NOTE: Hey all! Thanks so much for the positive response on the first chapter! Lil trigger warning for some homophobic language mentioned (only twice, I believe). This chapter gives a lil' background on Tweek just like last chapter gave a lil' background on Craig. Also, everyone has supportive parents because all these boys and girls in South Park, Colorado deserve the best (give or take with Cartman)! Please feel free to leave comments because any and all criticism/feedback is appreciated!

Craig felt like he couldn't breathe.

He also couldn't move.

Well, technically he could've moved. But his legs felt like they weighed a hundred pounds each, and he was afraid of making any sort of sound in fear of Tweek hearing him. He wanted to see more. He had no idea anyone else in town could skate, let alone that it was Tweek Tweak! He silently prayed that Tweek would play another song and skate again, and he smiled to himself when he saw the blonde pick up his phone and scroll through it.

Tweek, unaware of the boy spying on him, felt amazing.

Tweek Tweak has been figure skating since he was five years old. He remembers watching the Olympics with his mom one year, his head in her lap as she ran her fingers through his unruly curls. He became captivated by the figure skaters, his green eyes widening as he watched them twirl on the ice.

"Mama, how do they do that?!" he always asked, turning his head to look at her with big eyes. Mary Tweak couldn't help but smile at her son's enthusiasm, chuckling.

"They practice for years and years. They probably started when they were your age!" This caused the little boy in her lap to gasp.

"Mama! Could I do this? CAN I do this?!" he grinned, sitting up next to his mother and tugging on her shirt. Mary kissed his nose, causing Tweek to scrunch it up with a giggle.

"I'll talk with your father about it, but if it's something you really want to do, we can get you some lessons." The rest was history, Tweek starting lessons a month later. Richard Tweak was surprised at the request, but he wanted to support Tweek anyway he could. He knew he wasn't always around due to the shop, but he was damn sure he made it to Tweek's recitals. Tweek became a state champion by the age of ten, his medals and trophy collection growing every year since. However, Tweek knew one thing: he never wanted his friends to find out. It was already bad enough he came out as gay in a somewhat conservative town. He remembers the day fondly, that cold February day in seventh grade. Valentine's Day to be exact. He remembers seeing everyone getting valentines and he felt a little left out, but didn't know why he cared because he knew he liked boys. He didn't want any from the girls. He remembers at lunch they had student council set up a small stage and microphone so people could give compliments to someone or profess a crush they had been wishing to tell. Tweek was shaking as he stood in line, his hands tapping against his sides. He remembers hearing a ringing in his ears as he stood up at the microphone, looking out at the sea of his classmates. He sighed, closed his eyes, and blurted out, "I'm gay! I'm gay and I just-I just wanted to get that out there! No, I don't think you're cute, Eric," He shot a glare at Eric Cartman, the boy's mouth snapping shut as he crossed his arms in a huff. "And-and I don't want you to treat me any differently! Please...and-and thank you!" he hurried off the stage and out the cafeteria, running all the way to the boy's bathroom. He locked himself in a stall and started crying tears of joy. He felt so free. He felt…himself. He was Tweek Tweak, and he was gay. It wasn't until after the following period had he realized some people were not too thrilled with him. He doesn't remember who did it, but Tweek very vividly remembers the fist connecting with his face. He vividly remembers feeling something wet dumped on him (he thinks it was pee). He vividly remembers hearing "faggot!" drift down the hall. Tweek remembers that no one helped him for five minutes. He couldn't move, his face felt swollen and he tried to call out for help, but he started coughing at the foul stench coming from the liquid on his face.

"Tweek?! Tweek!" he heard a voice, a high-pitched voice. He opened his eyes and saw Wendy Testaburger leaning over him. "Tweek, oh my god, you're nose!" She grimaced at the smell of the mysterious liquid on his face, running to a nearby restroom to grab some paper towels. That was the first kind act that anybody did for Tweek at school, and he never expected it to be Wendy Testaburger. After the nurse cleaned his nose up (which, thankfully, wasn't broken, but it was swollen and he had two black eyes already), he was sent home after a quick phone call to his parents. He wanted to cry when he walked through the front door, his mother gasping as she rushed over to her son.

"Sweetheart! The nurse didn't tell me about this!" she cried out, cupping his cheeks in her hand. "You smell horrible what happened?!"

"M-mom I….some k-kid hit me and…"

"Why did he hit you?! Are you being bullied?!"

"Mom-mom where's d-dad?"

"The kitchen why-"

"Come on…" he pulled his mom into the kitchen and motioned for her to sit down. She sat down next to her husband who was eating his lunch.

