I woke up with my head on Tweek's chest and his arm still around me. I carefully sat up and reached over to the nightstand to grab my vape, bringing it to my mouth. I took a deep inhale and blew the vapor into his face, which roused him a bit. He slowly opened his eyes and smiled.

"You made me coffee?" he asked softly.

I grinned and held the vape up for him to see. "It's just the vape, but I'll make you some if you want."

He slowly sat up and rested his head on my shoulder. "You know how?"

"My dad has me make it for him all the time. You have a coffee maker in the kitchen?"

He nodded and nuzzled his head into me.

"You're gonna have to let me get up," I grinned.

"Just a little longer," he said, nuzzling me again. "There's no hurry."

I kissed his forehead and rested my head on his. I never thought I'd see the day that he would care about something more than coffee, but here we were. He was putting off his morning brew just to cuddle with me. Little things like that meant the world to me, whether he realized it or not.

We laid like that for a while before I finally moved to get up. "I'll go make you that coffee now, Tweek. Then we can figure out what we want to do today."

He put his arm around me and squeezed before scooting over to let me get up. I slowly stood up from the bed and looked at him. I couldn't get over how cute he was. Whatever I had to do to be with him, it would all be worth it.

I made my way downstairs to the kitchen and located the coffee maker. It was similar to the one at my house, so I was able to figure it out pretty easily. I didn't drink the stuff much myself; only when Tweek offered it. But I still loved the smell because it reminded me of him.

Once the coffee was ready, I found an empty mug and filled it up. I carefully carried it back upstairs and entered the bedroom. Tweek sat up in bed and accepted the mug. Taking slow sips of the dark liquid, I returned to my place next to him.

"So what did you want to do today?" I asked.

He shrugged. "I'm cool with whatever. I figured you'd want to watch Red Racer again, but I think we watched them all yesterday."

"Yeah, but that was only the first couple seasons," I grinned. "There's still plenty more to go, but we can do that another time. I had something different in mind for today."

"Hmm?" he asked, bringing the coffee mug to his lips.

"Promise not to make fun of me."

"I'll try not to," he smiled.

"I was thinking you could help me study. You know, to do better in school and all that."

His face lit up. "Never thought I'd hear you say that."

I returned the smile. "So what do you say?"

"Of course I'll help! We have that history test on Monday, so we should probably work on that for starters."

"Sounds good. You have your book and notes and everything?"

He nodded excitedly. "Yup! Just l-let me finish the coffee first and we'll get to work!"

He chugged the rest of his coffee and hopped out of bed to retrieve the learning materials. He brought them back and plopped down next to me. Wasting no time, he began quizzing me.

"Who delivered the Gettysburg Address?"

"Abraham Lincoln."

"During which war did The Battle of Jutland occur?"

"World War I."

"Which three countries made up the Axis Powers during World War II?"

"Germany, Italy, and Japan."

This went on until all of the content that was going to be on the test was covered, and I got every question right. I guess doing my homework Friday night really paid off.

"Wow, Craig, I can't believe it!"

"Relax, Tweek," I smirked. "It's only a few history questions."

"But you got all of them right! You're like an expert! Y-You could be a professor or something!"

I smiled and shook my head. "Well I don't know about that."

"You'll ace the test tomorrow for sure!"

"I sure hope so. But hey, now that we're done with that, did you wanna play some video games or something?"

"S-Sure. I have the new Call of Duty for PS4. It t-takes place during World War II, so I guess we can count that as studying."

I laughed as he stood up to retrieve the game and load it into the game console. He grabbed the two controllers and lounged on the bed next to me, putting his head in my lap.

We spent the rest of the day killing virtual Nazis together. We lost track of time and by the time the sun finally dipped below the horizon, it was too late.

"What was that?" I asked suddenly, hearing some kind of movement from downstairs.

"Sh-Shit," Tweek replied anxiously, quickly pausing the game and sitting up. "I think my parents are back."

"Your parents? Did they say they were coming back tonight?"

"Y-Yeah. I guess we just lost track of time. D-Dammit… this isn't good, Craig."

"Hey," I said reassuringly, wiping away the tear that was beginning to form in his eye. "It'll be alright. I mean you see how good I've been doing. Maybe they'll be ok now."

"But they don't know about any of that stuff. Ah! They're gonna totally freak out!"

"Tweek, look at me," I placed my hand under his chin and raised it so his eyes met mine. "It'll be ok, I promise."

"I-It was supposed to be a secret!"

"I know, babe, but there's not much we can do now. We're just gonna have to talk to them."

"But…"

"Tweek! We're home!" his mother called from downstairs.

"Shit!"

"Just come downstairs with me. Everything will be fine."

I held out my hand, which he nervously accepted. I practically had to drag him out the door. I rubbed his hand with my thumb to try to calm him down. I felt guilty about putting him in such a stressful situation, especially considering his anxiety, but this had to be done.

"Hi Tweek, we…" his father stopped mid-sentence when he noticed the two of us walk down the stairs.

"What the hell is going on?" his mother gasped. "Tweek, what is…he doing here?"

Tweek looked at me, having no idea what to say.

"I just came over to visit," I answered calmly. "We just did some studying for our test tomorrow."

"And Craig and I are together!"

I couldn't believe it. Did he seriously just blurt that out to his parents?

"What do you mean you're together?" his father asked, his voice growing sterner. "And you knew you weren't supposed to have anyone over. Especially…him."

"H-He's really working on himself, dad! He quit smoking, he's studying and doing school work, and…I love him."

"Do you really expect us to believe that?" his mother asked. "You know we don't care if you're gay, Tweek, but…with Craig? He's no good for you."

"It's all true!" Tweek shouted defensively. "He did it all to be with me! He loves me and I love him and…y-you're just gonna have to accept that!"

I...I really couldn't believe it. We stood there in silence for a long moment before his father finally spoke.

"Alright, Tweek, if he gets a perfect score on this test tomorrow, then maybe I'll believe you. But if I ever see him smoking, picking fights, or anything like that, there's no way we're gonna approve of you two being together."

Tweek glanced at me before turning his attention back to his father. "I know he'll ace the test tomorrow! If he does, do you promise to give him a chance?"

"A perfect score. And I want proof."

His mother nodded in agreement. "Now it's getting late. You need to go upstairs and your little…boyfriend needs to get heading home."

Tweek gave me a quick hug while his father opened the front door and motioned me out. I squeezed him before pulling myself from the embrace and leaving the house, the door closing behind me.

That definitely didn't go how I expected.