A/N Finally, FINALLY the last chapter before (in my opinion) things get interesting! And, surprise surprise, it's seriously fucking short. Ah, well. AT LAST, CRAIG AND TWEEK SHALL BE PUT TOGETHER. Like, in the same room-type together. Yippee. Can you wait? I sure can't, which is pathetic, seeing as I wrote it and can look back on it any time I want to- I'll just shut up now. I'm ranting.

Thanks to Can'tLogIn

Disclaimer I don't own South Park or any associated characters, events, etc.

Stage 7. ([[{b.a.c.k.s.t.o.r.y}]])

10:08 pm

July 30th, 2011

South Park, Colorado

Bebe: this is between you and me now.

Listen to me, Craig.

He didn't want to listen to her. He'd been listening to her for the past two hours. It was getting rather exasperating. At some point, she'd have to realize that it was useless. It was useless. Tweek had given him permission to do what he did. And with reason… perhaps he ought to tell her… if she knew, would she lay off?

Me: what?

Bebe: I'm done with threats. I'm done with beating around the bush.

Here are the facts, plain and simple.

He is in love with you. No matter what. Right now, this moment, he is.

Could this change? Probably.

If you love him back, you won't let it change.

And the way to not let it change is NOT to use him.

It's to love him back. Like you would a friend, or a family member, or even Stripe.

That's all I can say for you.

If you want him, then stop fighting it.

Me: haha, he's obsessed with me

That was the easiest mask to hold up to his distraught face. The slightly idiotic, practically psychopathic boy who couldn't care less… yes, that was certainly an easy, if painful, card to play. But every one of her completely reasonable words was like a blow to his carefully maintained icy exterior, until it was trembling near the shattering point. Something was solidifying in his mind. Even now, he knew what he'd have to do. But that didn't mean he couldn't deny it a little longer.

Bebe: Stop playing, okay?

This is it.

The game is over.

Time to make your last move.

Admit it to her, that was what he had to do. The knowledge of how it would all end—and that it would end, tonight—could propel him forward, give him the energy to make her understand. So at least she wouldn't hate him so completely when it happened. She'd see that there had been something more to him.

Me: …I don't know what to do though

There is no other way

I can't just change

Bebe: not immediately, no

Gradually

Gradually, yes

Gradually? Gradually? What a joke. No, there was no gradually. This was it. Within hours, it would all be over. This truth was a beautiful, soothing thing, which let him tell her the rest of it, the most essential bits.

Me: Common sense would say that i am doing this out of no choice...i act the way i do to HIDE things! do you get it? When i was little I was, was, I was abused!

Bebe: okay.

Then you don't need anger. Like it or not, you need somebody.

Me: I like what i do to him.

Bebe: He. Doesn't.

Me: It feels better

Bebe: I know it does. It's easier. Simpler. But it's not going to be able to save everything. If you and he really manage something, I promise it can.

Me: i-i can't wait for tomorrow...

Bebe: Why not?

Me: i have to go...NOW...i have to...

Now, now, now was when it had to end. He couldn't sit here, typing, any longer. The first stage of his cold but logical plan had to be put into motion. It was time.

Bebe: Okay. And, Craig?

Me: his parents are out of town

Bebe: ...good luck.