NOTE: I am back yet again! Thank you all again for the wonderful response to the last chapter! This one isn't as intense, but it gets a lil' juicy! I'm gonna try my best to post two or three more times before Sunday! Thank you all again for reading and, as always, feedback is much appreciated!

The first thing that Tweek noticed when he woke up was his head.

It felt like it was exploding.

He stifled a groan, being careful not to wake Craig up as he rolled over and glanced at the clock. It was only ten thirty, but he felt like he had just woken up from a coma. The pain behind his eyes was excruciating, and it could only be described as the feeling of Eric Cartman sitting on his face and rubbing his ass in it so his tailbone stabbed him in the eyes. Tweek (thankfully) has never had this happen to him, but he can only imagine this is the kind of pain it would bring. He reached out and grabbed the water on the night stand, taking big gulps to wet his dry mouth. Setting the water bottle in the trash after completely draining it, Tweek laid on his back and sighed, rubbing his temples. He was clearly hungover, but he was too afraid to go downstairs and get any coffee. One, Mr. and Mrs. Tucker could be downstairs, and two, if he moved he may vomit. Instead, Tweek took the time to look around Craig's room. Even though the room was dark from the blackout curtains, there was a small sliver of light shining through, lighting the room he spent so much time as a child in. He smirked as he looked up, seeing the glow stars Token got Craig for his tenth birthday still there. He noted the rapid scampering of Stripe (now Stripe #5) as the slumbering Guinea pig finally woke up. He also listened to the sound of Craig sleeping. He snored, but not loud enough to warrant a kick in the leg. It was subtle, and, if Tweek was being honest, adorable. As the time slowly approached eleven, he decided to gently shake Craig awake.

"Craig," He whispered, shaking his arm. This resulted in Craig to groan, tugging the blankets up to his chin. "No-no don't do that Craig, come on. It-it's eleven and my head hurts and I'm afraid if I-I move I'll vomit." He begged, curling in on himself with a groan. This now caught Craig's attention. He rolled over slowly, careful not to move the bed too much, and faced Tweek.

"What do you need?" He murmured, his eyes still half lidded as he tried to force them open.

"Coffee…if-if it isn't too much to ask." Craig raised his nose to the air, taken a few sniffs. As he caught a whiff of the familiar scent of coffee, he suddenly got up, slowly making his way to the door. He returned a few minutes later with two cups of coffee, handing the mug with black coffee to Tweek.

"I know you normally drink it black, so…" Tweek looked at him, blinking.

"Are you okay?" Craig looked confused.

"Yeah, why?"

"Why are you lisping so much?" Tweek asked, his brows furrowed with worry. Craig blinked, realizing why. He blushed and opened his mouth, tugging the retainer out from its resting place and tossing it into his case.

"Sorry." He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck.

"You didn't even wash it!"

"I never do!"

"Craig!"

"I'll wash it later!" Tweek rolled his eyes with a smile, sitting up just enough to sip his coffee.

"How long have you had that thing?"

"Since I was thirteen. You remember when I had braces"

"Yeah, but why do you still wear it?"

"Tweek, see this?" he gave him a big grin. "This here is a three-thousand-dollar smile. Seriously! My parents spent good money on these teeth and I'm gonna make sure they fucking stay beautiful!" Tweek snickered, taking a long sip of his coffee.

"If you don't wear it for like…I don't know, a week, I think you'll be fine."

"Not risking it." Tweek laughed, watching Craig get up to pour food into Stripe #5's food bowl.

"How are you feeling, though?" Craig asked from across the room. Tweek took a moment to just look at Craig before sighing.

"'m alright. My head is pounding."

"Baby's first hangover." Tweek rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help but smile.

"Yeah, yeah take a picture, why don't you?" Tweek's eyes widened as Craig whipped out his phone, yelping as he snapped a quick picture. "Craig!"

"Sorry, I gotta send it to the guys." Craig smiled, leaving the room and coming back with two aspirin. Tweek gave him a nod before tossing his head back as he threw the pills in his mouth, swallowing them down with coffee.

