The room was dark when Tweek woke up the next morning, but he could smell Craig's cigarette next to him, meaning he was awake. Tweek reached out, trusting his eyes to find the shape of the cigarette. Once he grabbed it, he plucked it out of Craig's mouth, leaning over and placing a gentle kiss to his lips before putting it back in his mouth. His lips smelled and tasted like tobacco, something Tweek has come to recognize simply as Craig. Tweek heard a sigh escape Craig's lips, the bed shifting as he turned to face him, cigarette between his fingers.

"Morning." His voice was gruff from sleep, the sound sending a shiver down Tweek's spine.

"Morning." He repeated, smiling softly. The memories of last night were foggy, but Tweek remembers everything about the sex. He shifted a bit in bed, wincing. For the first time, his ass actually hurt after sex.

"You good?" Craig chuckled, taking a drag from his cigarette. Tweek smacked his shoulder.

"My ass hurts." He said through his teeth, eyes playful.

"Oh, you poor thing. Want me to kiss it better?" Craig teased, a grin on his face as he took another drag. Tweek snorted, tugging the blankets up to his chin.

"No thanks, smartass. What time is it?"

"Almost ten. I heard Kenny and Kyle not long ago. I think they're on the beach," Tweek nodded, sitting up and stretching his arms above his head. Craig whistled. "Damn, maybe you should wear a shirt on the beach today," He murmured, running a finger over the offending hickey on Tweek's neck. He hummed. "And swim trunks that cover your hips." He circled his index finger over the fingertip shaped bruises on Tweek's pale hips.

"I'm wearing these marks with pride. I'm finally getting laid. Might as well show them off." Craig snorted, putting his cigarette out in a plastic cup on the nightstand as he sat up. They both changed into their bathing suits, walking out to where everyone else was on the beach. They weren't in the little closed off private beach in Token's back yard, but closer to the ocean. Tweek laid down on a blanket next to Wendy, Heidi, and Bebe, Bebe reaching out and poking the hickey on his neck.

"I take it you boys had some fun?" Tweek smirked, flicking the hickey that sat on her breast.

"You too, sweetheart." Wendy snorted, tugging her bathing suit bottom down to show her bruised hips.

"Me three." Heidi rolled over, tugging the high neck of her one piece down to show her neck.

"Make it all of us." They laughed, looking over at the guys. They were all in the ocean, Clyde on Craig's shoulders and Kyle on Stan's. They were having chicken fights, Clyde pushing Stan over into the water.

"Look at us. Graduated. Dating some hot mother fuckers. And having great sex." Heidi said, sipping from her drink. Bebe raised her cup.

"I'll cheers to that." She practically purred, sipping from her drink.

"We barely got into the room before Stan had his pants down."

"Craig spoke Spanish." They all groaned, looking at Tweek.

"Now that's just too much to handle!" Wendy hissed, grabbing Tweek's wrist.

"I know. But man, it's so hot." Tweek watched as Clyde got shoved off, causing both him and Craig to fall into the water. He hummed, watching the water run down Craig's chest as he stood.

"Tweek, I love you, but fuck you for taking Craig Tucker." Bebe murmured, Tweek chuckling.

"I spent ten years going after him. I deserve this."

Kenny and Tweek had taken a drive to the grocery store (Token, of course, had a car at the house, and to Kenny's joy, it as a Jeep). They were making dinner tonight, but had yet to go grocery shopping. Since Kenny was (surprisingly) sober, he drove while Tweek volunteered to keep him company and help him shop. They were about half way through their list for that evening when Tweek saw him. It was the last place Tweek expected to see Jacob Schmidt, but Tweek knew he could not speak to him. He quickly turned his back to him, tugging the sunglasses down from the top of his head. Why is he here in California?! I haven't seen him since I was sixteen and now he shows up in my life?! He bit at his fingernail, foot tapping as Kenny picked out the tomatoes. He frowned, noticing Tweek's sudden demeanor and mood change.

"Dude, you okay?" He murmured, looking at him.

"I-fuck-Kenny I-there's someone here I do not want to see and I-shit-I'm gonna sit in the car okay?" He whispered, afraid if he spoke too loud his voice would be recognized. Kenny blinked.

