Looking upon the scene from afar you would probably think it amusing. Strange, weird, but in a way amusing. Looked like two losers lying on the ground. But it wasn't.

Those boys weren't losers, they were just confused. This was not a random moment, not a high school prank, or something weird from the internet. This was a changing point. Maybe even the most important in their lives.

When the crying had begun, Craig had stared at the boy in front of him, watched the frozen look, how the tears slowly fell and the usually already upset look turned into a grimace of despair and pain, the boy breaking down right in front of him. He was still staring when the blond was on his knees, scratching and screaming, still only staring, not blinking and for a moment he had even forgotten to breathe.

It was as if everything had been put onto hold, as if Craig had been put onto hold and then somebody pressed fast forward and his body just fell forward, knees hitting the floor ,pain making him yelp lightly as he shuffled closer to Tweek.

But what was he to do ? What could he possibly do when he wasn't sure what was going on ? Slowly people emerged from the classrooms around them, teachers edging closer, although they were just as clueless as Craig. Somewhere in the back of his mind he thought that surely somebody had already gone to call the director, and 911 maybe.

Tweeks hands, empty hands, there had never been a gun, just his imagination, were full of blood and he could only see Craig's blood on his hands, the blood of his only real friend, of the one that cared for him, when even his parents clearly couldn't It only sent him into another episode, his screams turning into loud sobbing, the kind that just made your heartbreak, the kind that shook your whole body, that tried ripping you apart. Not tried. It succeeded.

Slowly Craig took a deep breath, then another, emotions fogging up his thoughts in what was probably the worst moment for it to happen. " Tweekers.. " He whispered, reaching out to take hold of the others wrists.

As if pulled by an invisible force, Tweeks head snapped up, blood and tears mixing and running down his cheeks as he stared at Craig, pupils so wide that they seemed to be completely black. " I'm so sorry. So so sorry. " He croaked out, barely understandable between the sobs that still wrecked his body.

Craig just stared at him, not sure what the other was apologizing for, he felt so damn helpless, it was killing him. Despite that he just nodded his head, trying to smile reassuringly, but he only managed something that was half smile half grimace as he stared at the bloody face of his friend.

"I'm sorry for killing you. "

The words seemed to echo in the halls just to come back louder and louder, the crowd long forgotten as Craig almost chocked on his own spit when he heard them. What was going on ?! This was even worse then he had thought. Tweek thought he had killed him. No. He had thought he had shot him. The boy had recognized the motions, it made sense now that this little detail was added, but it didn't explain /why/.

" You didn't kill me. " Craig whispered, almost choking and suffocating on the words as it slowly sunk in just how broken the boy in front of him was.

Tweek opened his mouth, face contorting into an angry mask and Craig prepared to be yelled at, hit or worse, but then it closed again and the boy seemed to fall into himself, ripping his wrists out of the older boys hold , he buried them into his hair, rocking forward in front of him.

" Mr. Tucker, please move away from him. " Spoke a voice from behind him, and as he turned he could see two men that wore uniforms marking them as paramedics. " Your friend has a breakdown, we need to sedate him and take him with us before he hurts himself even more or starts hurting others. " The ' starts hurting you' hung in the air between them as Craig looked up at the two men and back at his friend.

"No. I will stay with him, he needs a friend, his parents are out of town. " He pressed out before he could even think about it properly, getting up slowly only to wait and watch as they injected something into the arm of his unresponsible friend and started to lift him from the ground.

They didn't comment on what he had said, didn't say anything when he followed them out of the school and into their ambulance, eyes locked on his friend, lips pressed into a thin line. Craig Tucker followed his best friend like a lost puppy, not sure what to do , only knowing that he couldn't leave him now, he had left him alone for too long.

Yes, I know I am rather evil with all this short chapters. But I finally took away some of the angst, so that's good right? I am trying to make the updates weekly from now on. Reviews would be really nice, any ideas too. Greetings, BA.