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The rest of the weekend at Claudia's was going wonderfully. On Saturday, they spent most of the day talking as she knitted around the fire. Craig would often help her do things around the house she couldn't do by herself, such as moving some boxes down from the attic and some yard work. Tweek would often talk with her, keeping her company while Craig did work.

"So…you two…you know?" Tweek blinked. Please don't be asking what I think you're trying to ask, Claudia.

"S-Sorry?" She gave him a look, smirking.

"You know what I mean, Tweek."

"I-I, um, I don't follow?"

"Sex." Tweek let out a squeak. Dammit.

"U-Um…," He swallowed hard. "…yeah?" He choked out, tugging at his shirt. Claudia chuckled, pushing her glasses up her nose.

"Craig?!"

"Yeah?!"

"¿Cuándo ibas a decirle a tu abuela que estabas teniendo sexo?" There was a crash from the attic, followed by some swearing. "¡Idioma!"

"¡¿Por qué me estás preguntando esto?!" He shouted back, Tweek covering his mouth to try and keep himself from either laughing or dying of embarrassment.

"Come downstairs!" She shouted, a small smile on her lips. Craig came downstairs, rubbing the top of his head. That must've been the crash. His face was bright red as he sat down next to Tweek, slight panic in his eyes.

"S-so…what-what are you, uh," He cleared his throat. "What are you two talking about?" He squeaked out, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Sex." Craig hated how bold his abuela was in this moment.

"Oh!" He glanced at Tweek, who was just as red as Craig.

"I don't care that you have it. I care that you're safe. Safe sex is good sex. Yeah, you can't get pregnant, but there are still STD's and-and other issues. You know, I had to watch my best friend pass away from AIDS." Both boys flinched, Tweek reaching out to grab Craig's arm. Craig frowned.

"I didn't know you had a gay friend, abuela."

"He was the best. So, fun and the best listener anyone could ask for. It was in the eighties, when the entire AIDS epidemic took place. It was so sad…watching him…deteriorate like that. I just…I have no problem with you two having sex…I just…worry, you know?" Craig blinked, reaching out a putting a hand on her leg.

"Abuela, we are safe. I promise." He whispered, the entire thing still somewhat awkward despite her only being concerned. She hummed, nodding slowly.

"Okay…thank you." Tweek smiled a bit at her, relaxing when she returned the smile. The rest of the day wasn't as awkward, Craig returning to finish his organizing in the attic before returning for dinner. They left the next morning, their goodbye full of kisses from Claudia and a plate of cookies for their trip home. The cookies were gone before they reached South Park, both boys feeling warm and fuzzy from the cookies that were filled with Claudia's love and blessings.

The next few weeks flew past, their time spent hanging with Token, Jimmy, and Clyde, or at work. Craig was currently packing for his orientation, Tweek laying in his bed. Token left a few days ago to go to Connecticut for his own orientation, and now Craig was leaving tomorrow for his.

"This is gonna be our first test." Tweek murmured, the blankets tugged up to his neck. Craig chuckled.

"Yeah, I guess so. It's only for two days."

"Still, it's two days that we won't really get a chance to talk to each other." Craig thought a moment, nodding.

"Well…yeah. I guess so." He zipped the duffle bag shut, tossing it to the foot of his bed. He crawled into bed next to Tweek, a hand going to his hip.

"I'll miss you." Tweek whispered after a moment, his cheeks turning a light pink. Craig smiled, kissing his nose.

"I know. I'll miss you, too." He whispered back, tugging him closer. They laid in silence for a moment, realizing at the same time that time is flying past. June was already winding down to an end and it was starting to become scary how quickly their time was dwindling. Tweek swallowed hard, his throat tingling as he tried not to cry.

"I…pick me up a s-sweatshirt, yeah? I gotta rep you in Philly." Craig chuckled, nodding.

"Of course. As long as you get me one as well." Tweek nodded, a hand tangling into Craig's hair.

"You know it." He whispered, pressing their lips together gently. They ended up falling asleep, Craig waking to his alarm in the morning. He pressed a kiss to Tweek's forehead before sliding out of bed and going down the hall to shower. A few minutes into his shower, the door opened and closed, Craig waiting for whoever it was to speak.

"Craig?" Tricia.

"What's up? Why are you-"

"I…needed to talk." Craig blinked, washing the shampoo out of his hair.

"Tricia, what's wrong? You sound sad."

"I…had sex." Craig felt his cheeks heat up at the words.

