Craig had known from the moment he saw Tweek's blond mane disappear down the street, that there was about as much chance of him sleeping that night as there was of Kenny McCormick becoming his friend. That was one blond he did not need in his life, considering the guy was literally a walking sex pest who flirted with anything that had a pulse, or so Craig imagined. The noiret did his best to avoid the McCormick clan in general, and did his best to also steer Tweek clear of them, lest they try and lure him into their web of lasciviousness. After making his way down from the roof, he began to dejectedly plod his way home from Tweak Bros Coffee, barely looking where he was going as he typed out a message for anyone and everyone he knew to send him a message if any of them saw Tweek. He cut his eyes across to the dark haired girl beside him, who walked with her arms wrapped tightly around her chest and kept her eyes on her toes.

"If I send this to all of my friends, will they actually get the messages?" He asked, taking a perverse pleasure from his sister's heavy flinch. He knew it was unnecessarily mean to goad her, but he was never the best at emotional control; which is why he generally resolved to remain stoic for the greater part of his life. Chris frowned and bit her lip as she peeked sideways at him, giving an almost imperceptible nod but no verbal response. Craig snorted at her silent treatment, and turned his eyes back to his phone, hitting the send button and sending his message to every phone number he had.

If anyone sees Tweek running around like an idiot with no coat, let me know. Tell me how he is, and where. Do not tell him I asked, nor that I will be coming for him. Keep him there until I arrive. Please. Craig.

It might not be the most emotional of requests, but anyone who knew him would immediately pick up on his sense of urgency from his use of the word 'please.' There were rumors in the School that Craig had grown up literally unaware of the existence of the word please, and he was torn between feeling amused at the shocked expressions he knew some people would give, and irritated that he would no doubt be bombarded with idiots laughing at him while saying please. His cheeks felt warm already just from the thought, and he kicked the pavement irritably as he walked home.

"Where do you think he went?" Chris asked, her voice small and uncertain as she attempted to strike up a conversation with him, perhaps encouraged by the scathing question he had thrown her way.

"What do you care?" Craig retorted flatly, shoving his hands into his pockets. He looked across the street, thinking despite himself about all the places Tweek could have gone. There were surprisingly few places Tweek could realistically go, his phobias easily restricting the blond. Normally he wasn't so bad if Craig was with him, grasping the noiret's hand tightly so he remained grounded rather than becoming lost in his fears. However, Tweek was terrified of heights, and he had jumped off a roof not an hour ago, so Craig's short list of Tweek's hiding places; was suddenly no longer so short.

"I just... I mean,"

"You feel guilty now?" Craig asked incredulously, swinging his gaze in his sisters direction again. "Bit redundant, isn't it? Your damage is done, why bother feeling bad now? You wouldn't if I hadn't found out would you? You'd just be sitting at home, telling me how awful Tweek is for ignoring me, how I don't love him, how I'm jut confused. You wouldn't spare a thought for him, alone in his fears and thinking all the things you tried to convince me of-"

"Jesus! What the fuck do you want, I'm not some monster, ok?! I did what Dad told me to, because I thought he knew best!" Chris fumed, cutting of Craig's droning voice. He blinked at her, clearly unimpressed by her outburst. "Did I try and split the two of you up, sure. Did I swap mine and Tweek's sim cards, sure. But don't say I wouldn't care about him at all, I mean, he's a sp-" Chris paused, glancing to her brother and his steadily darkening gaze, before she hastily looked ahead again. "But I never meant to hurt him..." Craig stopped, staring at Chris like she'd said something monumentally stupid. "What?" She asked cautiously, coming to a stop a short way ahead of him.

"I just, can't believe someone I shared a womb with can be so stupid." Craig sighed, shifting his hat as he ran his hand through his hair in agitation. Chris opened her mouth to speak, but Craig raised a hand to cut her off. "Just stop speaking, please. Here; let me explain." He gestured to himself and then to Chris. "We see things a certain way. Look here," he gestured to a tree leaning over Jimmy Valmer's garden fence. "We see a tree with a purple smudge from when we were kids and painted a tavern called 'The Giggling Donkey' in Jimmy's backyard. Not you that you were here for that." He pointed to the purple mark on the tree's lower limbs, making sure his sister was following. She rolled her eyes and raised her brows in response. "Tweek, would see this tree as something much more. It wouldn't be a purple smudge, the whole Tree would be purple, it would be a magic tree that controlled the universe or something equally impressive."

