around the corner from the living room. "Please come in!" She smiles, her eyes closed.

"Hey, C-Craig." I back away to let him through. He casually walks into the living room. He's wearing a plain black T-shirt and some grey skinny jeans with white Vans, with a black backpack over one shoulder. The chullo too, of course.

"Hello Mrs. Tweak. Thank you for inviting me over."

"Oh, it's nothing. I'm just glad my boy is making friends! Please have a seat!" She motions to the table. "Dinner will be ready soon." She beams and disappears into the kitchen. Jheez she's so hyper.

Craig and I take a seat at the table next to each other. "Well you're mum sure is welcoming." Craig laughs with slight sarcasm, scratching the back of his head.

"Tell me a-about it." I roll my eyes, propping my elbow on the table and resting my face in my hand.

I hear footsteps and realise it's my dad.

"Oh hello, you must be Craig." He looks at our guest, offering him a handshake, which he accepts.

"Hello Mr. Tweak, nice to meet you." Dad takes a seat at the table across from us.

"Dinner is ready!" My mum waddles in with two plates and places them in front of us. She then heads back and comes back with two more plates which she places in front of dad and the seat next to him, opposite me.

We start eating. "So, Craig. Tell me a bit more about you. How old are you?" Dad asks without looking away from his plate.

"I'm 16." He responds.

"Are you good in school?" Mum inquires.

"Yeah, I get good grades." He says, cutting into his steak.

"You're not getting Tweek into trouble are you?" She questions, her tone becoming more impatient.

"M-Muum!" I interrupt.

"Sorry, Tweeky. You know I want you to have friends, I just want to make sure they aren't a bad influence that's all." She apologizes.

"Well, C-Craig is not a bad influence!"

"Okay, we trust you, son." Dad reassures, although unconvincingly.

We spend a few more minutes finishing off, after which Craig and I head upstairs to my room. "We're gonna get ready for bed. Night!"

"Good night, Tweek."My parents reply.

We head upstairs and into my room. I go brush my teeth and change into my onesie while Craig changes in my room. When I come back Craig is in his boxers, his back is turned to me as he is putting something into his bag. I stop in the doorway and as I see him I start blushing, and hide behind the door frame. I look at his perfectly toned body, his quite visible six pack, his broad shoulders.

"Enjoying the view?" He asks, smirking. Crap, looks like I got lost in thought and didn't notice him turn around.

"W-what? I wasn't l-looking!"

Mmhm, sure."

"Ermm, the s-sleeping bags are in the w-wardrobe."

"I could imagine you in a giraffe onesie." He smirks, as he heads towards the wardrobe. I'm wearing a navy onesie with little giraffes with blue sleeping hats all over it, that my mum bought me. I sigh and mentally face palm myself. He takes out the two pastel blue sleeping bags and throws them onto the floor.

"T-thanks." I say as he heads to the bathroom. I get the sleeping bags ready and a few moments later he comes back.

"Soo, what do you wanna do?" He says, clapping his hands together and sitting down on the sleeping bag.

"W-well, I don't r-really know what to do at s-sleepovers.." I say looking down.

"That's alright, do you have any consoles?" I nod. "Well then, let's play something!"

We spend about 2 hours playing Halo until we get tired of it.

"I-i'm bored.." I say putting down the controller.

"Well, do you wanna do something else?" He asks, pausing the game and putting down his controller.

"Yeah, but I don't know what." I say, thinking.

"Well how about.." He smirks. I know what he's gonna say. "Truth or dare." I wanted to avoid this, since he's probably going to ask me who I like.

"Oh g-god, no." I say face palming.

"Come on, please?" He looks at me with puppy dog eyes, the icy blue irises fixated on me as his pupils expand from being so close to his object of concentration.

"F-fine." I roll my eyes, pushing his face away.

"Okay, truth or dare." He lays down onto the sleeping bag with his hands behind his head.

"D-dare." I say, considering whether to change my mind.

"Hmm, I'll give you an easy one. Lick the carpet?"

"E-eww! It has germs o-on it!"

"Precisely." One corner of his lips curls up.

I stare at him for a few seconds, then slowly lean down to lick the carpet. "Ewewewewewew!" I run to the bathroom and wash my mouth out. I can hear Craig laughing in my room. I come back a few minutes later.

"Are you done?" He asks sarcastically.

I glare at him in return. "T-truth or dare?" I ask.

"Truth."

"...When's y-your birthday?"

"Oh come on, can't you do something better?" He sighs with boredom.

"Okay..." I think about it. Well this is Craig we're talking bout, so something better means dirty. "Are you a virgin?"

He scoffs. "No. I lost my virginity last year. What kind of question is that? I don't think anyone in our school is a virgin, 'xcept for the melvins." I look down as he realises.

"Tweek, are yo.."

"I'm not answering that." I cut him off.

"Okay..Truth or dare?"

"T-truth." I reply still looking down and picking at random spots on the carpet.

"Are you a virgin?" I look up as Craig sits up and stares dead straight at me. We stare at each other for a few moments.

"Yes." I answer.

Craig blinks. "Ohh..I'm sorry 'bout what I said, I didn't mean to upset you." There's an uneasy silence for a while.

"It's f-fine. Truth or d-dare?"

"Hmmm. Dare?" I think. What can I dare him...

"Okay...Drink some shower gel." I say. I'm really not good at this.

"Pfft, Tweek. You're no fun. Well fine." He stands up and heads to the bathroom. He grabs the first bottle he sees, glances at the name and swings it up to his mouth. A second later he splutters it out into the sink.

"Bleurgh! Tastes like chemicals."

I giggle. "They are c-chemicals." We return to my room.

"Well anyway, truth or dare?" He asks, sitting down as I law down on my front and prop my head up with my hands.

"T-truth."

"Who do you like." I look at him in panic. "Tweek, tell me."

I stare at him for some time and then I realise I have no control over my actions."You." I say plainly and then quickly slam my hand over my mouth, regaining control. Craig looks at me in disbelief, then gets up, and starts putting his clothes on.

"C-Craig? W-where are you going?"

I sit up and observe his actions helplessly. Ignoring me he then grabs his bag and heads for the door. "It will never happen." Is what I hear before the door is shut.


Oh noes, Craig, how could you?! I actually got this idea from my unfortunate experiences T_T yes I got rejected, but haven't we all at some point. Not literally like that tho, pwaha as if my parents would let me invite boys to my house o_o. He just used those words. But anyways, I keep forgetting bout Tweek's dad xD I always imagined that Tweek would be sleeping in a giraffe onesie, lol. If ur wondering bout the sleeping hats I mean those kind of ones that they put on the moon in cartoons. o_o I couldn't help but laugh at the "Craig swallows" bit xD. Anyways, what do u think? Please review, and thanks to those who did!