"Who? What-"

"Brunette. Tall. Brown eyes. About…one o'clock." Kenny turned, spotting the guy Tweek was talking about.

"Ex?"

"…you could say that…"

"Go," He handed him the keys. "I'll be about fifteen minutes." Tweek thanked him, rushing towards the entrance. As he left, Jacob Schmidt caught sight of those familiar blonde curls, a smirk crawling across his face as Tweek looked back. It was definitely him. It was definitely Tweek Tweak.

Their hamburgers were a success, and to celebrate a successful dinner, they decided to go to the eighteen and up club that was about a twenty-minute bus ride away. It was called Oasis, and it was cheesy in every sense of the way, but it was still a club they could all dance at. Sure, there was no alcohol, but they could always sneak it in. As they walked in (successfully sneaking their alcohol in), they made their way to the dance floor, grins on their faces.

"Why doesn't fucking South Park have one of these?!" Stan yelled over the music, his cheeks already flushed from the body heat in the room. It seems like everyone who was on Senior Week was at the club tonight, the stench and heat of horny recent graduates almost overwhelming. Kyle snorted.

"I don't know! Let's petition for one and have my mom try and shut it down!" Clyde let out a laugh, taking a sip of his drink.

"I can fuck with that!" He laughed, tossing his arm around Kyle. Craig put a cigarette between his lips, lighting it up and taking a few puffs.

"Can we dance?" Tweek asked, tugging Craig closer by his belt loops. Craig grinned.

"I certainly planned on it." He purred, pressing their hips together. Wendy made her way over to them, tossing her arms around Tweek.

"Sorry Craig, but we're stealing him away for a bit!" Craig grinned, kissing Tweek's cheek.

"Save me a dance, sweetheart." Tweek's heart fluttered, nodding as Craig moved to dance with the guys. Tweek grabbed Wendy's water bottle (which obviously was not filled with water), taking a long swig from it. He grimaced, handing it back to her.

"What the fuck are you drinking?!"

"It's straight vodka!"

"You're a heathen!" He laughed, those three big gulps he took settling in about twenty minutes later. He grinned as he felt an arm slide around his waist, leaning back into the embrace.

"I missed you." He whispered, freezing as the person spoke.

"Oh, I missed you more." Tweek spun around, Jacob Schmidt behind the mysterious voice. His blood ran cold. NO. Nonono he can't be here. Not now.

"What the fuck do you want?" He hissed, venom dripping from his voice. Jacob smirked.

"Can't I talk to you? Explain myself?"

"There's nothing to say. I've moved on. I expect you to do the same!" He yelled, shoving past him towards the bathrooms. Tweek stumbled into the much cooler bathroom, gripping the sink until his knuckles turned white. He sighed, finally composing himself as he splashed some water on his face. Why can't you have abs like those other guys? He shivered, the voice of the person who ruined him ringing through his head. He sighed, looking up as the door opened. "What part of move on don't you understand?" He growled, glaring at Jacob.

"You look good."

"Don't. You don't get to say that. Not after all the bullshit you used to tell me!"

"Tweekers," He flinched. Tweek loathed that nickname. "It's me. Jacob. The Jacob that told you things you needed to hear."

"All I heard from you was bullshit. You never once said anything nice about me. You tore me down until I let you touch me." Jacob smirked, Tweek's heart hammering as he was practically pinned into a corner.

"Your legs…they're much more proportionate with your body." His breath reeked of alcohol.

"You're drunk."

"So what if I am? Doesn't mean we can't have fun, Tweekers." Tweek grimaced, feeling his hand slide down to grab his ass. He smacked it away.

"Don't you fucking touch me!" He yelled, yelling again as his arms were pinned above his head.

"Come on, baby, I know you missed me." He purred, kissing at Tweek's neck. Tweek tried to move his neck as far away as possible from him, kicking his leg out to try and kick him somewhere, anywhere.

"I don't fucking miss you. I despise you!" He practically screamed, his eyes widening as his mouth was covered.

"Is that…a hickey, Tweekers?" Tweek grunted, his body twisting wildly as he attempted to free himself. "Who have you been fucking? You didn't let me fuck you." Tweek was finding it hard to try and free himself, his anxiety starting to make him delirious. He bit down on Jacob's hand, but only that one hand on his mouth moved away.

