NOTE: Hello again! I know I'm updating a lot, but I just wanted to take a moment and thank you all for the kind words! I also want to mention that I will be uploading as much as I can this week. I just finished up the semester today, but then come Christmas Eve, I probably won't be able to post until January because I'm going on vacation the day after Christmas! I'll try and post the first week of January! Little warning for underage drinking and the usage of marijuana (little side note: I have only smoked once, so I loosely based how they act off of the people around me!) Please enjoy, and as always, feedback is appreciated!

A routine was made between Tweek and Craig, but neither of them acknowledge it as so.

Every time Tweek wanted to skate, he'd shoot Craig a text sometime around eight o'clock so Craig knew to be on the watch for him around ten fifteen. Then, they would skate together for about an hour and a half, Craig sometimes even watching Tweek. They could both agree that they were never tired of doing it. It's been a week since this unofficial routine was made, and Craig decided to watch Tweek tonight after a particularly long day of work (which was to be expected, since it was now a week before Christmas). He noticed, however, that Tweek kept doing a lot of the same things over and over, an index finger sometimes slipping into his hair to twirl a loose curl around.

"Hey Tweek?" he called out after a half hour of watching his friend. Tweek looked up and skated over, leaning against the side.

"Do-are you alright?" he asked, Tweek's cheeks particularly flushed.

"Yeah, I'm alright. But are you alright? You seem…frustrated tonight." Tweek bit his lip, letting out an aggressive huff.

"I…I have a competition coming up. In two months to be exact. And-and there's a huge cash prize and I'm struggling to figure out what song I want to perform to."

"How much money we talking?" Craig took a sip of his hot chocolate, looking at Tweek.

"Ten thousand dollars." Tweek covered his mouth to keep from laughing as Craig choked on his hot chocolate, sending the boy into a coughing fit.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" he choked out after a minute of coughing, slamming his hand on his chest to ease the searing pain.

"NO! And that's why I'm so freaked out! I-I have no idea what I want to do! I've-I've performed to what feels like every classical song ever!" Craig thought for a moment, licking his lips.

"Does it have to be a classical song?"

"Well…no. At least I don't think so." Craig pulled out his phone, typing something into Google. He read from his phone.

"So, it looks like they changed the rules in 2014. The International Skating Committee now allows skaters in the Olympics to use music with lyrics." Tweek blinked, thinking.

"Huh…I mean…we could try some songs with lyrics. I-I don't know if I'll end up using it for the competition though…" Craig shrugged, pulling up his playlist on his phone.

"It's worth a-"

"Are you pulling music up?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Craig, your music taste sucks!"

"Take that back!"

"It's all 80's music!"

"The 80's was the best ten years ever, how dare you!" Tweek let out a laugh.

"I'll let you pick the song, but if it sucks, I pick the next one."

"Fine! Gimme, like, five minutes I gotta find the best song," Craig spent some time scrolling on his phone, humming to himself as he did. Tweek skated a few laps while he waited, chuckling as Craig jumped up, yelling, "TWEEK I FOUND THE PERFECT SONG!" Tweek skated over to him, leaning against the side with his chin on his hands.

"I'm ready."

"Heat of the Moment by Asia. Think about it! It has a lot of different tempos so you can do graceful shit at the times it's slower, but also do some new things that would fit with the faster tempos!" Tweek couldn't help but smile at the way Craig was so enthusiastic about this. It was nice seeing someone so…interested in him and what he was doing. He thought a moment, before shrugging.

"What the fuck, why not? I'll give it a shot." Craig pumped a fist in the air as Tweek skated to the middle of the rink, now watching Craig hook his phone up to the speaker system of the rink. He smiled as he heard the first few chords of the guitar play over the speaker, closing his eyes to get a feel for the initial tempo. He knew the song well, but he didn't want to tell Craig that. His father loved the song and would sing it every time it came on in the car. He started with some simple twists and turns, almost as if he was dancing ballet. Then, when it got to the chorus, he started his jumps and leaps. He picked up the speed, flying from one end of the rink to the other in what felt like seconds. Tweek was completely lost in the moment, while Craig, on the other hand, was completely lost in Tweek. Listening to one of his favorite songs and watching the boy he's completely fallen for really made the moment feel…surreal. He bit his lip, thinking how if (and he did mean if) him and Tweek started dating, they'd be going separate ways in six months. There was also one other problem: Craig hasn't come out yet. By the time I stop working, I'm going to come out. He would say the end of the school year, but he wants to go to prom, and he's hoping to now ask Tweek. He went to junior prom with Heidi, and although he had a great time, part of him wondered what going to prom with a guy would've been like. Craig still found girls very attractive, but there's so many attractive guys in the world as well! He was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice Tweek skate up to him with a grin.