"Is this supposed to make me not think of him as a sp-"

"Chris I swear, you are already so far in my shit list I really don't see us ever being close again. If you even try and say it once more, I do not care that mom will shout and scream and kick my ass for it, I am going to beat your ass all the way back to that asshole that you love so much." Craig growled, his glare burning straight through his sister. "I don't care if you are a fucking girl, I literally have no shits left to give at this point." He muttered blankly, turning away from her and continuing down the street towards his home.

"The point I'm trying to get through your thick skull, is that Tweek is special. He sees magic and monsters where we only see special effects and make up." Craig threw his sister a dirty glare as they walked up the drive to his front door. "What you've done, the mess I have been from your interfering and keeping me away from him... All of that pales in comparison to what that will have done to Tweek. He won't have even considered I wasn't doing this deliberately, he genuinely thinks now that I hate He ran away, from me. Because of you." Craig shook his head and kicked the front door open, no longer caring if his sister understood, just wanting to be as far away from her as possible.

"Craig, honey?" His mother called, appearing in the kitchen doorway as soon as she heard the front door slam open. "Honey, did you find Tweek?" She asked worriedly, hurrying towards him. Craig shook his head, his throat too tight for him to speak without choking. He averted his eyes and turned towards the stairs. "Oh honey, don't worry, he will probably call you later-"

"He can't." Craig said flatly, heading up to his room. "She changed my number in his phone, and even if she didn't, he thinks I hate him. He won't try and contact me." Craig said. He felt his phone vibrate, but held no real hope that it would be Tweek. He made it to his room, barely hearing his mother fuss downstairs about calling other parents to find the blond and invite him over. He sighed, wishing such a gesture would help. He saw Chris reach the top of the stairs, and he frowned back at her.

"What do you want?" He asked, rolling his neck until he heard a satisfying crack. Chris seemed to hesitate a moment, before she closed the distance between them.

"Craig, I am sorry..." She began, biting her lower lip as she paused and seemed to try and think of how to phrase her next words. "But, maybe this is a good thing. I mean, you guys can have some space, some time to think-"

"I don't want space from Tweek!" Craig roared, irritated further simply by the fact that he was having to show so many emotions in a single day. "I want him here! Jesus Christ, what the fuck is wrong with you?" He fumed, eyeing the girl before him like she was a complete stranger, which he supposed she was after all.

"Nothing is wrong with me! I want what's best for my brother is all!" Chris spat back, flipping her hair over her shoulder. Craig saw Tricia's bedroom door open, but he didn't want to have to deal with both girls just now. He threw his door open, and turned to stand firmly in the way so his sister couldn't follow.

"You don't even know me." Craig said flatly, hating himself for the perverse pleasure he felt when she flinched hard at his words, as if he had struck her.

"Craig," she sighed, looking up at him imploringly. "Please, just let me explain all this properly. You don't understand..."

"What's to understand? The asshole who raised you is a homophobic piece of trash, and sent you here to stop me from embarrassing his family name." Craig drawled, his lips curling into a tiny grimace of a smile as her eyes widened in surprise. "Didn't exactly take a lot of thought, I mean, you've kept me occupied the entire time you've been here and every time I tried to go see Tweek at School or after you always begged me to show you some pointless sight you obviously cared about as little as I did, or wanted my help with something. Looking back, I can't help but hate myself even more than I hate you for not seeing it."

"Craig-"

"Look, Chris; I don't care. You and the asshole can be the lying, cheating, homophobic bastards you are, just leave me out of it. I don't want anything to do with either of you." Craig said, cutting the girl off. Her eyes watered and she shook her head violently, attempting to step closer.