"It's none of your fucking business!" He spat. Jacob chuckled, grabbing Tweek by his chin.

"You know violence turns me on." Tweek spat in his face.

"Get. Fucked."

"Well, if you insist." Tweek's eyes widened as his lips connected with Jacob's, all those memories of Jacob putting him down returning. Your legs…god, you look like a chicken! When are you going to grow? You're so short, Tweekers. Maybe you should lay off the coffee, it stunts your growth. Also, why do you have so much muscle on your leg and nowhere else? Don't you want abs? What are you eating? You're starting to look fat. Maybe your dick will grow when you hit your growth spurt. Tweek whimpered, trying to pull away. He can't be doing this. He can't let Jacob continue. He was able to turn his head enough to scream, but someone had already ripped Jacob off of him. He yelled in surprise, stumbling forward as Jacob's grip on him released. Tweek gasped. Craig. Craig had Jacob pinned against the wall, hand on his throat.

"Give me a reason as to why I shouldn't beat the shit out of you in this fucking bathroom." He growled, Tweek somewhat afraid that Craig might actually kill Jacob. Jacob grinned slowly.

"Oh, I like you. What's your name?"

"None of your business."

"I'm Jacob. I'd love to see what you've got going on. Maybe you and my friend over there can get together sometime? I'd love to see you plow him." Tweek shivered. Yeah, he'd love his boyfriend to…plow him. But not with Jacob Schmidt in the room. Craig snorted.

"Yeah, nice try. Now fucking go." He hissed, shoving Jacob out of the bathroom. He locked it, making sure he couldn't come back in. Craig turned to Tweek, frowning.

"C-Craig I-this-he kissed-"

"Is that…the Jacob that hurt you?" Tweek wasn't expecting the question, his anxiety assuming Craig would accuse him of cheating. He nodded slowly, his lip quivering. Craig bit his lip, walking over and tugging Tweek into a warm embrace. He heard his boyfriend sigh, his face burying into his chest.

"It…a-all came back…when he fucking kissed me…a-all those things he said…" Craig kissed the top of his head, rubbing his hand up Tweek's back.

"I'm sorry I didn't come in sooner. I'm so sorry."

"Please don't blame yourself." Tweek whispered, looking up at Craig. He felt a chuckle vibrate his boyfriend's chest, Craig placing a gentle kiss to his forehead.

"Come on…let's just…try to forget him. Okay? Let's dance, yeah?" Tweek smiled a bit, nodding. He needed to get out of this bathroom, the room now feeling more cramped than the crowded dance floor. They pushed their way back towards their friends, Heidi placing a hand on Tweek's arm.

"Hey, you were gone awhile, are you okay?!" Tweek nodded, swallowing hard.

"Yeah just…ran into someone." She nodded, but no amount of dim lighting could hide the sad look on Tweek's face.

A few hours after the incident, Tweek had completely forgotten that Jacob was even in the same room as him (well, it was easy to forget with Craig Tucker grinding against him). He giggled into Craig's neck, placing gentle kisses there.

"Is it your goal to have sex every night this week?" Tweek asked. Craig let out a laugh.

"Well, now that you mentioned it, that's not a bad idea!" Tweek tossed his head back as he laughed, grinning up at Craig. Stan came over with Wendy, both giggling.

"Guys, there's-this-some dude keeps saying he wants to fight you, Craig!" Craig furrowed his brows.

"What?!"

"Yeah! This-This tall brunette guy!" Wendy said, Tweek's eyes widening. Jacob was still here. He looked up at Craig.

"Craig-it-fuck-it's him. It's Jacob." Craig tensed against Tweek, his bright eyes darkening with anger.

"Where is he?" Stan pointed towards the entrance.

"He-he's that way!" Craig pushed his way forward, Tweek cursing under his breath.

"Craig no! Craig!" He shouted, losing his boyfriend among the sea of people. He tugged at his hair, spinning around. "Where's everyone else?!"

"In that-in that same direction! They're getting some air!" Wendy giggled, Tweek cursing under his breath. He started moving in that general direction, seeing Craig walk past everyone else. He heard Jacob's smarmy voice.

"OH! You got my message?" Craig practically growled.

"Why do you want to fight me?"