"Hey! NASA!" Tweek snapped his fingers in Craig's face, causing him to jump.

"Did you just call me NASA?"

"Yeah cause you're up in fucking space." Craig snickered, rolling his eyes.

"Well…?" Tweek smiled.

"It was actually perfect." Craig thrusted his hands in the air in triumph.

"I don't want any of you fucking telling me my music sucks! I told you it rocks!"

"Okay fine, I'll admit, I am a little bit of an 80's fan myself."

"So, you lied to me after insulting me?!" Craig shook his head. "That's low even for you, dude." Tweek rolled his eyes and laughed.

"Come on, let's head home."

Bebe was walking around the lunch room the next day, hoping from table to table. She was inviting everyone to her annual Christmas party. She's held it every year on the Saturday before Christmas since eighth grade. It's become a tradition among the large group of friends to always go. Plus, it was an ugly sweater party, there was booze, and, thanks to Kenny, there was also weed. She came over and plopped herself next to Clyde, who's cheeks immediately flushed a bright red.

"Hey boys! You're all coming to my party tomorrow, right?" They all grinned and cheered, high fiving her.

"Bebe you know we wouldn't fucking miss the Christmas party!" Token laughed.

"I know I know just checking! My parents are leaving me a hundred bucks for the night. They won't be home, they always go to a hotel so they're out of the way, but does anyone have any drink requests? Stan and his gang already said eggnog." Tweek's nose scrunched up.

"Out of all the drinks in-in the world they chose eggnog?" he laughed, putting a chip in his mouth. Bebe rolled her eyes with a smile,

"Something about being festive, or some shit."

"I request some Captain Morgan." Craig said, sipping at his chocolate milk.

"Damn Craig! You just gonna drink rum without a chaser?!" Bebe laughed, a swift punch to the arm by Craig making her laugh harder.

"No, dumbass, I'm bringing a fucking liter of coke! I'm classy I like rum and coke!" he chuckled.

"I got my own vodka I'm bringing," Token said, glancing to Clyde. "He shares with me." They shared a fist bump, grinning. Bebe nodded, typing all the information into a note on her phone before looking at Tweek.

"Anything for you Tweek?" Tweek's cheeks turned a bright red as he smiled.

"E-everyone promise not to judge me?" They all looked around, eyebrows furrowed with confusion. They all nodded anyways.

"Can…," Tweek started laughing, dropping his head into his hands. "I really like Jose Cuervo margarita, if it isn't too hard to get." There was a moment of silence, but Bebe was the first to break it.

"Tweek, I can totally get that because that's my favorite fucking drink also!" Tweek grinned and they shared a high five, laughing as she jumped up. "I'll see you boys tomorrow! Don't forget to wear an ugly sweater!" She ran off, leaving Craig grinning at Tweek.

"Margarita? Really?"

"I'm a pussy when it comes to hard liquor. I like my tequila disguised with a sugary flavor."

When the boys showed up to Bebe's house, the party was already in full swing. Everyone was gathered in the large finished basement, all the food and drinks upstairs in the kitchen. Beer pong was in the living room, and it was currently Kyle versus Stan. The four boys made their way into the basement, all of them greeted with a roar of hellos.

"Oh my god you're here!" Bebe screamed over the music, pushing her way to hug them all.

"Wouldn't miss it!" Clyde yelled back with a grin. Bebe giggled, sipping at her drink, but suddenly stopping.

"OH! Tweek wait here!" She rushed off and came back a minute later with a red solo cup practically spilling over with margarita in one hand and Craig's Captain Morgan in the other. "As promised!" She grinned and gave Tweek's cheek a kiss, which made Tweek glance over at Clyde with a mischievous smile, managing to catch Clyde turning a bright red.

"Thanks, Bebe!" he shouted, watching her wander off. The boys settled down into a seat over by where everyone was passing a bowel around, the familiar scent of weed filling their nostrils. Ever since the legalization in Colorado, marijuana has been quite frequent at their parties. Token hopped in the circle with Clyde, but Craig sat on a nearby couch with Tweek, sipping at his drink.

"You ever smoke before?" He asked, glancing at Tweek. He shook his head.

"Only been around it." He admitted with a sheepish laugh.

"Have you wanted to try it?" There was a pause.

"Yeah." Craig chuckled.

"This is the safest and best time to do it if you wanted to. I'm not trying to pressure you, just…figured I'd let you know." Tweek nodded, biting his lip. He huffed.