"Craig, you don't mean that-"

"Don't tell my brother what he does and doesn't mean, bitch." Craig glanced towards Tricia, having not seen her lean against the wall and listen to the two of them arguing. Chris turned towards the other girl, immediately bristling at the barb. She opened her mouth to speak, but Tricia pushed herself away from the wall and immediately threw her fist into Chris's face. Craig shifted his eyes as Chris fell back, her elbows propping her up as she dabbed at her bleeding nose. Tricia flipped the girl off and stalked back to her room. "That's for fucking with Craig and his feelings, and for hurting Tweek!" She called over her shoulder, before her door slammed shut.

Craig felt a strange sensation building in his gut, churning and spiraling through his chest as he looked down at the fuming noirette. His lips parted, and a chuckle escaped him, before he began to laugh without restraint. "Oh Tricia, I can't tell you how good that was. I have been wanting to do that all afternoon!" He called, to which his sister did not reply, though he was sure she could hear him. "I guess we're more alike than we thought." He said, grinning as Tricia's door opened a crack, just enough for her to flip him off before her hand disappeared again and her door once more closed. "Best present ever."

Craig chuckled once more as he turned and pushed his door closed, savoring the moment of shock on Chris's face just as Tricia's fist connected with her nose. He wondered if it was broken, and immediately dismissed the idea, for Tricia had never punched anything before, and was unlikely to have refined the skill quite so well as Craig had.

For the second time that afternoon, Craig flopped into an undignified heap onto his bed, his face instantly buried into his pillow as if he could somehow erase the past few weeks. Half hoping he would wake from some terrible nightmare, he barely had the willpower to dig his phone out of his pocket. He finally surfaced from his pillow for air, turning his face to the side as he raised his phone and brought up his messages.

There were various replies from his friends, all swearing that should they see Tweek they would certainly let him know. Except for Cartman, who demanded a finders fee, or he 'wasn't doing shit' for Craig, because Craig was an asshole and he hated him. Craig rolled his eyes and tossed his phone onto his bedside table, turning himself over and throwing an arm over his eyes as if to block out all his problems.

"Craig..?" His mother asked, knocking tentatively.

"Fuck off." He drawled, immediately wincing at the harsh tone of his voice. He was about to apologize when his mother sighed and spoke quietly.

"There's dinner set aside for you, if you want it honey..." She said, and Craig immediately felt the sting in his eyes, wanting nothing more than to cry to his mommy about how unfair the world was being. However Craig refused to show any further emotion in one day, and he lay still, listening as his mother sighed once more and moved away from his door.

He knew he should eat, that he was being ridiculous and that he was acting like a complete girl, but his chest hurt and his gut churned. All he wanted was to find Tweek, to tell the boy what he should have told him so long ago, before his sister had even shown up. He frowned, removing his arm from his eyes as he looked up at the glowing stars stuck to his ceiling, wondering why Tweek had never once even asked him about his sister.

His mind wandered over the time they had grown distant, noticing in hindsight the uncertain looks and twitches that Tweek would give whenever Chris was around. He thought back to when Chris had arrived, beaming and his initial burst of excitement for her finally returning home. Shortly after that she had started coming to School with him, and at first things seemed ok, Tweek and Chris were certainly awkward, but by the end of the week Chris was comfortable enough to ask to borrow the blond's phone until she got a new one, and Tweek was comfortable enough to allow it.

Craig scowled at the ceiling, lost in his memories which appeared so much clearer in his mind then when they had occurred. He wondered how he could ever have not noticed that this moment was so pivotal at the time, he could only assume he was too absorbed in his own happiness at having his sister back and his boyfriend so supportive. The gaps formed that very day, and it seemed every time Craig tried to meet up with Tweek or expected to see him in the lunch area, there was always something his sister needed.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, cursing himself as an idiot for blindly trusting anyone who spent the better part of their life with an abusive, manipulative asshole as the man who Chris so lovingly called their father. The man was practically a poster child for homophobic, racist assholes. He felt a brief moment of horror, wondering if perhaps he was biologically related to Eric Cartman, who was the only real comparison he had for homophobic, racist assholes, but he vaguely remembered something about Cartman killing his father and feeding him to his half-brother some years ago.

