Tweek fiddled with the ever mismatched buttons on his shirt, trying his hardest not to look over at the younger blond beside him, who he could just tell was frowning as he rubbed his brow in confusion. His throat felt dry from all the talking, more then he was used to sharing with anyone certainly, other than Craig of course. But even that hadn't been for some time now, and he felt lighter than he had in weeks, if not slightly dirty for having shared such intimate things with someone outside of their relationship. Then again, it was Kenny. The guy seemed to always know everything about everyone's personal lives.

"So, let me just get this straight..." Kenny said, and Tweek rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically.

"You've said that twice, and I explained twice." He huffed, folding his arms over his chest in an attempt to make himself seem slightly less vulnerable than he really felt. Kenny's continued inability to grasp the situation was beginning to tweak at his nerves, no pun intended.

"Well, they say three times is the charm, so kill me. Humor me a little here." Kenny glibly replied, dropping his hand to his lap as he looked over to the slightly older blond with his brows furrowed. "So, you and Craig haven't even spoken, in... weeks?" He asked once more, as though Tweek's answer wasn't satisfactory or comprehensible the first couple times he had asked. Tweek rolled his eyes and nodded sullenly, his foot kicking at the dirty blanket on the floor by Kenny's bed.

"He stopped replying to my texts, and eventually..." Tweek sighed heavily, his heart twisting violently as he thought back to all the unanswered messages he had sent. "Eventually I just took the hint, I guess." He murmured, tightening his grip around his chest as if to try and keep his heart from breaking out. He felt a warm hand on his shoulder and jerked away from the contact, his panic spiking sharply.

"Dude!" Kenny scoffed, though he dropped his hand back to his lap. "I am not gonna jump you, quit thinking so little of me already!" The blond pouted as he leaned back on his elbows and glared at Tweek halfheartedly.

"Sorry." Tweek muttered, glancing up briefly to catch Kenny's expression morph into a cheeky grin.

"Unless of course you wanted me to-"

"No!" Tweek felt his cheeks heating up, no doubt turning a similar shade of red as Kenny's mothers hair. Kenny snickered to himself, clearly pleased to have flustered Tweek, but the elder blond merely averted his eyes and scowled at the poor boys floor. "Gah! Goddamn pervert..!"

"You know, I can hear you muttering to yourself Tweek," Kenny commented lightly, eyes trailing over the other boy as he grinned. "You're not exactly subtle when you mutter."

"You're such an asshole." Tweek complained, refusing to think of it as whining.

"I'd like to be in your-"

"Jesus! Dude!"

"What, I can't help it if I think you have a great looking ass."

"Augh! Oh my god!" Kenny laughed as Tweek almost fell off the bed from the shock of his teasing, unable to help himself. Tweek grumbled to himself, his face hot and no doubt able to fry and egg on it by this point. Tweek refused to look at the other boy until his heart rate calmed down, not because he was remotely interested in Kenny's attempts at flirting, if it could be called that. No, he kept his face averted, because he thought about Craig every time such a topic came up. He wanted his first everything to belong to the noiret; and although Kenny was only teasing, it reminded him of all the things he'd thought he had laid out ahead of him. Things which now, looked far more as if they would never happen.

"Okay, okay, okay." Kenny said, taking a deep breath to calm himself. Tweek glanced over briefly, but quickly turned his eyes to his knees instead, reaching down with one hand to pick at invisible threads and lint that may be there. "Okay! So, you and Fucker-"

"Kenny!"

"Oh fine!" Kenny groaned, rolling his eyes as if Tweek were the worst friend ever for not allowing him to insult the dark haired boy. "You and Tucker, haven't spoken in awhile, because hejust randomly stopped talking to you?" The blond asked once more, as if suddenly remembering the real reason his friend was here. "And yet, by the sounds of it he tried to come talk to you this afternoon... but, you bolted."