"How long are you going to let me s-stay here today?" Craig stopped raising the mug to his lips, taking a moment to think. He shrugged.

"I…don't know. I guess…how long do you want to stay over today?"

"Well…I have work at three so…could I stay until two?"

"Yeah sure that's fine."

"Question."

"Fire away." Craig blinked as Tweek started tracing his tattoo again.

"How…badly did this hurt?" Craig looked up at Tweek's face, watching the way his eyes followed his finger. He chuckled.

"It wasn't too bad. The whole session was about…two hours? It only hurt really when he had to go over some spots he already went over and they were already sore." Tweek nodded, humming to himself as he continued to trace the tattoo. Craig noted how long Tweek's fingers were, but they were so delicate. They were soft, but the tips of his fingers were calloused from years of working with them.

"I've always wanted one…but-but I can never decide what I want. Choosing something to permanently have on your body forever…god that…it-it's too much pressure!" Craig couldn't help but smile.

"Whenever you say that it reminds me of when we were kids."

"What-what does?"

"Too much pressure." Tweek's cheeks turned a bright red.

"Oh…r-right."

"But…the tattoo thing. I just…I thought about things that were super important to me…things that still are important to me. I want something that I can look at and smile because they remind me of a certain time in my life or, in this case, my childhood obsession and my family." Craig could see Tweek's brain working, his eyes half lidded as he set his now empty mug on the night stand as he laid back down.

"That's…nice…and makes it…almost easy to choose something." Craig chuckled, tucking him in.

"Why don't you get a little more sleep? Don't want to be working with this bad of a hangover." Tweek tried to protest, but he was already fading into the sleep he knew he wanted. Craig waited until he heard the soft, rhythmic breathing coming from Tweek before he pulled his phone out, looking at the picture he took of Tweek. The light was shining in on his lap, illuminating the coffee mug in his hands. The reflection from the light on the coffee lit Tweek's face up a bit, the color of his cheeks even visible. Craig didn't send it to the guys. He just wanted a reason to have a picture of Tweek Tweak in his bed.

Work was a nightmare for Tweek. Craig woke him up around one thirty so Tweek could leave by two like he wanted. The walk home felt like a hike, even though it was three blocks away. When he walked through the door, he grabbed a water bottle from the fridge before having a small conversation with his parents as he ate his before work sandwich. It took every fiber of Tweek's being not to moan as he ate his sandwich, the taste so bold and flavorful to his empty stomach. Come three o'clock, Tweek was clocking in at the book store, immediately being handed a stack of books to go shelve. He let out a small groan, making his way upstairs to the appropriate section. He climbed the small ladder to the top shelf, starting the easy (but today, the excruciating) task of shelving the books. After about ten minutes, Wendy made her way over.

"You look-"

"Awful. I know." He mumbled, running a hand through his hair with a huff. Wendy let out a small laugh.

"Where'd you go after spin the bottle?"

"I hurled in Bebe's bushes and Craig took me to his place." Wendy bit her lip to keep herself from grinning.

"You and Craig have been spending a lot of time together lately."

"I always hang out with Craig. He's one of my best friends."

"Tweek, you know what I mean." Tweek's face flushed pink, the tips of his ears as well.

"Craig's straight. He's just a really nice guy."

"I know but…aren't you just a little bit curious to see how far you could go with him?"

"Jesus Christ, Wendy!"

"Tweek, I see how you look at him!" she tugged him down off the ladder, bringing her voice to a whisper. "I want you happy, Tweek…if anyone deserves it it's you." Tweek bit his lip.

"But Craig? I-I…I-I don't know! He's my best friend, Wendy! What if-what if I try anything again and he-he gets freaked out?"

"You could always ask him about it, ya know? Maybe he…I don't know, maybe he's confused? Kids like to experiment sometimes. Hell, I did after Stan and I broke up in ninth grade."

"You're back together!"

"Yeah, but he experimented too, and we both realized we still had feelings for each other, and that we weren't gay." Tweek nodded, leaning his head back.