His thoughts drifted, naturally, to Tweek. He couldn't work out where the blond could have run off too. Tweek was afraid of so many places, especially once it got dark. Craig groaned and just hoped the blond hadn't gotten himself trapped between his monsters, pinned in some alleyway or something as ridiculous. He frowned and sighed again, rolling his eyes at the apparent pathetic state of himself.

Tweek had been terrified of heights, last he knew, yet today he all but jumped off a roof to escape from Craig, although he supposed it could be he was running from his sister, but he wasn't entirely hopeful about that. He couldn't help but worry about all the things Tweek must have been going through alone, how his silence would have translated to negligence or disinterest. He could only hope that Tweek would listen to him if he managed to catch the boy before School began. Craig's phone chimed, and he grabbed for it immediately, almost knocking it to the floor in his haste.

Hey Fucker, heard ya lost somethin

Craig groaned, not wanting to deal with Kenny McCormick and his endless supply of innuendo and flirtation. He considered tossing his phone back on his nightstand without replying, but ultimately decided better of it, for although he was annoying as all hell, Kenny was irritatingly good at finding people when they didn't want to be found.

Am I to assume you've something useful to tell me?

Well, I might have a little tidbit for ya ;)

Craig grit his teeth and fumed, knowing that to engage Kenny was to encourage the pest, but seeing no other way to find Tweek. Do you know where Tweek is, or not McCormick? He smashed the send button with a little more force than necessary, but was ultimately rewarded with a speedy reply. Craig hated having to stoop to begging Kenny McCormick of all people for help, the boy whose nose somehow managed to work its way into everyone's business. He made a mental note to complain heartily to Tweek for forcing him to such measures, once he found the blond and they were actually talking again.

Sure I do :D

Then tell me asshole

:(

Craig growled, frustrated with the younger blond and his never ending games. This was exactly why he hated having to deal with Kenny McCormick, because the blond couldn't tell when to stop being an idiot and when to be serious. He sighed wearily and was about to toss his phone aside, when another message to his inbox made him hesitate.

I do not get what's going on with you guys; but Tweek's a fucking mess, dude. What the fuck did you do?

Craig wanted to be irritated by the message, but he found that he felt only relieved and tired. Relieved, because somebody had seen Tweek, even if it had been Kenny McCormick. Tired, because ultimately, Kenny was right; it was his fault.

My sister has been interfering in our relationship, on behalf of her beloved father, who apparently cannot handle having his son he never bothered to come check on turn out to be gay. He sent Chris to, and I quote; 'fix' me.

Holy shit dude :o
But how the hell did he even find out, what; he got a South Park radar or some shit?

Craig scoffed, refusing to laugh at anything Kenny McCormick sent him, even if it did so perfectly reflect his feelings on the matter. He frowned at the boys second message however, wondering why the question hadn't occurred to him before. He shrugged to himself, assuming it was pushed aside by his concern for Tweek. He made a mental note to ask Chris if he saw her the following morning.

Tricia punched her.

:o !
But, Tricia is so sweet!

No she isn't McCormick, you just never see her anywhere but School. As fun as all this sharing is, what about Tweek? Where is he?

Dude, don't take this the wrong way; but I am so not telling you.

Craig glared at his phone, his fingers gripping the device tightly as if he wanted to crush it, and Kenny McCormick in the process. He was just about to type out a demand that Kenny tell him immediately or he was going to head right over to the poor boy's house and beat the information out of him, when Kenny sent another message.

Look, Tweeker's is fine, or, ya know, as much as he ever is. Anyway, look, he just needs some time to chill out. He thought you and Chris were together - like together together! He was rambling some shit about you wanting to break up with him and you had moved on? Then he started on with the 'pressure!' and 'couldn't handle it' stuff...

Craig stared at his phone, disbelieving the very words staring up at him from the screen. Tweek had thought he was only there today to break up with him. His eyes stung with the absurdity, and with the pain that Tweek must have been carrying. Craig could at least see why Tweek had preferred to face his fear of heights to escape him, rather than see him with Chris. He still frowned however, confused where the blond would have got the idea that he would be interested in his sister.