"I-" Tweek winced, thinking it sounded so much more reasonable when Kenny said it, but unable to deny the racing of his heart as he contemplated what might have happened had he stayed to listen to the noiret. "They were together. I couldn't handle it! Augh! They were together, and I couldn't breathe! Oh Jesus!" Tweek raised his hands to his hair as he began to ramble, tugging sharply and relishing the sweet pain of the action. It might not be as calming as Craig's fingers combing through the tangled snarls, but it released some of the pressure building up in his head at least.

"Tweek," Kenny sighed, reaching up as if to remove the slightly elder boys hands from his hair, but seeming to think better of it at the last moment. He frowned instead and ran his hands roughly through his own hair instead. "Why is it such a bad thing they were together, I mean, what is it you're actually afraid of?"

Tweek cringed, raising his legs off the floor and curling in on himself as if he could escape the conversation. He tried to ignore Kenny, to ignore the very reasonable question but the longer he remained silent, the stronger the pressure in his heart and in his head. He closed his eyes and tried to visualize his calm place, a plain meadow with gentle flowers and a soft breeze. But the breeze was too strong, blowing the petals right off the flowers and he squawked as his eyes shot open against his own volition, his hands tugging his hair almost violently. "Everything! Oh God, oh Jesus! If I let him talk to me- Augh! Then he's gonna tell me that its over and he moved on and if- Jesus! Gah! If I don't let him then I can pretend we're still together! That he still loves me!"

Tweek panted heavily, his heart racing as the fog of pressure in his mind cleared almost immediately, as if his confession had erased it entirely. He tugged more gently at his hair, uncomfortable to have had such an outburst before the other blond boy. He kept his eyes on his knees, until he heard the sudden gush of loud laughter beside him. He frowned as he peeked over at Kenny, who was lying on his side and kicking his legs as if he thought Tweek's insecurities were absolutely hilarious. "Dude, not cool." Tweek muttered, glaring at the younger boy. "Augh!" Kenny ignored him completely, sputtering about stupidity and hilarity both as he laughed until Tweek was seriously beginning to think he was going to die from it.

"Oh, my god. Tweek, you are absolutely precious, do you know that?" Kenny barely managed to gasp, trying hard to sit himself upright again even as he still huffed and shook with laughter. His light blue eyes locked onto Tweek, filled with the absolute amusement from Tweek's embarrassment. Tweek scowled as best he could, but Kenny was completely unfazed, if anything it seemed to make the blond laugh even harder again, so Tweek merely turned away and glared at his own toes. What could have been either minuted or even hours later, he glanced back over at the still chuckling boy, his eyes reproachful in their accusing glare.

"Oh Tweek, unless you want me to fuck you right now, you had best not look at me with those gorgeous, tempting, puppy eyes you got there." Kenny sniggered, as Tweek flushed a violent shade of red and immediately dropped his gaze to his knees with a small squeak. "Okay, look I'm sorry, okay? It's just, I don't think even if I explain, you will ever realize just how funny it is to think that Craig would ever not love you."

Tweek scoffed and turned his head away from Kenny, laying his head on his knees as he stared at the opposite wall. Kenny didn't, couldn't, understand the overwhelming sense of loss that Tweek felt. Because although Kenny couldn't see that Craig had moved on, Tweek could. Tweek had been there, sat beside him at first, then at the end of the table. Before long Tweek was at an entirely different table altogether, and finally, he didn't even bother to try and sit with them anymore. It was like he had turned invisible, and the years he had spent beside Craig had been a dream, which was now lost to him forever.

"Dude, how can you doubt it? I mean, have you seen how he's been in class lately?" Tweek flinched, not willing to admit that he had been cutting classes to avoid seeing the noiret, but it seemed Kenny had already guessed when he clicked his tongue and chuckled, though without his earlier humor. "Man, you two are just the most fucked up pair I have ever seen. Seriously, fucking Cartman is more emotionally stable than you two." Kenny sighed, as if suddenly tired from just the thought of Tweek and Craig's bruised and battered relationship.