"I thought…you did already. Back in March. I thought-"

"We kept pussying out and…we finally did it…and I'm not sad I just…now I'm scared."

"Why are you scared? You used a condom…right?"

"Yeah…but now I'm scared Ike is going to grow bored of me…" Craig frowned, running the conditioner through his hair.

"Tricia, if Ike is anything like every other teenage boy, he will not grow bored of you anytime soon. If anything, he's more interested in you than ever."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because now you've had sex and sex is like this ultimate being that is unattainable to some guys. And once you have it you just always want it more." Tricia fell silent, Craig taking the chance to wash his body.

"Yeah…I guess you're right…" Craig didn't want to ask, but he figured he should.

"How…wasit?"

"Good…real good. It happened last night and…we didn't plan it. It just sort of-"

"Happened." Although Craig couldn't see her, Tricia turned a bright red.

"Yeah…," Craig smiled a bit, rinsing himself off. He stuck his hand out from behind the curtain for his towel as he turned the water off, Tricia smiling. "When did you get that tattoo?" She whispered, running her finger over the tattoo on his bicep as she handed him the towel. Craig blushed, tugging his arm back.

"Senior week."

"What is it?" Craig turned a darker red as he dried off.

"…Tweek's star sign as a constellation." Tricia hummed.

"How romantic." Craig chuckled.

"Yeah…"

"Hey…be safe driving to college…and…don't forget about me." Craig opened the curtain after wrapping the towel around his waist.

"I'm coming back in a few days." He kissed her forehead.

"I know. Just…don't forget about me." She repeated, smiling sadly up at him. He nodded, holding his pinky out.

"Pinky promise." Tricia smiled, linking their pinkies. As Craig got back to his room, he saw that Tweek was lying awake in bed on his phone, his eyes glancing up as the door opened.

"Mm. Good morning." Tweek hummed, smiling as he looked up and down Craig's body.

"Morning." Craig grabbed a pair of boxers out of his dresser, dropping his towel.

"God…I don't know what I'll miss more: your face or your ass." Craig snorted.

"My dick isn't in the equation?"

"I just…you have such a nice ass." Craig laughed softly, tugging on a University of Colorado sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. He sat on the edge of the bed to tie his Converse, humming as Tweek slid his arms around him.

"What are your plans while I'm gone?"

"Work. I work at the book store today and then at the coffee shop tomorrow." Craig nodded, looking at him.

"Text me when you can, yeah? I'll be blowing my brains out during all the presentations and I'd love for some entertaining texts to look at once back in my room at the end of the day." Tweek snorted, kissing his cheek.

"I'll do my best, captain." He laughed as Craig shoved him off onto the bed, Craig chuckling as he stood up.

"Want me to drop you off at your place?" Tweek nodded, standing up.

"Say bye to your parents while I get dressed," Craig nodded, heading downstairs to wait for Tweek. Tweek sighed, taking a look around the room. The décor has changed since they started dating, more pictures appearing in Craig's room. Tweek just took a moment to look at them, his chest twisting as he realized he won't be seeing most of these people on a daily basis in a little less than two months. He let out a shaky breath, opening Stripe #5's cage to give him a little scratch. "What're we gonna do without him, buddy?" He whispered, the guinea pig nuzzling into his touch. He smiled sadly before closing the cage, walking downstairs. Craig was standing by the door, talking softly with Laura and Thomas. He smiled up at Tweek on the stairs.

"Ready?" Tweek nodded, giving Thomas and Laura a hug.

"Give us a call when you get there, Craig?" Thomas asked, the moment clearly emotional to him. This was probably the first test for them as well with Craig driving by himself and all to his new home. Craig nodded, kissing their cheeks.

"Will do." The boys walked out, waving as Laura and Thomas stood in the doorway as they drove off. Once outside Tweek's house a few blocks down, Craig leaned over and kissed him lightly.

"Be safe." Tweek whispered, smiling sadly. Craig chuckled.

"I will. I'll call you, too." Tweek sighed in relief.

"Have fun, alright?" Craig nodded, watching Tweek walk to door. Tweek turned as he drove away, tears filling his eyes. He knew that Craig would be back, but the next time he went to that school, he wouldn't be. At least not for a while.

The first few hours of his orientation was agony. It was basically the school trying to hype everyone up for college (he would be lying if he said he wasn't excited) followed by a bunch of presentations. His group was nice, Craig hanging out with a kid named Henry for most of the time. It was lunch when things went a little downhill. Craig was in line waiting to get food, jumping as a pair of arms wrapped around him.