Dude, didn't you tell him you had a twin?

She went to our nursery with us - we were all in the same class! I thought he knew, like everyone else in this stupid fucking town.

Dude, Tweek didn't go to nursery. He wasn't allowed, remember? He was already addicted to Coffee and his parents didn't think the teachers would 'comply with his needs'

How the fuck do you know all this?

Dude, how do you not know all this? He's your fucking boyfriend.

Craig felt his throat constrict dangerously, his eyes leaking burning hot tears which he refused to acknowledge. The idea that the entire situation could have been avoided, had he just spoken to Tweek about his past, was like a twisted stab wound to the gut. He'd claimed to love the blond, yet he had never thought back far enough to even remember the blond hadn't been there when his sister and himself had first started nursery. His thoughts about how they always had been and always would be together, crumbled around his ears, and Craig wasn't entirely sure he had the emotional density to figure out what he was even feeling anymore.

Dude, look whatever happened between you two, you need to fucking fix it, I don't like seeing Tweeker's suffer like this. I'm gonna walk him to School tomorrow and make sure he doesn't skip out on ya - though I expect compensation for my good deeds ;)

Sure, just make sure he's there.

Seriously?! Dude! This is gonna be so awesome!

What?
McCormick?

Craig felt completely uneasy, but Kenny didn't reply again. He had the vague sense of dread building in his stomach, that something terrible had just happened, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it might be. He let himself be comforted by the fact that he would see Tweek in the morning, and set an alarm on his phone so that he could get up and to the School early, so Tweek had no chance's to slip past him. Once he was finished, he set his phone on the nightstand and rolled onto his side, staring blankly at his wall and thinking of all the stupid mistakes and assumptions he had made regarding Tweek. He resolved to fix things, to explain to Tweek the truth and hope, perhaps even beg, the blond's forgiveness. He would certainly not let Tweek run again. With a heavy sigh, Craig found his eyelids drooping, his emotional turmoil adding to his exhaustion. He had just enough control left to stubbornly tell himself that this did not make Kenny McCormick his friend, before he was pulled into a dark and dreamless sleep.

It felt like only minutes later, that his phone began to chime with an irritatingly chirpy melody that made Craig want to throw it across the room. He groaned as he groggily shifted, hand fumbling on the table for the incessantly bleating phone. When he finally managed to snag it, the alarm had already finished, postponing itself for another ten minutes. He considered going back to sleep until his phone's annoyingly cheerful alarm tune woke him again, but upon glancing at the time, he decided against it. Having slept the entire night in his School clothes from the day before, he wanted nothing more than a shower.

He sighed and rolled to his side, swinging his feet to the floor in the process. He ran a hand through his hair and removed his hat, throwing both it and his phone to the bed as he stood and stumbled only once on his way to the door. He slowly crossed the landing, ignoring the barely hushed furious whispers and angry crashing of plates from downstairs, as he slipped into the bathroom and locked the door. His joints protested as he stripped his clothes and dumped them in the hamper, before stepping into the shower and turning on the taps.

"Shit!" He hissed, as the first icy jets hit his skin. Any parts of him not fully awake were jolted sharply into wakefulness, as he jerked away from the water and attempted to adjust the taps. It took several minutes, but he was eventually able to get the water to a moderately warm temperature. He scowled at the floor as the water ran over his hair and shoulders, cursing the fact that he had two sisters to steal all the hot water every morning. After his entirely unsatisfying but at least refreshing shower, he shut off the water and wrapped a towel around his waist, brushing his teeth quickly before heading back to his room. He quickly dried and brushed his hair, before he dressed himself in a similarly all blue outfit to what he usually wore, tugging his familiar chullo hat into place on his head when he was ready to leave.

"Craig?" His mother's voice drifted to him as he grabbed his bag and headed down the stairs. Her worried face appeared in the kitchen doorway, Chris and Tricia glaring at each other behind her at the dinner table. "Craig honey, I didn't want to wake you last night, but won't you have some breakfast? You didn't eat last night..."