Tweek wrapped his arms around his legs, holding himself tightly together, as if afraid he might fall apart any moment. He wasn't sure he could repress the pain anymore, it was beginning to eat away at his heart, at his mind, at his very soul. Without Craig, he wasn't sure he even wanted to keep fighting the darkness that had plagued his mind since he was so young.

"Dude, be careful." Kenny's sudden voice made him jump. Not because it was suddenly void of all the humor he had been so injected with earlier, but because it sounded so completely flat and nasal that he almost believed Craig had sneaked in whilst he was so lost in his contemplation of Kenny's wall. He raised his head to look at the other blond, but the boy wasn't where he expected him to be. Whereas Tweek had thought Kenny was still sitting beside him, the other boy was now standing over the other side of the room, with his hands tucked into his pockets, and his orange parka hood pulled low over dark blue eyes which stared across the room at him intensely.

"Kenny..?" Tweek asked hesitantly, wondering just how long he had been lost in his own thoughts, and why it was that Kenny's eyes suddenly had the power to hold his gaze hostage. He swallowed the hard lump forming in his throat, fear crawling up his spine like the monsters into the shadows from under his bed at night. Tweek frowned, the sense that he was missing something important prominent in his mind as slowly released his hold on his legs and lowered them to the floor.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, Kenny threw three large dice into the air, and Tweek's only thought aside from the panic of the gesture, was that they were surely far too big to all fit in the other boys hand at once. As they rolled on the floor, each looked to be at least the size of his own hand, and Tweek felt the unease inside him twist sharply as a large 'C' rolled into view alongside a large 'T' and what he could only assume was a very oddly shaped heart. "Kenny wha- Ack!" Tweek began, but cut off to a shrill squawk of fear when he looked back to find the other boy no longer across the room.

"Be careful." The flat and nasal, emotionless voice whispered right beside him, and Tweek jumped from the bed as his heart hammered with fear. He spun around to spit out a curse that the younger blond was most definitely not being funny, but the words caught in his throat, his anxiety spiking as his eyes settled not upon Kenny McCormick but instead upon Craig Tucker.

"C-Craig..?" Tweek stammered, his heart hammering painfully in his chest as his mind raced with thoughts of how the noiret could be here now. He briefly entertained the idea that Kenny must have called Craig over in some dumb movie-like attempt to force the two to talk, but he immediately discarded the idea, knowing that though the horny blond boy was not above inserting himself into other people's relationships, he valued the limited trust Tweek had allowed him too much to betray it so easily. "Why- How- Why?" Tweek stuttered, his thoughts voicing themselves before he could properly form the questions he needed. He stared at the other boy, whose dark blue eyes stared unblinkingly right back at Tweek.

Tweek raised his hands to his chest, trying to stem the pain spreading from his rapidly pounding heart. His mouth opened and closed but no further sound escaped them. Craig stood beside the bed, and watched, but made no move to step closer. Tweek felt his hands grow heavier, and glanced down, surprised to see a large key held tightly in his grip. He frowned, the twisted bronze seeming both familiar and entirely unknown at the same time. He loosened one hand, turning it to examine the key closer when the room began to shake.

"Augh! Oh my God! What the hell is happening?" Tweek cried, his head swinging like a pendulum as he tried to look everywhere at once. "Oh Jesus, I'm gonna die!" He screamed, his fist tightening around the key in his hands even as the walls began to slowly creep inwards. Tweek's eyes grew wider, his panic spiking drastically as the walls closed in around him, his fear keeping him rooted to the spot. He turned his eyes to Craig, about to yell for him to hurry and save them when the dark haired boy spoke first.

"One wrong move is all it takes to destroy everything." Craig said quietly, his voice as flat and emotionless as if the walls weren't closing in around them, ready to crush them at any moment. Tweek shook his head, not understanding the other boy, but when he looked back again, the noiret merely flashed a sad, crooked half smile, before he seemed to evaporate into a white shimmer of glitter.