"What the hell." He mumbled, sliding in between Clyde and Token. He glanced back at Craig, who was squeezing in between him and Clyde, who was now handing Craig the bowel. Craig swore under his breath, grabbing the grinder out of the middle of the circle and packing the bowel with some weed.

"Here I'll show you. You cover this little hole on the side with your thumb, and while you hold it to your mouth, you light it," he held the bowel up to his lips, flicking the lighter against the drug. Tweek watched as it lit up a bit, listening to Craig inhale deeply, then watched his thumb lift off the hole as he pulled the bowel away, exhaling. "Just like that. It may hurt a bit, but it's like…drinking super-hot coffee." Tweek nodded, biting his lip as Craig passed him the bowel and lighter. His heart was hammering in his chest, mentally going through the steps Craig had just showed him. He copied exactly what he did, inhaling deeply. He felt his lungs fill up with the burning smoke, but it felt…good. He closed his eyes as he exhaled, coughing a few times as he passed it to Token. He looked at Craig.

"Like-like that?" he coughed, smiling. Craig didn't want to say anything in fear of saying something stupid, because watching Tweek momentarily get lost in the moment and smoking was incredibly beautiful. He opted to simply nod, giving him a thumbs up. Craig didn't smoke very often. Every now and then when he hung out with Kenny he'd smoke a joint with him, but he was regularly drug tested during ice hockey. Since he decided not to play this winter to earn money, he figured, why the hell not? The bowel made its way around three more times before Craig glanced over at Tweek.

"Hey…buddy," he nudged Tweeks arm. They were both clearly very high, a lazy grin forming on both their faces as they made eye contact. "Wanna go upstairs?"

"Uh-huh." Tweek said, his eyes completely blood shot. They both slowly made their way upstairs, careful not to spill their drinks. They plopped in another circle in the living room, Tweek sitting next to Wendy and Craig next to Kenny. They soon realized after sitting down that everyone was playing spin the bottle.

"What?! What-what the fuck is this?! Is-did I go back in time?! Is this middle school?!" Craig laughed, causing Tweek to go into a fit of snickers across the circle. Kenny started laughing.

"Dude, first off, you're so high. Second, you got Tweek high?!" Tweek laid down on his back, drawing circles in the fluffy carpet.

"I needed this, Kenny!"

"Are you guys playing or not?" Kenny laughed, sipping at his drink. They both gave a thumbs up, before Heidi spun the bottle. Craig took a quick glance around, looking at the people he may potentially be locking lips with: Jimmy, Tweek, Wendy, Stan, Kyle, Kenny, Cartman, Clyde, Bebe, Heidi, Token, Butters, Nichole, Red, and a few people he couldn't quite remember at the moment. Heidi landed on Stan (who was super drunk) and they both grinned.

"C'mere!" Stan said with a grin, crawling across the circle and kissing Heidi, falling backwards with her as everyone cheered. Cartman wasn't even mad (probably because, he too, was also very drunk) and he was instead laughing at how sloppy it all was. Heidi and Cartman broke up three years ago, but he still had some unresolved feelings towards the girl. Next up to spin was Bebe, and her spin landed on Kenny.

"McCormick, come on down!" she laughed, meeting Kenny half way in the middle. The two kissed slowly, but it was still sloppy due to the alcohol. Everyone cheered and clapped, some laughing as Kenny did a little dance back to his spot. Wendy spun next, and she landed on Craig, who gasped.

"Wendy! It's me!" He grinned as he crawled across the circle, pressing his lips to Wendy's as she laughed. It was quick and fun, the way spin the bottle kisses should be. Craig carefully scooched back to his spot, a stupid smirk on his face.

"I always thought you were cute!" she laughed.

"Wendy!" Stan gasped, pretending to be hurt. She quickly hopped up and gave Stan a kiss on the cheek. "Okay I forgive you." Token spun next, landing on Tweek. Tweek started laughing.

"Hey buddy!" he laughed. Token snickered as Tweek practically crawled onto his lap, kissing him with such force that they fell backwards.

"Christ Tweek, get a room!" Clyde shouted, making everyone laugh, including Tweek as he made his way back across the circle. Finally (after what felt like an eternity) it was Craig's turn. He spun it, watching it spin round and round. Finally, it stopped. Following the bottle head to see where it landed, he couldn't help but grin when he saw who it was.

"Jimmy! My ol' pal!" Craig crawled over to Jimmy, giving him a sweet kiss on the lips. He pulled away and gave him one more for good luck, a grin on his face.