"I'm not hungry." He said, turning to the front door and heading out into the cool morning air. He couldn't remember the last time he had walked to School alone, and he actually enjoyed the few moments of silence before Chris caught up to him.

"You could have waited for me." She huffed, stuffing a final corner of toast into her mouth.

"Why?" Craig asked flatly, not even bothering to look at her.

"Because!" She said, as if that was answer enough. Craig ignored her, and continued traipsing towards the School, feeling an unwelcome jittering in his stomach at the thought of finally seeing Tweek soon. He cut a glance to his sullen sister, who seemed to understand he didn't particularly want her there, staring down at her feet as she walked with her arms wrapped around her chest.

"So how did he actually find out?" Craig asked, as they came to the School path. He stopped walking and turned towards his sister, who was biting her lip as she frowned at her toes. Assuming she wasn't going to answer him, Craig turned his attention to checking both ways down the path, his sharp eyes scouting for the wild blond halo he was so fond of ruffling.

"Some guy he knew here, was buying some supplies for his store... a man by the name of, Skeeter..?" She said uncertainly, peeking up at him briefly. "He was buying all these barrels from dad, and he mentioned you and your 'little boyfriend' were doing really well. He was pretty upset after that guy left." She said quietly, as if she didn't want to admit there could be something wrong with the man who had raised her.

"I'm sure." Craig deadpanned, glancing down the street again before checking his phone for the time. He sighed heavily, he had never been so early to School, and it was the one time Tweek wasn't apparently. "Come on, McCormick." At Chris's confused glance, he shrugged his shoulder. "Kenny McCormick found Tweek last night, he said he would get him here so I could finally explain the shit storm that is you interfering in our relationship." He explained.

"Well that's good that he found-"

"Please don't fake some sort of relief that McCormick found Tweek," Craig sighed. He ran his hand through his hair, not even caring that he dislodged his hat in the process.

"I wasn't! I was being serious! I'm pleased he's ok!" Chris fumed, even stomping her foot in a display of irritation.

"Forgive me for doubting you, oh loving sister." Craig scoffed, snorting at his own sarcasm. Chris opened her mouth to respond, but Craig didn't hear her response, his eyes locked on the path towards his house as he saw a blond and orange blur streaking towards him. He was about to call to Kenny, when the other boy all but slammed into him.

"McCormick!" Craig wheezed, rubbing at his chest where the blond's head had collided with it. Kenny looked dazed, his eyes darting quickly down the road. "What the-"

"Tweek ran off!" Kenny huffed, his breaths coming in hasty pants, as if he had been running for some time. "He slipped out sometime after I fell asleep, I'm sorry; I tried to stay awake so he couldn't pull anything but, I was kinda busy before I even ran into him and it all caught up with me... Shit, I'm fucking sorry man." Kenny ran his hands through his messy hair, seeming eerily similar to Tweek with such a manic sense of panic in his eyes.

"Dude, it's not your fault, I know how Tweek can be when he gets like this..." Craig began, not sure why he was trying to comfort Kenny other than it was insanely unsettling to see the blond so frantic.

"No!" Kenny blurted, grabbing Craig by the wrist. "You don't understand Craig, I should never have let myself fall asleep. You haven't seen him like this, trust me. Last night he had this dream, and I don't know what happened but it freaked him right the fuck out, dude. I mean, double freaked! He was saying all kinds of weird shit after man, but it was this unnatural calm that settled over him man, he was like-" Kenny paused to suck in a deep, shuddering breath, and Craig's heart hammered in his chest, his hand twisting in Kenny's grasp so that he now had a hold of the blond's wrist. "Dude, I know how suicidal people think; and last night, dude, Tweek was way past that point of no return. He got real calm, real quick; and he said he could fix everything. I'm no shrink, but I know what that feels like man, I know those thoughts. We gotta find him, now."