"Craig! No! Oh my fucking God!" Tweek screamed, launching himself to the slowly settling glitter which had been Craig just a moment before. He sank to his knees and sobbed, uncaring of the fact he was crying in someone else's house for once as his mind screeched shrill empty noise. He wobbled slightly as the ground lurched, and he yanked his head up from staring at the floor.

Tweek grabbed his hair by the fistful, yanking hard as he saw nothing but blue sky all around him. His breaths came in rapid pants, his heart rate rocketing to dangerous proportions. He swung his head from side to side, whimpering as he bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. He looked down to where the glitter of Craig had fallen, but instead of Kenny's dirty bedroom floor, he found only more of the white glitter. Twisting himself around slightly, he gasped at the large White Glitter Castle behind him, struck by both its beauty and its impossibility.

The wind blew the strong smell of the sea into his damp face, and Tweek realized the White Glitter was Salt. He got to his feet and shuffled carefully to the edge of the platform he seemed to be on, peeking over the edge to see tall pillars beneath the base of the great Castle. Salt and Sand combined into the wobbly pillars, he could tell from the way the two materials almost blended but just, not quite.

With a shuddering breath, Tweek stepped away from the edge, turning to look at the Castle behind him. He glanced down at the twisted key still in his hand, and then to the Castle gates, wondering if perhaps this was what the key was for. He took all of three steps, before the ground beneath his feet melted away to nothing, and he fell with a blood curdling scream.

Tweek could hear bells begin tolling loudly as he fell, the sound obviously heralding his imminent death. However as he thought he would surely crash into something and smash the life from his very bones, he felt a warmth beneath him and glanced down to see a bright glow which seemed to throb the closer he came. This did nothing to ease his terror nor screaming.

A horses head seemed to leap from the glowing orb, long neck following and then a body, which promptly caught Tweek mid-fall and began to gallop full charge ahead. "Oh my god!" Tweek screamed, no less terrified on horse back then when he had been falling endlessly into nothing. He swung his head left and right, seeing other horse riders seem to form from the bright light glowing around them. They were dressed like Roman's, as if they were all charging into battle. He wasn't sure if he could hear a faint singing, or if it was just his terrified brain throwing out static screaming from inside his own mind.

He screamed again as the bright glow seemed to appear right before him again, this time revealing only a large rectangle of glass, standing in the middle of nothing and held up by nothing. Tweek's horse charged straight for the glass, and Tweek covered his eyes with his arms, bracing himself for the moment he knew was coming, when he would feel the glass shatter around him and tear into his soft flesh.

He held his breath, and he waited.

He waited.

He waited.

When nothing smashed around him, he lowered one arm enough to peek through the gap. "Gah!" He gasped, lowering his arms completely and spinning in a fast circle on the spot. His horse was nowhere to be seen, nothing around him but the softly glowing whiteness and the only thing he could see other than his own hands, was the rectangular glass he had been racing towards moments ago.

He swallowed thickly, and slowly approached, his heart thumping loudly in his chest. Tweek wasn't sure how much more madness he could take, his nerves shot to hell and back already. He flinched as he approached the large glass, seeing his own wide fear filled green eyed reflection staring back at him, twitching nervously the closer he edged. When he was close enough that his reflection stood almost toe to toe with him, he reached up a single hand as if to touch the glass and prove its realness to himself. However he jerked away when he saw a sword in his reflections raised hand, and a shield in the other still held to his chest. He frowned and opened his mouth to curse harshly, when his reflection disappeared entirely.

"Oh Jesus!" He cursed, taking a hurried step back from the now blank mirror. But almost immediately there was another image inside the glass. Tweek gasped and stepped closer once more, his hand never hesitating to press against the cool surface of the glass. "Craig!" He cried, pressing himself closer to the mirror as if he thought he might be able to press his way straight through it to the image of the boy his heart sang for. Tweek felt tears run down his cheeks once more, as he pawed uselessly at the glass, the image of an emotionless Craig staring blankly back at him. The blank Craig turned, hesitating to glance over his shoulder only once, before he began to walk away into the nothing on his own side of the mirror.