"I'll think about it…I don't know though. Maybe I'll at least talk to him about it." Wendy gave a small nod, squeezing his hand before walking away to return to her job. About four hours later, around seven o'clock, Tweek heard the bell on the door of the shop. He always glances at the door to see who was coming in, but he was shocked to find that it was Craig walking in. He walked over to the railing on the second floor, catching his eye. Craig waved, a small smile tugging at his lips. He held a thermos up above his head, pointing to it. Tweek blushed, making his way downstairs and tugging him aside.

"I brought you coffee, dude."

"Why?"

"I…don't know I thought maybe you'd want some." Tweek's cheeks grew a darker red.

"I…do. Thanks, Craig." He caught Wendy's eye from across the room, who's eyes were as big as Tweek's.

"Can you sit for a few minutes?"

"I…sure." He led them to a small table in the romance section, plopping down onto the cushy seat with a sigh. He hated to say it, but he really needed this coffee now. His aspirin was starting to wear off and he needed something to stop the throbbing in his head.

"How's work been?"

"Uneventful." Craig gave a small nod as he poured some coffee into a paper cup he brought.

"So…why the romance section?" Tweek shot up straight in his seat, looking around.

"Shit! I-Craig it doesn't-" Craig snorted, sliding the paper cup to him.

"I'm teasing you, dude." Tweek grabbed the coffee, quickly gulping it down to ease the nerves. Wendy's words raced through his head. Just have a conversation.

"Hey…can I talk to you about u-uh…last night?"

"What about last night?" Craig knew what he wanted to talk about, but he couldn't really hear Tweek over the pounding of his heart in his ears.

"Um…y-you know…our kiss." Tweek's voice trailed off as he spoke.

"Oh…yeah it…it was all alcohol induced." Shut up, idiot.

"Yeah…totally." I knew it was too good to be true. He's so fucking straight.

"We're still…good, right? Still friends?" Stop! You want to be more than friends with him, Craig!

"Of course." Fuck.

"I'll uh…I'll let you get back to work…if you-if you want to come by the rink later just… let me know." Tweek only nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. He wasn't sure why he was so emotional. He wasn't even sure if he really liked Craig that way. He thinks it's the fact that Craig's his best friend. He thinks it's the fact that Craig seems so flirty with him all the time. He thinks it's the fact that spending all this time with Craig Tucker has made him realize he craves his affection.

Tweek didn't go to the rink that night, instead opting to go to sleep for as long as he could once he got off at work. The next day in school, he tried to give himself some space from Craig. He's been spending so much time with him that he feels like this is what's confusing him so much. Craig Tucker was straight. He's never really given any reason to think otherwise. He's just so nice to Tweek because they're best friends, and they're doing things together that best friends do. He managed to avoid Craig up until lunch, where Clyde, Token, Jimmy, and Craig were all sitting waiting for him so they could draw names for their annual Secret Santa.

"Jesus, dude, it's about time!" Clyde whined, tossing the papers with their names on it into Craig's hat.

"Sorry…" he mumbled, slouching onto his hand as he looked at the hat. They all pulled a piece of paper out of the hat, looking at each other.

"Everyone make sure you don't have yourself." Token said as he opened his paper. They all checked, nodding when they saw it wasn't them. Tweek had pulled Jimmy, and he already had a great gift idea in mind. There was a new book that was recently stocked at work that was all about the history of comedy. Their limit was thirty dollars, and with Tweek's discount, he was fine. He still had ten bucks left. Maybe some candy to take it up to thirty.

"You okay T-T-Tweek?" Jimmy broke his train of thought, causing him to blink.

"Huh? Oh…yeah."

"Uh oh. Someone looks glum." Clyde said with a pout, causing Token to roll his eyes.

"It…it's fine."

"Boy troubles?" Token asked. Tweek blinked, biting the inside of his cheek.

"You could say that." He looked down at his hands, picking at a loose piece of skin by his finger nails. Craig, on the other hand, tried his hardest not to yell at Tweek. Why was he so mad at him? He hadn't seen him all day and now he's barely acknowledged Craig's existence. He could barely pay attention to anything Tweek was saying. He only noticed Tweek as he stood abruptly.