Kenny stared at Craig, and the noiret could feel the very real fear that the blond was carrying with him. His stomach dropped at the mention of suicide, his blood running cold as his heart crashed painfully loud in his chest. Kenny's eyes shifted away from Craig's, darting over his shoulder and suddenly lighting up with hope and relief. Craig turned, his hand releasing Kenny as the blond raced off towards the School main entrance. Craig's eyes slid in the direction Kenny had seemed to be looking, and he almost forgot how to breath at the sight he saw.

Tweek stood at one of the upstairs windows, his hair wilder than he had seen it in a long time. His eyes seemed to be closed, his body hunched as he gripped at the window as if he might crumble at any moment. Craig couldn't remember the last time he had seen Tweek in such obvious pain. His heart ached, his eyes stinging as he beheld the obvious pain of the boy he loved. He felt the shame of not being there for Tweek, crawling up his throat like bile, until Tweek's eyes slowly peeled open, and locked with his own.

Craig could have lived in that second of recognition, of joy that he felt from the connection of Tweek's gaze with his own. Although still so far away, he found himself swimming against the tide that was Tweek's intensely deep green eyes; which sparkled brighter than the stars in his favorite constellations. Tweek seemed to mutter something, twitching slightly at the words, and suddenly Craig's feet were in motion. His eyes were locked on Tweek, his entire mind ensnared by the blond as his body shoved other students out of the way in its haste to hurry through the School. He saw Tweek turn away, just before he lost sight of the window completely, his eyes dropping to the path before him as he ran through the School.

Craig ignored any curses, shouts of surprise or threats thrown his way, as he roughly barged his way past milling students. Though hampered by students on the ground floor, he knew that as soon as he managed to shove through them, the floor above would be clear, and his path to Tweek unhindered. Kenny's words about suicide reverberated in his skull, and he pushed his legs to move faster, his arms to shove harder.

He dashed up the stairs, his shoes squeaking against the tiles as he ran. He glanced both ways at the top of the stairs, uncertain for a moment which way Tweek might have gone. He saw the fire escape door slip shut, and headed in that direction as fast as he could. He stretched out his hand, expecting the door to open easily under both his strength and his speed, and was unprepared for the door to remain firmly closed to him when he ran face first into it.

"Ow." He said flatly, flexing his stinging hand briefly before he began to bang on the door as hard as he could. "Tweek!" He called, pretending not to notice the way his voice cracked with emotion. He could hear nothing from behind the door, his heart racing far too loudly in his own ears. He panted for breath, staring in dismay and frustration at the door which separated him from Tweek. His hand clenched slowly into a fist, his teeth clenching painfully as his fury at the entire situation exploded within him.

With a furious growl, he threw his shoulder against the door, repeating the gesture as many times as he could. He barely felt the jarring pain of slamming his shoulder repeatedly into the hard surface, his mind flooded with too many thoughts and feelings, all revolving around Tweek. He refused to let this be the end for them, refused to let some misunderstanding ruin what they had. He also refused to accept that it might ruin more than that, if Kenny had been right about Tweek's thoughts the previous night. With a final scream of denial, Craig flung his whole body into the door, knocking it inwards enough that the chair tucked behind it went scattering across the floor.

"Craig!" He finally noticed his sister's voice, and he turned to her, his full furious temper aimed solely in her direction.

"What?!" He spat, marveling at the way she actually shrank away from him. "Stay the fuck out of this, it has nothing to do with you!" He fumed, before clambering over the discarded chair and hurrying up the ladder at the end of the room. He scrambled onto the School roof, his heart racing as his thoughts finally cleared enough for him to process the sight awaiting him.

His racing heart stopped altogether, a violent sudden stop which had him gasp for breath and clutch at his chest in shock. Tweek sat on the wrong side of the School railing, his legs dangling as he stared off towards Stark's Pond. Craig could just hear the words which seemed to drift over to him from the blond, before his mind went blank with static, as Tweek released the railing.

"Only you."

A/N:~ Ok, much better - I can be happy with that I guess...

Anyway, sorry if you had to come back and re-read this chapter, but I really hated it before and now; its set up for the next one PROPERLY, rather than that hack job you had to sit through last night (sorry about that)

Anyway; please let me know what you think this time!

x My love to you all x