I previously wrote that I couldn't do a chapter story, because of my other story, but i currently am at a fork with the other story, and while i piece it together, i want to keep writing, so I'll keep this one going. Let me know what you think or if you have further questions.

The next morning, waking up was not sweet and romantic, they woke up to the heavy sounds of Kyle's early alarm, legs tangled, and blanket tied around them. The groaned at the sound, as neither wanted to leave the bed. They sat up together on Craig's full bed, rubbing the sleep from their eyes. When they locked eyes, they silently questioned each other, neither receiving any answer at all. Craig wrapped an arm quickly around Kyle's shoulder, before pulling him in for a fast and flat kiss to the temple. He kicked off the blanket, and headed for the dresser on the other side of the room. Kyle felt odd as the other man strode across the room naked, as if he shouldn't be looking, but did it matter? After the night they shared?

Craig tossed clothes at him before he had a chance to ask, or make any comment at all. Blue jeans, a deep red graphic t-shirt and clean socks. Craig began to dress, as if nothing bizarre was going on at all, as if their wasn't a 2 ton elephant in the room. Kyle swallowed his fear, and decided to prepare for school, the same as Craig. He dressed with hesitance, debating if wearing these clothes would be problematic at school, if someone would recognize they weren't his, and put the pieces together. If they did, would that be a problem? He wasn't hiding his sexuality, he'd just never proclaimed it, so if someone were to figure it out, he wouldn't particular be upset, certainly not ashamed. But.. would Craig be okay with it? Was he, out? Did he care if people knew about them, or if they were something? Were they something.

Kyle looked over at Craig, who was slipping a red two toned striped shirt over his head, the look on his face completely monotone. He pulled the long sleeves up to his elbows, showing off, what now Kyle noted as very nice forearms. Craig knew he was staring, but didn't turn, didn't acknowledge, just finished pulling on his socks, and headed for the door. "Stop overthinking everything." He stated vaguely before turning left for his bathroom. It seemed to snap Kyle out of his daze, and he finished getting ready. Over on the bedside table, his phone went off again, another text from Stan. "Dude, please don't be mad. Are you okay? I'm sooo sorry."

He grit his teeth, and thought of what to say, he honestly didn't know how to feel anymore, about Stan, about Craig, about himself. It was all a swirling vortex of happiness, sadness, love, or what he thought was love, because now he was second guessing everything. He pursed his lips forming a line straighter than he could ever be. "It's fine dude, i'll see you at school." And he shoved the phone into the back pocket of Craig's jeans. They fit pretty well, Craig was taller than him, so he cuffed the bottom, just so they wouldn't drag, and fray.

His counterpart returned to the room as Kyle was pulling on his first sock, and tossed him a small package. The jew caught and examined it closer, a green toothbrush. He smiled lightly, and pulled on the other sock, before nodding a quick thanks and heading toward the bathroom he'd seen Craig head off toward earlier. The bathroom was the second door down the hall to the left, after what he assumed was a linen closet by the size of the door.

Kyle also assumed the bathroom was shared by Craig's younger sister, due to the soft pink toothbrush in the tooth brush holder on the counter. The walls of the bathroom were a deep maroon, with white tiled floors, and a maroon floor mat. The towels were a soft creme, and the accents were floral patterned with an assortment of colors. He bumped up his gay level a few points when he realized he could properly list each specific scent coming from the potpourri by the window sill. Than again he loved the scent of flowers even before realizing he was gay.

Shaking the thought from his head, he set about washing his face, brushing his teeth, and tending to his hair the best he could with his fingers. The wild mess of red bed head was protruding in various directions, making his appearance apparent to that of a rough night. Spending more than enough time trying to manage, he gave up and returned to Craig's room, passing his half asleep sister on the way, who of course, flipped him off. When he returned to the room, Craig already fixed his hat, gathered his school books, and had his and Kyle's coat waiting over his arm.

It was unusual for Kyle; at sleep overs with Stan or Kenny, he was normally the one getting everything ready for the two, who took forever to get out of bed. The two made their way out the door and to Craig's car, Craig barely making a sound the entire time. "Seatbelt." He muttered pulling on his own before adjusting the rearview mirror. Kyle did as told, and double checked his own backpack was still in the back seat where he left it yesterday. Craig's phone rang before they could even make it out of the driveway, he glanced down at the caller ID, before answering. "Whats up Tweek?" … "Nah, i'm good." … He turned to Kyle, "Do you want a coffee?"

"No, thanks." He answered, slightly in awe, trying not to over think Craig who, had Kyle said yes to coffee, would have to explain to Tweek why he was taking the other boy to school. "Alright, see you later Tweekers." And he hung up the phone, tossing it in the cup holder before backing out of the driveway and turning toward the school. They drove with only the sound of the low radio as noise, Kyle nodded his head to a few songs, but didn't dare sing along to any. Craig rolled the window down and held an elbow over the frame, the cool south park air filling the car.

"Why do you have to go in early?" Craig broke the silence, turning down the radio a little more, to give Kyle more attention. "I promised Mrs. Chutney i'd hook up the projector for her, so she could play a video for World history today." He explained, taking no special interest in the chore he'd promised to do, but she did promise they could discuss a few bonus points, should he help hook up the equipment. Craig nodded and rolled the window up, pulling his arm back inside and switching hands on the steering wheel. His now free hand was newly placed over Kyle's hand gently. The latter smirked softly.

"What happened to 'Don't get used to me being mushy." Kyle did his best to mock Craig's deep slightly stuffy voice, but mostly came out sounding ridiculously close to Kenny instead. Craig chose not to comment on the poor imitation, and answered the question instead. "There's a difference between being mushy, and being caring. I can stop if you want." He went to pull his hand away, teasing slightly, but Kyle caught him, lacing the fingers with a blush as red as his hair. This time Craig smirked. "That's what I thought."

Their conversation for the car ride consisted of several topics, upcoming tests, grades, the new episode of their favorite tv show they misses, for obvious reasons. They shifted to a few questions back and forth about family, and even to Tweek for a while. Craig explained how after 4th grade, everything that happened with Tweek, the end to their partially unclear relationship. At first being thought of as gay, than Tweek heavy realizing he wasn't when he say Bebe walk down the hall in a tight blouse, to them thinking it was just them being silly kids. What a surprise in the 9th grade when Craig told Tweek he was in fact gay. Who of course accepted, they were best friends after all. -However, Craig was carefully not to switch the conversation to Stan. Not wanting to open that can of worms.

They pulled into the parking lot, only a few other cars, but no students in sight. Kyle grabbed his bag, and stood next to Craig for a second, he'd be going in the south door, closest to his destination, and Craig would be going into the side cafeteria door to grab breakfast before class. They'd be going opposite directions, and Kyle still at least wanted some type of affirmation on what was going on, obviously it didn't have to be right now, but…

Craig gave a quick glance around, making sure no one was in view, he leaned forward for a quick peck to the fiery red head's lips, surprising his vastly in the process. "We can talk after school if you want, get this shit figured out." Despite Craig's seemingly calm demeanor, his heart was beating out of his chest, he'd been fairly bold the past 10 hours, but the entire time his mind had been racing as badly as Kyle's. Wondering if putting himself out to Kyle like this would later bite him in the ass, going after a guy, who was in fact already in love. Last night, he just couldn't help himself, but he didn't want the night to mean nothing, so he'd try his best to work things out. So when Kyle nodded with a dazed look on his face, he figured his chances were better than he originally thought. And they both parted ways, holding back goofy smiles.