We didn't end up going to the movies. We didn't have enough money but still wanted the bus to take us somewhere else. I held his hand the entire time we were walking along the lake front since he had forgotten his gloves. Finally we sat down on the broken cement stairs that lead to the edge of the almost frozen lake because it was the only spot that was directly under a street light which offered us a little heat.

Tweek's face looked soft and pink, his nose especially red from the cold. "Coffee -ngh- sounds really good right now."

"Y-yeah." I couldn't have been any more nervous than just to sit next to him. I looked down at my own feet and saw that his fingers kept intertwining and fidgeting, he was probably just as nervous as me.

"Craig?"

"Yeah?" I snapped my attention towards him a little too quickly.

"Do me a favor... and don't lead me on."

It wasn't what I was expecting, but then again, what was I expecting? Lead him on...where? "What do you mean by that?" I asked.

He shrugged. "You know...act like you care or -ack- like me more than you really do. It's always happened with my friends. All they feel towards me is pity or sympathy." His eyes looked down at his hands.

And I thought for a second, still staring at the frozen lake in front of us. "So, I would probably tell you if I ever did lead you on, and I would show exactly how much I care about you because I'm the kind of person who's going to show whether or not I like somebody."

I rose from the bench and stood in front of him. "But since I really like you and everytime I see you for those three seconds in the hallway, my thoughts and insides go crazy, you wouldn't believe me if I told you sincerely. How can I show you I mean it?"

"Are you going to go on one -ngh- knee and confess your feelings?"

I shrugged. "If I have to."

Tweek shook his head and rose up to face me. "I believe you." He gave me a soft smile.

My eyes were wide, my mouth trembled and I wasn't thinking straight.

Stupid things happen when you aren't thinking. Like how I happened to step in closer, and brush his hair back, and my eyes raced all over, noticing all the microscopic things I would've never noticed like his transparent freckles that trailed across his cheeks.

The harsh creases under his eyes. Even his pupils shook like ticking bombs close to time.

The corners of his lips that pull into a repeated smirk, but not the mischievous kind, and he looked so amazing under the street light and we were alone and I was so caught up in the moment. All I could do was stare in awe.

He tried looking back at me but only managed a few awkward glances. I happened to stand so close to him I could smell the coffee on his breath.

There was just nowhere else for Tweek to hide anymore.

My voice grew softer and I told him. "I'm...I'm gonna kiss you now." My thumb pressed on his lips, waiting for him to pull away but he didn't. I lowered my face towards his, brushing my lips softly on his before pressing onto them.

A violent twitch of surprise shocked him.

His lips were perfect in its own way. I didn't mind how irritated they were from how much he bites them, his warmth still managed to make me feel crazy. I could sense him become limp and melt with me.

"ngh..." He groaned under his breath. I felt his hands trace down my arms, intertwining his fingers with mine.

Well I'm not saying this decision was stupid, and I don't regret it since I've been yearning to do this for quite some time.

And when I slowly pulled away, my eyes opened to look at him. His mouth trembled and his eyes watered.

I stuttered a mess, panicking. "Oh f- Tweek, w-why are you crying?" I quickly covered my mouth. "Oh shit, was it that bad? Do you not like me? You could punch me if you want, I don't really mind, just tell to me." I grabbed his wrists in urgency.

But then he laughed as he cried, trying to wipe his tears with his palms. "I'm not mad, -ack-, I just can't believe that happened. I'm actually kinda glad my first kiss was from someone I -ngh- love."

Love.

On the way home, somewhere in a little walk way where there were benches and the river, you can see the skyline with all it's lights illuminating the night. All we could hear were the leaves being crunched and the cars whooshing past in the distance.

I tried to act as if this wasn't a big deal (because it's not?) but nonetheless my heart ached and the blood rushed to my face when I felt his tiny fingers slowly intertwined with mine and searched my hand with his thumb.

He still twitched as usual, but somehow the energy felt at peace. There was no need for hiding or being nervous.

I squeezed his hands so much, I was being creepy, but who cares? We can both be creepy. "Your hands..." I raised them near my mouth. "Are really soft... is that creepy?"

He burst out laughing. "Yeah! It is!"

My eyes widened "Do you want to stop? I could, if you don't want this, because if you are then-"

"When did I say I -ngh- wanted you to?"

It was silent, but it was the nice kind of silence where you don't have to strain for that constant bullshit small talk or conversation. I wanted to tell him something. That this felt like unreal, but maybe that probably would have been too much, even for the both of us.

And when I walked him home, we reached the door and he let go of my hand.

We were both unsure of how to end it. So he asked me.

"Are you okay?"

"With?"

He looked away, shrugging like I knew. "About the...'love' thing...sorry -ngh- I said that."

I shook my head. "It's fine, sorry about the hands thing."

"Will this be awkward now? Will you still walk me across the street?!" His eyes turned worried and he picked at his fingers again.

"Of course." I grabbed his hands and gazed at the ripped cuticles. I didn't mean to caress them though. "You shouldn't hurt yourself when you're anxious. You'll end up breaking your whole finger off."

He looked away. "I can't help it sometimes."

"You could fidget with my hands." I held up mine and smiled, which made him laugh. It was euphoric to hear him laugh.

We gazed at each other for a few seconds before he leaned in again and kissed me, but broke off almost immediately to laugh again. "I can't feel your lips, it's so cold!"

I blushed and scratched my head in embarrassment. "I guess we should try again tomorrow then...?"

He nodded. "Night, Craig." I wished him good night too, and with that I walked into the house, shut the door and grazed my mouth with my fingers. It beat all the cigarettes I've ever felt with my lips.