"Son! What-"

"Dad…I…Mom…guys…I-I'm…I'm gay. I-I came out at-at lunch and a-after seventh period s-someone punched me in the face and I don't-I don't even care! I-I just-I'm sorry I didn't tell you s-sooner I just-I didn't know how to tell you or-or if I was gay I-Mom a-and Dad I'm so sorry and-" Mary reached out and held a finger to her son's lips, wiping a few tears that slipped from his still big, green eyes. She smiled at him, swallowing the lump in her throat.

"Sweetheart, I know. I-I've known since you were three and you wanted to play dress up with the girls at pre-school. You were always so unique. And-and you still are." Richard reached his hand out and grabbed Tweek's giving it a squeeze.

"Son, don't think this will change how we feel about you. For God's sake, you're our son! Our flesh and blood! We love you, Tweek, and we want to see you happy. We'll do anything to let that happen. Why do you think we let you figure skate?" Tweek let out a laugh and chuckled, wiping his eyes.

"Thank you." Now, five years later at eighteen, Tweek has never felt more confident in himself. He feels so free, especially when he gets to skate. He put on Swan Lake, letting himself get lost in the music. He started skating, listening to the rhythm and using that to choreograph his routine. He had a competition coming up in two months and he wanted to figure out the best song because he could win some serious money from this. The grand prize was ten thousand dollars and he has to win that money, he needs it for college! He twisted and turned and jumped and he felt like he was flying. He finished his routine as the song ended, smiling to himself as he caught his breath. Tweek, in his blissful state, was completely none the wiser to the set of bright blue eyes that was entranced by him behind the white tent.

Craig Tucker now had a secret, a secret he really wanted to confront his friends about, but he didn't want to hurt Tweek. But there was something Craig wasn't sure about: why is Tweek hiding this from everyone? He remembers the day Tweek came out. He remembers beating Cartman up after school for punching Tweek in the face. He remembers wishing he could be that brave. Craig has only come out to his family. He hasn't grown a pair of balls yet to come out to everyone else. One day, he thought. He let out a huff and walked into school, heading to his locker. He grumbled and cursed under his breath as he tugged at the lock, jumping as it shot open. Craig Tucker, of course, had the shittiest locker in the school. He didn't ask for a new one because it was right down the way from Tweek's locker. Speaking of Tweek, he had to say something to him. It was eating him up inside. He purposely put his books in his locker very slowly, going as far to organize it a little bit and clean out the empty soda cans and chip bags to kill some time. Finally, after about seven minutes, he heard those familiar fast footsteps rushing towards him. He glanced sideways and saw Tweek rush past him to his locker, waiting until he opened it and started unpacking his bag before he closed his locker (more like slammed his locker) and walked over to Tweek.

"Hey Tweek." He smiled, leaning against the lockers next to him. Tweek jumped a bit and looked over, smiling a bit as he grabbed his thermos out of his backpack.

"Oh. Hey-hey Craig. Hopefully we didn't keep you too late at work last night." Craig felt his heart jump to his throat.

"Oh! Nah I-sometimes I do homework after we close. Easier to focus there sometimes," he bit his lip. "What time you end up getting home?"

"About eleven." You fucking liar. Craig crossed his arms.

"Really? Don't you live like ten minutes away?" Tweek stiffened up.

"I-I had to run some errands for my mom. She forgot some ingredients for a recipe she's trying tonight." Craig licked his lips, determined to crack him.

"Doesn't the supermarket close at ten on Thursdays?"

"I went to a-to a farmer's market."

"At ten at night?"

"Yup."

"Really. Cause I saw someone on the ice after closing last night and I really think this mysterious skater looked a lot like-" Craig's eyes widened as Tweek's hand slammed over his lips, stumbling backwards into the boy's bathroom as Tweek pushed him with all his might. He watched as Tweek locked the door behind them, gasping as he shoved Craig against the wall.

"Shut the FUCK UP, Craig!" he hissed through his teeth, gripping his shirt. Craig, for the first time in his life, was afraid of Tweek. However, at the same time, he's never been more attracted to him. The way his cheeks were flushed and how angry he was…to be honest, it was very hot.

"What-"

"How much did you see? How long were you spying on me?"

"Whoa, okay, first off, you're lucky I didn't call the cops on you for trespassing on my ice rink," Tweek's eyes widened. "Second…I saw half of Waltz of the Flowers and all of Swan Lake." Tweek let him go, cursing under his breath and taking a long swig from his thermos. He started pacing, twirling a loose curl around his index finger, a replacement for tugging on his hair. You're gonna go bald if you keep pulling at your hair! His mother would always tell him.