"Why, for him of course." He pointed over Craig's shoulder to Tweek, Kenny's eyes widening as he realized this was the guy from the grocery store.

"Oh fuuuck." He hissed, grabbing Tweek to tug him towards their group of friends.

"You can't have him he's mine." Tweek's heart twisted with joy at those words. His? Huh…so Craig's the jealous type. Jacob snorted.

"He was mine long before yours."

"He was never yours. You didn't deserve him. You took advantage of him in ways that disgust me."

"What?! I simply told him things he needed to hear! He was so gangly! He drinks too much coffee and it's stunting his growth! Have you seen those freckles?! God, they're so fucking annoying! How can you even talk to him when all you see is freckles?! It's so distracting! And his stomach! He's fat! He needs to work out more so he can have those abs I wish he had! And his dick! It-" Tweek jumped, not expecting Craig to move so quickly. He lunged forward, tackling Jacob to the ground as he punched him.

"Shit!" Kyle shouted, Clyde, Stan, Kenny, and him rushing forward. As they dragged Craig off of him, Tweek's eyes widened as he heard Craig yell.

"Mierda de mierda, ¡nunca se lo merecía! ¡Mereces enamorarte en el maldito infierno! ¡Eres repugnante! ¡No puedes hablar de mi novio así en mi cara! Pedazo de mierda!" Tweek's cheeks flushed a bright red as he heard Craig yell in Spanish, the fire in his voice making the already sexy language sound even…well, sexier. Jacob got up, spitting blood onto the floor as he pushed through out the entrance. "Sí, maldita sea! ¡Nunca más me muestres tu cara!" Craig spat, his breath steadying as he stood. Bebe grabbed Tweek's wrist, her eyes wide.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" She hissed through her teeth. They jumped as Craig punched the wall as he walked outside with the guys, Tweek turning back to Bebe as they left.

"I can't tell if I-I should be upset because I was nearly raped in the bathroom earlier or-or turned on because my boyfriend beat the shit out of my somewhat ex and threatened him in Spanish." He hissed, tears finally falling down his face. Bebe wrapped her arms around him, rubbing his back as his shoulders shook with each sob that wracked his body. He hated Jacob Schmidt with every fiber in his body, but what he hates more is the power he still holds over him.

The guys took Craig home to ruin any chance of this Jacob guy running into them again. Tweek walked in with the girls about twenty minutes after they got home, everyone but Craig sitting by the pool.

"Well…I feel like we should at least…talk about what happened?" Kyle murmured, not sure if he should phrase it as a question or not. Tweek sighed, dragging his hands down his face.

"He…well, literally only Craig knows, but now I guess I should tell you all," He sat down, tugging his legs to his chest. "When I was sixteen, I felt really…lonely. I wanted physical intimacy with a human. So…I met Jacob online. It was just kissing and occasional hand jobs, never sex. But he…well, you heard how he spoke about me. He pointed out every flaw he could about me and…I-I was just…fuck I haven't thought about him since dating Craig, but all of a sudden, his voice kept popping up in my head, every glimpse of myself in the mirror turning into a self-critique with his voice as the narrator. I hate that he still has power like t-this over my head! I-fuck-I'm sorry I never said anything, I'm so embarrassed!" He groaned, dropping his head onto his knees. Bebe wrapped her arms around him, kissing his shoulder.

"Dude…he…that's just wrong to say shit about someone like that." Kenny murmured, running a hand through his hair.

"E-e-especially s-someone that-that will kiss you an-an-and give you h-hand jobs." Tweek couldn't help but snort at Jimmy's comment. Well, you're not wrong.

"Tweek, he doesn't know what he's talking about. He's got his own shit to deal with, and I guess…I guess he's taking it out on you." Token chimed in, smiling softly. Tweek blushed, his chest warm from all the compliments.

"How do you tell someone their freckles are distracting?! They're so cute!" Stan grinned, kissing Wendy's nose. "Like, Wendy's freckles are my favorite thing about her besides her intelligence." Wendy blushed.

"Geez, Stan." She giggled.

"Point is, he's fucking wrong and he's a loser and you shouldn't let him keep this power over you." Clyde mentioned, everyone nodding. Tweek blushed, smiling at his feet.

"Th…thank you." He breathed out, a happy tear slipping from his eye. Bebe kissed his shoulder again.