"S-s-shit Craig! Y-you really know how to-to win a g-g-guy over!" He laughed, sipping from his drink. When it got to Tweek, the boy was so long gone due to the marijuana and alcohol, he didn't even say anything as he spun it, a goofy grin on his face. He moved his head in a circle as he watched it move, looking up when it stopped. A pair of bright blue eyes met his, everyone in the group going crazy with laughter and cheering. At the other end of the bottle sat Craig Tucker.

"It's a Christmas miracle!" Stan shouted, laying against Kyle as he clapped and fake wiped tears out of his eyes. Craig's heart was hammering in his chest. Holyfuckholyfuckholyfuck! He smiled at Tweek, and he was thankful when Tweek smiled back.

"C'mere." Tweek mumbled, crawling to the center of the circle. Craig met him half way, both of them looking at each other for a moment before pressing their lips together. The combination of weed, margarita, and rum and coke was disgusting, but Tweek's lips were incredibly soft. It was the first think Craig noticed. He couldn't focus on anything else. He kissed Tweek for what felt like an eternity, Tweek's tongue darting out to touch Craig's lips. He opened his lips just enough so both of them could turn it into a minature make out session. They didn't even remember where they were. They couldn't remember where they were. Eventually, it was Cartman who finally said something.

"You wanna talk about Token and Tweek getting a room, but what about Craig and Tweek?! Jesus Christ, guys!" They pulled away with a smack of their lips, both grinning stupidly.

"Didn't know you had it in you, NASA." Tweek whispered, sitting back next to Wendy. Craig was numb, and he felt like he couldn't move. Kenny tugged him back next to him, breaking him out of his daze.

"Dude, did you just make out with Tweek?" he whispered, a smile on his face. Craig could only nod, a small smile on his lips as he stood up. He needed air. The large living room suddenly felt much smaller. He stumbled out onto the back deck, rushing to the railing. Craig grimaced as he vomited into the bushes below him, swearing under his breath.

"Fuck." He hissed, wiping his mouth on his sleeve as he plopped onto a hammock that was on Bebe's deck. He closed his eyes, the only sound heard being the thumping of the bass from the music in the basement. After about twenty minutes, he heard the sliding door open.

"C-Craig?" he shot up when he heard Tweek's voice, the boy closing the door behind him. He looked green.

"Hey-hey Tweek. You okay?" he shook his head, rushing to the railing and vomiting in the same spot as Craig.

"I-I wanna go home." He mumbled, his eyes brimming with tears.

"Did-did something happen?"

"Nono I'm…I just don't feel well." He fell against Craig's chest, wrapping his arms around him. Craig blinked, taking a moment to process everything (he was still pretty high) before wrapping his arms around him.

"Do you want to come back to my place? My parents are at a Christmas party tonight as well. They won't mind you staying over. That way your parents won't catch you like this," He rubbed small circles into his back, smiling a bit as he felt Tweek nod against his chest. "Come on, let's sneak out this way. I'll text Bebe once we get home." The walk home was a lot longer than it should've been since they were both drunk and high (Craig was never going to cross fade again…at least not until college). Once they reached Craig's doorstep, he unlocked his house and helped Tweek take his coat, hat, and gloves off.

"Water." Tweek mumbled, slowly making his way upstairs. Craig grabbed two water bottles, sent a quick text to Bebe saying they were home safely and that they were sorry to bail so suddenly, and then slowly made his way upstairs. He walked into his room, but blinked when Tweek wasn't there. He heard someone hurling down the hall in the bathroom, cursing as he flung the door open to see Tweek clutching the toilet with pale hands. He grabbed some of his sister's hair clips out of the cabinet to pin back the front of Tweek's hair, sitting next to him after.

"Here's the water." He whispered, opening it up for him. Tweek glanced up at him after he coughed a few times, nodding as a thank you. He took a few mouthfuls of water, spitting them into the toilet before flushing it. He leaned against the bath tub next to Craig, the porcelain tub ice cold against his burning skin.

"'m so hot." He slurred out, his head lulling backwards as his eyes closed.

"Here, let's get your sweater off. Lift your arms up." Tweek could barely lift his arms, but he tried the best he could. Tweek didn't drink often, but he knew he had too much tonight, and the fact he smoked didn't help either. He let Craig lift his sweater over his head, feeling him adjust the clips in his hair so that they pulled more hair off his forehead.

"Thanks." He murmured, sighing as the cold tub hit his bare back.

"Drink. You just threw up what looked like everything in your stomach." Tweek chuckled a bit, leaning his head on Craig's shoulder.

"You're an awesome kisser." He murmured after five minutes of silence. Craig blinked, staring down at him.