"Oh, well I missed you!" He looked down, blinking as Molly Gerwin stood wrapped around him.

"What the fuck are you doing?" She hummed, leaning into his chest.

"I wanted to visit you, silly! I saw you across the way!" Craig blinked.

"W-Wait are you-"

"Attending this school, too? Mhm. We'll be seeing each other a lot, handsome. How's twinkle toes?"

"Tweek is doing fine. Why do you care?"

"Was hoping there was some trouble in paradise with him leaving for Philadelphia and all." She purred, Craig wanting nothing more than to escape the corner he was in. He grabbed a plate of food, stumbling forward towards the tables. Molly had grabbed his arm though, linking it through Craig's.

"There's no trouble. We're fine. Now-"

"Is this a promise ring?" She held up Craig's right hand, a silver band with black metal rimming it sitting on his finger (they went to pick it up a few days after he gave Tweek's his). He tugged his hand away, grunting.

"What's it to you?"

"Man, so you two are like…inseparable? Must hurt, knowing he's going so far away." Craig sat down at a table, sighing as she sat across from him.

"Look, I don't know what your deal is, but just know I am not interested in you, okay? You can't seem to take no for an answer and you're fucking annoying me so fuck off, alright?" Molly pouted.

"That's no way to talk to a woman." Craig tensed as her hands started running over his thighs under the table.

"Well, you're acting like a heathen right now, so." Molly gasped.

"Don't be fucking rude!"

"Then quit harassing me!" Molly frowned.

"This isn't harassment. I know you want me, Craig."

"Don't-don't say my fucking name." He hissed, cheeks red with anger. She hummed.

"Look at you, all red and flustered."

"I'm angry."

"And that's so sexy. Come to the dorm I'm staying in tonight. Please. I can make you feel so much better than twinkle toes." Craig dragged his hands down his face, grumbling into them.

"Molly, I'm not interested, okay? Leave me alone and get over me, okay? I'll never be yours." Molly hummed, standing slowly.

"We'll see about that." She purred, Craig jumping as she brushed her hand past his crotch as she walked past. Craig grunted, staring down at his plate in silence. He was even glad no one was sitting with him, his anger bubbling inside of him still. He closed his eyes after he finished eating, trying his hardest to relax because he still had a long day ahead of him. It wasn't until around six o'clock when they were finally free to explore the campus and check out the activities that were set up for the students. Henry looked at Craig as they left the last presentation of the day.

"Some of my friends and I are gonna go smoke. You wanna join us? They'll think you're cool." Craig snorted.

"Me? Cool?" Henry chuckled.

"Well, you in?"

"Totally." They made their way to an open patch of grass that had lawn chairs on it, a group of guys already in a circle. Henry plopped down next to one of them, the guy handing him a bowl already as Craig sat down. This is just like Bebe's party. He chuckled to himself, taking the bowl as it was handed to him. After Craig was comfortably floating on his high, he leaned back in his chair, a lazy grin on his face.

"Dude, who was that chick you were arguing with earlier at lunch?" Henry asked.

"Yeah, I saw her! She looked…scary." One of the guys said, Craig snickering.

"Someone I know."

"Wait, she isn't your girlfriend?" Another guy asked. Craig made a face.

"Fuck no. I have a boyfriend." They all fell silent for a moment, Henry nodding.

"Nice." He murmured, passing Craig the bowl. Craig took one more hit before passing it off, looking up at the sky. They talked quietly amongst themselves, Craig feeling warm and excited about coming here in a few months for good. On his way back to the dorm he was staying in, his head started spinning, grunting as he tried to focus.

"Well, looks like you got yourself into a little trouble, handsome." Craig tensed up, slowly turning around. He saw blonde hair, relaxing.

"Mm. Yeah." He sighed, leaning into the touch of whoever was helping him.

"Come on." They murmured, Craig wishing to know who was kind enough to help him. Once they were up to his room, he hummed.

"Thanks-thanks for helping." He murmured, a hand instinctively tangling into blonde hair. The person hummed, a hand running up his chest.

"My pleasure." They hummed, pressing their lips to Craig's. He tugged them closer, kissing back gently. He hummed into the kiss, his lips parting slightly. It wasn't until he felt the hand in his pants he realized something was wrong, especially when he ran his hands over their chest. Wait…Tweek has…bigger hands…and they aren't this rough…and Tweek doesn't have tits! He pulled away slowly, his eyes struggling to focus on the blonde-haired figure in front of him. Finally, after a minute, his eyes widened, pushing Molly away.