"You should check on Mr. Tucker." Tweek hummed, nodding slowly as he stood. He walked upstairs, knocking on their door.

"Craig? It's me," He tried the door, a creak meeting his ears as the door gave way. Craig was sitting on the edge of the bed, hunched over with his elbows resting on his knees. One hand was tangled into his hair, a cigarette resting between his fingers. That same hand had punched the wall at the club, his knuckles bloodied and bruised. Tweek frowned. "Craig, your hand."

"Don't care." He mumbled, taking a long drag from his cigarette. Tweek walked into the bathroom, grabbing the little first aid kit under the sink. He knelt in front of Craig, looking up at him.

"Switch your cigarette to the other hand." Craig sighed, but obliged. Tweek grabbed the wrist of his right hand, tugging it down. He started cleaning it up, Craig only flinching at the initial sting. Tweek could feel his eyes burning into the back of his neck as he started wrapping his knuckles with the bright white gauze.

"He doesn't know what he's talking about." Tweek blinked, the venom in Craig's voice still there.

"W-What?"

"He's full of fucking shit. He's wrong about everything he's ever said about you. Jacob is a fucking asshole who doesn't know a decent guy unless he punched him in the face." Tweek smiled.

"Well, a decent guy did punch him in the face tonight." Craig snorted around his cigarette, looking down at Tweek. He brushed his thumb along his cheek, watching as those impossibly long eyelashes rested against Tweek's cheeks as his eyes closed.

"C'mere." Craig put his cigarette out, turning to tug Tweek to his feet. He started unbuttoning his shirt, placing gentle kisses to Tweek's chest as each button exposed more skin. Tweek shivered under his lips, tangling his fingers into Craig's hair.

"Craig, I-I'm not-"

"In the mood. I know. Me too at this point. I just…really want to feel you close to me." Tweek blushed, smiling into Craig's hair as he placed a gentle kiss to his head.

"I can agree to that." He whispered, giggling as Craig tugged him down onto the bed. Craig hovered over him, Tweek's fingers working on the buttons of his shirt. The pendant Tweek gave him for Christmas dangled around his neck, hanging between the two of them as Craig's shirt was fanned open. Tweek smiled, rubbing the moon between his fingers. Craig blushed.

"I love this pendant, you know."

"I knew you would."

"I always wear it." Tweek blushed.

"Why?"

"As a reminder. A reminder for how long it took me to come to my senses and grow a pair." Tweek laughed, pushing the shirt off of Craig's shoulders.

"Yeah, it took you long enough." Craig grabbed his hips, grinning as he tugged him closer.

"Listen here, you little shit, it's very difficult trying to decide if you have a crush on your best friend or not."

"Really? I had no idea!" Craig glared at Tweek, the sarcasm practically flooding from his mouth.

"I don't know if I like your tone."

"What, sarcasm? Now you know what I deal with all the time with you." Craig snorted, laying down next to Tweek. He shimmied out of his pants, kicking them off the side and onto the floor. He wrapped his arm around Tweek's stomach, spooning him from behind. His thumb ran gently over his hip.

"I know I'm a handful, you don't have to remind me." He murmured into Tweek's shoulder, but Tweek could feel the smile against his skin. He reached out, turning the lamp off before settling into Craig's embrace. He hummed, running his thumb over the arm around him.

"You're a handful, but it's always fun to be around you. It's a new adventure every day." Craig smiled, closing his eyes.

"It's been an adventure since day one. It's only going up from here."

NOTE: I told you there was a method to my madness! Translation for our furious Craig: "Fucking piece of shit, you never deserved him ever! You deserve to rot in fucking hell! You're disgusting! You don't get to talk about my boyfriend to my face like that! Piece of shit!" and "Yeah, fucking go! Never show your face to me again!" The idea of Craig only speaking Spanish to his grandmother and when he's irate is absolutely wonderful to me. I think I'll incorporate it more into the story, though, because it seems to be a hit with ya'll (we're thirsty for Craig Tucker). Hope you enjoyed this chapter and, as always, any and ALL feedback is appreciated! :)

PS: I return to school tomorrow, so expect some possible changes in my updating schedule soon! I'm going to try and keep it every day for as long as I can, but that will (more than likely) change!