"Uh…Thanks. I uh…you too."

"I've only kissed one other person before tonight."

"Who?"

"Wendy."

"Really?" Tweek shifted against him, laying his head in Craig's lap.

"Don't…don't tell Stan. It was ninth grade. I…I-I hadn't been kissed yet and we-we had become close so…one night at a sleep over she asked if I wanted to kiss her so I could say I kissed somebody. I did, and it was fun. Didn't mean much though since I had come out already, but she's smart and said to tell people it happened in sixth grade so-so it was like before I came out..." He smiled up at Craig, closing his eyes.

"What was it like?"

"It was okay. Sloppy a bit because I didn't know-"

"I mean coming out." Tweek's eyes shot open, locking eyes with Craig.

"You were there…"

"I-I know but…I mean what was going on in your head? What made you decide on that day?" Tweek bit his lip, thinking a moment.

"I…don't really know. I-I remember feeling…fake. I didn't really feel-feel myself, ya know? I felt like I was lying to people all the time by telling them I liked girls. I didn't want to be a liar, Craig. I-I wanted to tell the truth. That day…seeing-seeing everyone so happy to receive Valentine's…it was something I really wanted, but I knew I wouldn't have enjoyed it as much if it came from a girl. I knew I'd never get one from a guy if…people didn't know I-I was gay…so I decided at lunch during the whole declaration of love bull shit that…I was gonna just…come out." Tweek stopped a moment before giving a small shrug, chuckling a bit. He groaned suddenly, crawling back over to the toilet before vomiting again. Craig rubbed his back, his mind going a million miles a minute. He desperately wanted to come out to Tweek right then and there. Just say it. Just say "I'm bisexual". He thought, but he couldn't. Not yet. He wanted coming out to be…special. Brave, even. Just like Tweek's coming out moment was. Sure, he got punched later, but that's because Cartman is a fucking asshole and Craig was sure to remind him of that as he beat him up after school that day. Tweek looked at Craig after he flushed the toilet, his eyes half closed.

"Come on, let's go to bed." Craig said, standing.

"Can't…move." Tweek mumbled, closing his eyes as he curled up on the floor. Tweek's eyes opened as he felt the cool tile leave his cheek, blinking as the fabric of Craig's sweater quickly replaced it. He could feel and hear Craig's heart against his ear, the rhythmic sound relaxing him. Craig placed him on the side of the bed that wasn't against the wall, placing a trashcan with a new plastic bag in it next to the bed.

"Just in case you need to vomit and can't leave the bed," Tweek nodded, letting Craig know he heard him. "Pants off?" Tweek nodded again, rolling on his back so Craig could tug his jeans off. Craig took off Tweek's shoes and socks first before tugging his jeans down, tucking the blankets up around him before he started changing for the night. He stripped down to his boxers, hearing a small hum from Tweek.

"I didn't know you got a tattoo." Craig blinked, looking at Tweek in the mirror. He smiled.

"Look who's spying now," he said with a chuckled, tugging on pajama pants. Craig looked at the tattoo that rested on his chest over his heart. "I got it about a month ago for my birthday." He crawled into bed next to Tweek, laying on his side to face him. He shivered as Tweek started tracing his index finger over the line work. It was a simple tattoo, really. It was the moon with three stars around it.

"Why the moon?"

"You know I've always had a fascination for space."

"Why three stars?"

"My mom, dad, and Tricia." Tweek smiled.

"And the placement?" Craig blushed, laughing in embarrassment.

"I uh…when I was younger, whenever my mom said she loved me, I'd always ask her how much. She'd always tell me, 'I love you to the moon and back'. Then she would say, 'My heart is over the moon for you, Craig. Always remember that: my heart to the moon'." Tweek looked up at him, a smile on his face.

"Craig…that's incredibly sweet."

"I guess so."

"No," Tweek took Craig's face in his hands. "I mean it. That…that's so sweet and-and thoughtful. I never knew you were so…I don't know…romantic? I guess that's the word." Craig chuckled, rolling on his back.

"I'm full of surprises." Tweek laid his head on Craig's chest, yawning as Craig started rubbing his back.

"Craig?"

"Yeah?"

"You're my best friend." He chuckled.

"You're mine too."

"Craig?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm going to sleep."

"Okay, Tweek."

"Good night."

"Good night." Craig laid awake for about another hour, listening to Tweek's breathing. He watched his back rise and fall against his chest, his hand resting on the middle of his back. He could feel his heart beat against his fingertips. That rhythmic beat started lulling him to sleep, his eyes fluttering shut. Okay, he thought. I could definitely get used to this.