"Craig!" Tweek called, desperately trying to make the other come back. "Craig please! Craig, don't leave me! Craig!" Tweek cried, slamming his fist against the glass, which seemed to bend briefly before shattering around his hand. Without thinking, Tweek scrabbled through the broken glass, batting it aside as if it were mere water and not even stopping to watch as it floated gently away through the air.

Tweek kept his eyes on Craig, his legs moving tirelessly in an effort to catch up to the noiret. Despite this, Craig's slow amble seemed to only lead him further and further away from Tweek, until the blond could barely even see him against the glowing white emptiness around them. "Craig!" Tweek cried a final time, trying to pour all the love, the pain he felt into the boys name. Craig stopped, turned and Tweek raised a hand, as if hoping the other boy would grab it. Craig mirrored the gesture, and Tweek felt his heart race, seeming to soar with hope, until he ran straight through Craig, who disappeared in a flash of white glitter once more.

"Augh!" Tweek screamed, grabbing fistfuls of his hair as he crouched down and hunched over, unable to draw breaths as his heart plummeted in his chest, shattering just as the image of Craig had around him. He slammed his eyes shut, hoping to drown out the brightness around him. When he felt a hand on his shoulder, shaking him urgently, he could only scream louder.

"Tweek!" Kenny's voice had Tweek's eyes snapping open, his heart racing as he shot up from the other boys bed to a sitting position, accidentally smashing his head into the younger blond's. "Ow, fuck dude!" Kenny hissed, rubbing his head gingerly as he shot the elder boy a worried glare. Tweek sat on Kenny's bed, his breaths uneven and ragged as his heart pounded furiously against his rib-cage. "Tweek, what the fuck man?" It took longer than it should for Tweek's eyes to finally be able to focus, darting around the room hurriedly as if to assure himself of where he was.

"K-Kenny..?" Tweek asked, his voice hoarse and yet sounding so tiny. Tweek winced, hating to sound so pathetic as he repeatedly glanced around the room, his shoulders twitching and hunching unconsciously. "I-I..."

"Dude, calm the fuck down." Kenny said, trying hard to resist the urge to put his hand in Tweek's hair as he had seen Craig do many times when the elder blond was so wound up. However he knew that this would only further frustrate the boy, so he settled for sitting beside Tweek in an attempt to act normal. "Okay, when you're ready, tell me just what the fuck that was just now. I mean, I'm sorry and all; I know you're not supposed to try and wake people from nightmares and shit but, dude... That was, fuck man, it was getting fucking scary, okay?"

Tweek can't stop the heat flooding his cheeks, his embarrassment overwhelming the remaining fear in his body. This is why he always hated sleeping, his mind never failed to conjure up the worst fears of Tweek's mind and heart combined, mixing them into a kind of terrifying nightmare that he can never differentiate between real and not real.

"I-I..." Tweek stuttered, his voice rough from the emotional trauma in his dream. He shook his head and closed his eyes, rubbing his brow with a shaking hand as he tried to focus on his breathing. It was something Craig had taught him, which made his stomach clench tightly, but he forced himself to go through. He took a deep breath in, and let a shaky deep breath out. Repeating the gesture several times, he was surprised the younger blond didn't interrupt him at all. He cracked an eye open, and saw the other boy watching him closely, worrying his lower lip between his teeth as he waited patiently for Tweek to calm down enough to talk in full sentences.

"I'm sorry..." Tweek sighed eventually, his shoulders drooping suddenly as if a great weight had sunk onto them. "I don't like to sleep much as it is, even less when I'm not alone. I never meant to freak you out." He turned his face away from the other blond, running a hand up into his hair and tugging gently.

"Dude, its fine. You need to sleep some time, but I mean, I got worried when I heard you screaming." Kenny readily explained.

"Oh Jesus! I'm so sorry man! Did I wake anyone?!" Tweek immediately squawked, to which Kenny rolled his eyes.

