Holaa! I will be slightly correcting my chapters due to SAA-JES-CHUNS :b

Ya if u want u can read over again but u knoe, watever. Anyways let's begin.


Craig's POV:

I glance at the clock; 1:00 am. Damn it, I can't sleep again. And its cos of Tweek. Again.

He finally revealed who his crush is. Me. And I stormed out. He must hate me now.

But...the reason I left was...I like him too. When he told me he likes me, I just had a surge of emotions that I didn't understand. It irritated me and I needed to leave. But now I've realised what those emotions where.

I like him. And he needs to know. But how do I tell him after what happened?

Wait...I haven't thought about it but... am I gay? I...I don't know.

I am, aren't I?


Clyde's POV:

I bite into my ham sandwich.

"Hey, what's up with Tweek?" I ask, looking at Craig and pointing in the direction of a sulking Tweek at Stan's table with a perverted Kenny hung around his neck like a sloth. Tweek's body is slouched and he's having a staring contest with the table. His skin is pale and he has dark circles under his eyes. He looks like he hasn't slept. But the weirdest thing is, he's not twitching. Stan and Kyle are squabbling about something and Cartman's back is turned towards them, his arms crossed, one of his legs bent and on the seat. He's always unhappy about something.

"Well...um, we kinda had an argument..?" He replies, his voice getting less confident towards the end of the sentence. He's looking up at me with helpless eyes and his eyebrows are knotted together with worry.

I slam my hands down on to the table dramatically, while Token rolls his eyes at me. "What has happened?!" I exclaim in mock anger.

"Clyde, this is serious." I lower myself back down and quietly apologise. "Well..." He sighs and closes his eyes. This is not good. "You know that crush Tweek was talking about?" Token and I exchange looks for a split second and slowly nod. "It turns out that it's me."

"So why did you argue?" Token contributes to the conversation.

"..." Craig looks down. I can see he's still hiding something.

"Craig, what is it?" I ask quietly, placing my hand on his arm and lowering my head to look at him as his head is hung low.

"I rejected him and walked out..."

I yank my hand back and stand up.

"Craig why?!" I shout, but then feel something gently pulling on my sleeve. I lower my gaze and see it's Token, although he's not looking at me, after which I observe the scene around me and realise I've attracted unnecessary attention, as it has gone quiet with multiple eyes curiously looking in my direction, so I quickly sit down as people return to their conversations.

"Craig why?!" I repeat, now less loudly and sitting down. I know Craig is a nice guy so I wouldn't think he would be against a guy liking him. I'm slightly enraged because I can't imagine his excuse.

But when I glance at Token I see an expression on his face, one that you may see too often. It's an expression he has when he knows that something is not right, that something is missing, being the detective he is.

And right on cue he leans in and whispers in my ear. "He's hiding something." As I respond with a nod. Token then gives Craig a look that says "what are you not telling me" and as Craig receives the message he then sighs again and looks down.

"I like him too."


Token and I block Tweek's path. His head is hung low so he can barely see where he is going. He walks into me and takes a step back.

"Sorry." He utters so quietly I almost don't hear him speak. He then tries to continue walking, or rather dragging himself across the hall, but Token blocks him. He looks up and realises that it's us.

"Tweek, we need to talk." I say crossing my arms and shifting my weight.

"I'm going to be late to my lesson." He mumbles. That's when I notice his stutter is gone. What has Craig done?

"Tweek, we need to talk." Token speaks this time, emphasising the word "need".

"There's nothing to talk about." He stops.

"What happened between you and Craig?" He holds onto the strap of his bag and I can see hesitation in his expression.

"Nothing."

"Tweek." Token's serious voice causes Tweek to look up and immediately regret doing so as his gaze is now locked with mine.

"Tweek.." My voice softens. "He told us. You like him." A light blush spreads across his face as he continues looking at me. His grip on his bag tightens as his knuckles turn whiter.

"It doesn't matter." He shakes his head. "He hates me." He looks away.

"No he doesn't!" I grab on to his shoulders. "Tweek he doesn't hate you. He... Look you need to talk to him!"

"No!" He shouts pushing my hands of his shoulders. "He doesn't want me in his life so I'll just get out of the way." His voice fades as he starts walking away. Token is about to grab him but I stop him. We both watch him walk away.

"Hey Token?"

"Hmm?"

A corner of my lips curls up. "I've got a plan."


Sooooooo, what do you think? :D please review! I know this is shorter than usual buuut, well something special is coming up ;) hint hint. Also sorry this got posted a bit late, ya knoee busy busy!