"Y-You! Fuck you!" He hissed, his chest hurting from how hard his heart was pounding. Molly's lips were red and swollen from kissing, looking similar to Craig's.

"What? You kissed me back."

"I-I didn't know it was you!" He hissed through his teeth, redoing his belt. Molly grunted.

"You kissed back. You touched my chest. You want me."

"N-No! I couldn't fucking see it was you!" Craig felt hysteric and sick to his stomach, his head starting to spin again. Molly scoffed.

"Okay, whatever, cheater, good night." She grumbled, the color draining from Craig's face. R. The word rung through his head as he stumbled into his room, dry heaving as he collapsed to the floor. He felt disgusted with himself. How could you let this happen?! You fucking asshole! He stumbled to his bed, grabbing his phone. His stomach twisted into knots as he saw all the messages from Tweek.

Soo, I know you said you wanted funny text messages to come back to. So…here's a story about this weird customer we had today in the shop.

He walked in, super normal right?

Well, he walked up to my mom who was working the counter and asked what we sold

She said "coffee"

He said he doesn't like coffee.

"Sir, we're a coffee shop."

BUT HE WANTED TEA! We don't HAVE tea!

Then he tried to hit on my mom after getting really defensive about tea.

Then my dad walked out and was like "What the fuck" so we ended up tossing him out

But he then stood outside saying we didn't have tea to anyone that passed the shop, getting more and more weird about it

He started acting like he was from the England and saying that tea is a right or some shit and that England should always be sending tea this way

We ended up calling the cops when he tried to square up with some old woman that came into the shop

Very crazy. Very entertaining. You would've loved it.

I love you

And I really miss you

I hope your day went well

Can't wait to hear about it!

Craig whimpered, every text message a deeper stab in the back. He dialed a number on his phone, hearing Clyde a few minutes later.

"Craig what's-"

"I f-fucked up, Clyde. I-I fucked up." He sobbed.

"Are you drunk?"

"I-I'm high! S-Stupidly high! I-mother fucker-I-I ruined everything!"

"Hey, whoa, slow down, what are you talking about?! I thought you were at orientation!"

"I-I am! Remember that girl that performed before T-Tweek in his competition? M-Molly Gerwin?"

"Name's familiar."

"Well, she's coming here, and she wants me and-and she found me when I was walking home and all I saw was-was blonde hair and I thought it was Tweek and then," He dry heaved again, Clyde wincing on the other end of the line. "F-Fuck I can't even say it."

"…Did you…sleep with…her?"

"N-No I kissed her and, fuck, she ended up touching my dick a-and that's wh-when I realized it wasn't Tweek…that and when I-I grabbed her chest." Clyde was silent for a moment, Craig's erratic breathing the only sound heard.

"Craig…I wouldn't say this is…cheating. You clearly didn't want this to happen."

"Yeah, but it still happened." He dry heaved once more, a hand going to his mouth.

"Fucking, knock that shit off and get some water! You're gonna make me vomit!"

"I'm sorry!" he yelled into the phone, grabbing his water bottle before taking long gulps. It definitely helped, the dryness in his throat going away. His stomach was still in knots.

"Listen, just…do everything in your power to avoid her tomorrow. You come back in the evening, right?"

"Yeah…"

"So just…avoid her until then, and then when you come home, immediately talk to Tweek about it. I'm sure he'll understand. I don't think he'll hold this against you."

"W-What if he does?"

"He loves you Craig. I don't think he'll toss everything away from one mistake." Mistake. The word rang through Craig's head. He swallowed hard, laying down.

"…alright…thanks-thanks, Clyde."

"Get some sleep, buddy. I'll see you in a few days, yeah?"

"Yeah…night." Craig was left to his own thoughts, and he hated that. He stared at the ceiling for an hour after he hung up with Clyde. He gripped at his chest, running his thumb over his tattoo. He heard her voice over and over again in his head. He squeezed his eyes shut tight, tears falling down his cheeks. He fell asleep after what felt like hours, however, Molly's voice kept screaming at him all night.

NOTE: Wowie! Drama! I told you I had a plan to bring back Ms. Molly! I work for seven hours tonight, so I'll be looking forward to what you all think! I start classes tomorrow as well, so expect some changes in my uploading schedule within the next few weeks! Love you all and, as always, any and all feedback is appreciated!