"No man, first off I thought you were just like, horny." Tweek felt his cheeks heat up once more, and buried his face in his knees. "I was actually coming to offer my services to help you out, being the awesome friend I am and all." Kenny added, and Tweek couldn't stop the snort of amusement that escaped him, his mortification easing slightly. Kenny seemed to have a way to diffuse most situations with his well timed insinuations.

"I'm sorry." Tweek sighed, removing his face from his knees at long last. He turned and rested his head on his knees, facing the other blond. His cheeks still felt warm, no doubt still pink from embarrassment, but his body merely felt tired now, exhausted from the vivid and emotion driven dream. "I had a nightmare, and... It was pretty, uh... realistic." Kenny rolled his eyes at the vague explanation.

"It wouldn't have involved a certain dark haired, blue eyed boy you happen to be head over heels in love with, by any chance?" He guessed.

Tweek would have blushed if he weren't already, instead he merely offered a sad and tired smile. "Yeah, Craig was kinda prominent." He confessed. He frowned and thought back over the dream. "I have no idea what anything else was about though dude, it was fucked up." Kenny snorted, and Tweek managed a small grin for his efforts.

"Yeah, I guessed that much Tweekers." He chuckled, before turning serious once more. "Have you considered that your crazy little mind is trying to tell you something?" He asked, his eyes glued to Tweek as the elder processed the idea. It was true that his head didn't exactly work the same way as other people's, so a dream where his brain was trying to tell him something would naturally be as fucked up as the rest of him.

"Maybe..?" Tweek hedged uncertainly, making the answer sound more like a question. Kenny rolled his eyes.

"Well, maybe that adorable little fucked up nugget of yours was trying to give you some of the answers you so badly need. Maybe, it was trying to tell you to sort this mess out."

"Kenny, I-"

"Look, I'm not one to stick my nose into other people's business..." Tweek raised his head from his knees, his eyebrow quirked in disbelief. "Okay, so maybe I am." Kenny admitted with a chuckle, to which Tweek nodded and settled his head back onto his knees, watching the other boy continue. "But look, I think you just need to think about things a bit. Your dream must have been trying to tell you to talk to Craig." Kenny said, sounding entirely sure of himself.

Tweek averted his eyes, thinking about his dream. He remembered the sensation of falling, the look of absolute apathy as the mirror Craig turned and walked away from him, the blankness of his stare just before Tweek ran straight through him and he disappeared. His heart hurt again, thumping painfully if not loudly, and he rubbed at it absently while he continued to contemplate his situation.

He remembered the twisting key, its dark metal looking almost sickly compared to the white Castle. He hesitated, his brows furrowing. Perhaps his dream was telling him he had had the key all along, that deep down he secretly knew exactly what it was he needed to do in order to fix everything. He was fairly sure there was only one place which could glow so softly and powerfully that none of his monsters had dared enter his dream. The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. The perfect way to fix everything.

"I held the key..." He murmured, and upon noticing Kenny's quirked brow Tweek smiled for the first time. He wasn't sure why that made Kenny's expression darken, why the other boy suddenly seemed much more intense as he stared at him, but his heart felt lighter, his pain numbed as he thought about the key and its meaning. "I held the key all along, to fix everything." He said, loud enough for the other boy to hear him this time. Kenny's eyes narrowed at him, but Tweek didn't notice. He had finally figured it all out, and he knew exactly what he needed to do. Tomorrow, everything would be fixed.

A/N:~ *cough cough* Uhm... sorry, about the crazy. I actually have a major thing for Handsome Jack (from the Borderlands games) and there's this music video on youtube to Viva la Vida about him (called Handsome Jack: Ruled the world - I think...) anyway, I played it earlier and then Tweek got into it and was like; yeah bitch! This is what I'm gonna do here! And... he did.

So, sorry, about... THAT. I'm not sure how it turned out at all, but I hope its not too hard to follow... Please, please let me know if it is and I will try re-working it or something... Thankyou so much for reading!

x My love to you all x