"I gotta cut out early guys. I'll see you later." He hurried out the lunch room, Craig following him as he left. When he turned back, the three guys on the other side of the table were staring at him.

"What?"

"Spill it." Clyde said, taking a bite of his burger.

"Spill what?!"

"What happened after Bebe's party?" Token asked, his brows furrowed.

"Nothing! I-I brought him back to my place because he was too drunk to fucking go home!"

"Y-you did-did give him a-a-a pretty good k-k-kiss, Craig. M-Maybe he's hurt o-o-over something to d-d-do with that." Craig blinked, feeling anger pool into his stomach.

"It was spin the bottle! Why would-"

"Craig, stop," He blinked, looking at Clyde. "Did you ever think that maybe Tweek likes you?" Craig felt his throat tighten. No, he doesn't that's…

"He doesn't."

"He probably does," Token added, looking up from his tray. "You should probably just…have a conversation with him. Clear the air. Maybe he can move on once he sees you're not interested…" Craig stared blankly at him, his cheeks as red as Clyde's jacket.

"Craig?" Clyde snapped his fingers in his face, his mind flashing to Tweek's smiling face at the rink. Say it.

"Dude, Craig, where'd you go?" Token waved his hand in front of his face, his concern growing for his friend. Just fucking tell them!

"C-C-Craig!" Jimmy yelled, Craig's head snapping to them. Do it! NOW!

"I'm bisexual!"

At first, no one said anything. It was Jimmy who told them to meet him in the boy's room next period during their study hall. Craig's heart was hammering, a ringing the only thing he could hear at the moment. Youdidityoudidityoudidit. After signing into his study hall, he made his way to the boy's room, walking in to find his three friends already there. He locked the door behind him, leaning against it with red cheeks and ears. Clyde was the first to break the silence.

"How long?"

"What-"

"How long have you known you were bi?"

"Oh…three years? Freshman year I…came out to my family."

"Who else have you come out too?" Token asked, making Craig blush harder.

"You three." They all looked at each other, Token biting his lip.

"You didn't-"

"I wanted to…you were saying all these things about how I should tell Tweek to move on but…I…"

"L-l-like him?" Craig snapped his gaze up from his feet on the floor to Jimmy, his cheeks growing hotter and redder (if that was even possible at this point). He swallowed hard, giving a small nod before looking back down at his feet. A silence fell between them.

"I just…knew how hard Tweek had it after he came out at school and…I-I wanted to do something just as brave as he did…I…have always kinda had a little crush on him since then, I think. I just…didn't really feel these feelings for him until this year," He looked up at them, cursing under his breath as he rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. "Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you guys sooner I-I just…I was scared." Everyone stopped for a moment. Craig Tucker admitted he was gay, but he also admitted that he was scared. Clyde walked over and tugged him into a hug.

"Dude, my opinion would never change of you." He murmured into his shoulder, closing his eyes. Token wrapped his arms around him as well, leaving Jimmy some room to squeeze in.

"Craig, you've been our best friend since elementary school. You also liking guys isn't going to change that." Token said, rubbing his back.

"T-t-think of it t-this way. We-we can still ask you if-if a girl is hot or not, but you-you also get to look at the g-guys!" Craig let out a laugh, a sob shortly following after as he finally let his emotions break through. He let himself cry for a few minutes before smiling, wiping his cheeks with his hands.

"Thanks g-guys. Just…don't-don't tell Tweek. Not yet. I…want to wait a little longer." They all nodded, leaving the bathroom as the bell rang to signal the end of the period. After school, Craig sat in his car in the parking lot, starting it up after a few minutes of letting himself breathe in the comfortable silence. He looked up, seeing Tweek leaving the school. Heat of the Moment came on as he plugged his phone into the aux, his breath hitching. He looked up in time to see Tweek get into his car, a small smile forming on his face. It was so sudden, but he knew exactly how he was going to come out, but not just to Tweek. He was ready. Craig Tucker was ready to stop lying. He was ready to finally come out and be himself.