"Craig, you-fucking listen to me. You cannot, absolutely cannot tell anybody. Please. I'm literally begging you. I-I…if this gets out I'd literally-"

"Tweek, why are you so embarrassed by this? You're incredible! I-I can't even do half the shit I saw you do!"

"No, it-it can't get out!"

"Do you understand how awesome it is though? I thought I was the only skater in town! This-it's so cool having someone else that skates!"

"Craig-"

"Can we at least tell the guys?!"

"NO! Craig-"

"What?! Why not?! They'll think it's so rad!"

"Because-"

"Because you don't want Clyde pestering you to teach him how to skate?"

"Because if word gets out the school faggot is a figure skater I'll never hear the fucking end of it!" Tweek shouted, tears brimming his eyes. Craig blinked, opening his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. "Don't-don't fucking tell anybody, Craig. Don't make me regret not punching you in the fucking stomach for spying on me." He hissed, rushing out of the boy's room, leaving Craig to stare after the one boy that has ever had the guts to threaten him.

Work that evening was hectic. Kenny and Craig had to Zamboni the ice every fifteen minutes due to the heavy traffic on the ice. At least five kids fell with no parents around, so Craig helped them up and held their hand as they skated a lap around the ice so the kid could get used to it. Craig's family showed up, his mom sliding him a sandwich (which, Craig was very grateful for), and he even got to skate around with his sister, Tricia. She was a freshman in high school this year and it was really freaking him out how quickly his little sister was becoming a young woman. As the crowd slowly started to leave the rink, he bit his lip and pulled his phone out, dialing a number quickly and holding it to his ear. After the third ring, he heard a familiar voice.

"Hello?"

"Hey Tweek."

"Aren't you at work?"

"Yeah. Listen…I feel bad about earlier and…I want to make it up to you. Can you meet me at the rink in a half an hour?"

"I mean…I guess so."

"Bring the skates." He whispered into his phone, hanging up before he could listen to Tweek object. He helped Kenny clean up outside after they closed, rushing inside to clean up whatever the girls that worked the skate rentals didn't clean up. He looked at his phone. 10:15.

"Fuck." He whispered, leaning his head against the tent. He sighed and walked outside, locking the doors behind him and after turning the lights off. He walked over to turn the string lights over the rink off, but blinked when he saw Tweek sitting in the bleachers.

"Hey Craig."

"Oh. Hey Tweek." Tweek glanced around.

"Look, it-can whatever you want to say or do wait? I-I'm tired and I…honestly, I don't really want to see you right now." Craig swore in that moment his heart stopped. Or it fell on the ground. He isn't sure. Hearing Tweek say that about him really…hurt. Tweek was one of his best friends (if not his best friend) and he didn't mean to hurt Tweek this badly.

"I have a proposition for you." Tweek raised an eyebrow.

"Why?"

"Did you bring your skates?" He held a small bag up, sighing.

"Yes Craig." This made Craig smile.

"You said you don't want anyone finding out about you skating, right? But I couldn't imagine not being able to skate whenever I wanted, especially during this time of year. So…whenever you want to skate, call me, and I'll stay late so you can skate for as long as you want." Tweek blinked, his eyes wide.

"Craig, I…I can't let you do that. Won't you get in trouble?"

"I don't think my boss gives a fuck what I do." Tweek bit his lip, looking around. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he looked at Craig.

"You'd really do this for me?" He whispered, standing up and walking down to stand in front of Craig.

"Yeah, Tweek. You're like, my best friend. Plus, I feel awful for spying on you and-and being so rude today." Tweek chuckled and punched his arm.

"Deal. And I'll stop saying you spied on me…I…uh…I'm glad you enjoyed my routine." Craig grinned.

"Can I join you? On the ice?"

"Yeah. You fucking work here."

"Oh…yeah true." Tweek sat down and kicked off his boots, quickly putting his skates on and jumping onto the ice. Craig stayed off the ice for a few minutes, watching Tweek skate around the ice a few times. He chuckled as Tweek skated over to him, practically tumbling over the side.

"Come on, Craig!" he reached out and grabbed Craig's hand, tugging him onto the ice with him. Tweek's hands were surprisingly warm despite the cold December air. Tweek let his hand go and skated backwards away from him, grinning at him. Craig skated after him, admiring how gracefully Tweek moved on the ice. Tweek may be shorter than Craig (Craig was also the tallest kid in the class, standing at six foot three), but Tweek was all leg. They twisted around each other so easily, he was surprised they didn't get tangled up as he moved across the ice. The two danced across the ice for about an hour, and in that time, Craig discovered three things:

Tweek Tweak could totally outskate him.

Tweek can smile really wide, to the point where Craig was worried his face would rip in half

He was totally and utterly fucking entranced by this stupid, wonderful boy