A/N: I hope this pleases those of you who are asking about Tweek and Kyle! This is one of those chapters that was planned from the beginning!

Thank you and enjoy!

Craig, Showers and Beer

Though Stan and Craig were having more success at keeping their relationship a secret than Clyde and Kevin had so disastrously done, they couldn't hide from everyone, particularly not those who had suspected for so long - the unfortunate ones who were treated unfairly and pushed away for knowing too much.

"Are you sure we should do this, Kyle?"

"Tweek, calm down. We have to take this chance."

"B-But what if they see us?" Tweek darted his eyes around their surroundings nervously, checking behind the trees for spies and clutching Kyle as they came to the all important corner to turn.

Kyle stopped walking just before they rounded it. "Listen. Craig pulled away from you because he wasn't ready to admit he liked Stan. Stan pulled away from me because he clearly didn't want to be connected to the gay rumours. Now Kenny's been acting funny and not wanting to talk about either of them..." Kyle looked knowingly at Tweek. "We've followed them to a very private place behind the school. I think we can conclude they're seeing each other."

"Then w-why do we need to check?"

Kyle shrugged. "It's unlikely, but I could be wrong."

"What will we gain from this?"

"Though I don't talk to Stan as much these days, except for the occasional small talk and stuff, I'm still interested in certain parts of his life." Kyle paused. "And I feel like recently he's been making more of an effort with me. He seems to want to bump into me on the corridors and want to talk to me."

"Y-You know, I think Craig smiled at me the other day. And he tried to tell me something but I sort of ran away before he could. I-I'd seen him try to punch Token but punch Stan instead earlier that day."

"And what did Stan do?"

"I don't know! I didn't want to be late for class."

Kyle nodded. "Well, okay." He slowly edged towards the corner of the building and peered around it. As expected, he saw Craig with his arm around Stan, kissing the boy softly. He blushed at the thought of spying on that and whipped his head back to Tweek, eyes open wide. Though he'd expected it, he was still slightly shocked and embarrassed to see it - Stan was kissing a guy.

"So, what were they doing?"

Kyle smiled in triumph. "They were kissing, dude."

"GAH!" Tweek grinned. "FINALLY!"

Kyle slapped his hand over Tweek's mouth. "Keep the noise down. They'll hear you," he whispered.

"They will?" mumbled Tweek.

Kyle took his hand away. "They're not deaf, dude."

"I'm sorry." Tweek clutched Kyle's arms. "Do you think this means Craig may want to talk to me again?"

"I've wanted to talk to you again for a long time."

Tweek and Kyle both jumped and the former yelped, in fear. They stared at Stan and Craig with terrified expressions. Craig rubbed his neck awkwardly. "Well, I'm an idiot. Clyde has put a few things into perspective. That guy... he'll do that."

"For me too," added a very red-faced Stan.

Kyle crossed his arms. "Like what? How you abandoned your best friend when he most needed you? And then for two years just stopped being my friend completely!"

"Yeah, like that. And the fact I'm an idiot who cared about what other people think of me more than focusing on what was important."

"If you really don't care then why are you keeping this a secret?"

Craig raised his hand. "Because I need to tell Clyde first and he's having a crisis." He looked at his watch. "I should really go and find him actually. Kenny was supposed to text me when they were safely together, but he hasn't." Craig frowned. "It's been lunch for fifteen minutes." He looked pleadingly at Tweek. "I tried to ask you the other day if you wanted to do something. Stan and I want to try to make amends to you and Kyle. We want to show you that we've grown. Dude, we were just too hopeless to do it without each other's support."

Tweek glanced at Kyle. He could read in his friends face that though he wasn't fully happy, he wanted to accept. "O-Okay."

"How about we meet at the bowling alley at six?" offered Stan, remembering that he'd regained Kyle's friendship once there before.

Tweek looked to Kyle. The red-head remained silent as he contemplated. Eventually he nodded. "Fine, Stan. I'll be there."

"So will I, dude."

Craig smiled. "Great. That's great."

He hurriedly kissed Stan, muttering in his ear that he'd see him later and that he was proud of him, and then set off to seek out Clyde. Craig appreciated how much Stan respected that Clyde needed him more at that moment. It was a promising sign in their relationship.

After quickly searching in the library and awkwardly bumping into Bradley, making a few moments of small talk about what happened, Craig decided to check the locker-rooms for Clyde. He wasn't surprised to hear from Bradley that Kevin wasn't doing well; after all, the circumstances for the break up seemed... strange.

Craig entered the gym and seeing no one around, couldn't resist kicking a basketball again - just to once again make clear his hatred for the game. He blamed the game for creating a breed of idiot Jocks, rather than considering they may have already been idiots to begin with. He was sure that without the game, these people wouldn't have the same arrogance - thinking they were someone above the average - when the reality was that they were so far below the average.

Craig heard a shower running when he entered the locker-rooms. Calling out, "Clyde," he waited for his answer, but received none. He hesitantly moved closer to the shower, hoping it wasn't anyone else and that they were about to accuse him of spying on them - which really wouldn't be helpful.

He sighed as Clyde came into view, sat on the grimy, worn tiles in his jersey and shorts, head resting on his knees and arms wrapped around his legs. The water running over him was the cause of his soaking appearance, material clinging tightly to his chest and legs, showing every outline of the areas they covered.

Craig moved closer. "Clyde, please come out from there," he said, softly. "Come on, dude. You don't need to do that."

"No," mumbled Clyde, not looking up.

"Don't make me come over there, Donovan. I'm warning you."

Clyde turned his head slowly to Craig. "No." His wide, tired eyes looked so full of sorrow they made Craig change his plan.

"Dammit." Craig kicked his shoes off and placed them on a bench, pulling his socks off to put inside them. He yanked his hat and jacket off next, and then looking at how wet the shower area was, took his trousers off as well. He marched over to Clyde, turning off the shower before it could completely soak his own t-shirt. "Come on, I'll help you up." Clyde showed that he had no intention of standing up, so instead, Craig slipped down the wall and sat beside him, boxers soaking but not caring.

Clyde did speak then. "Dude, you're getting wet."

Craig threw his arm over Clyde. "Eh, I'll live with a wet ass." He stretched out his legs in front of him and pulled Clyde closer to him. "You look like you need one of our amazing tell-anyone-I'm-doing-this-and-I'll-kill-you bro hugs." Clyde's head fell on his shoulder in agreement. "How long have you been here."

"I dunno... Since gym ended." Clyde rubbed his eyes. "I needed to think."

"You couldn't have done that somewhere else... somewhere dryer?"

"I was just... drawn to the shower." He sighed. "I miss him."

Craig nodded though Clyde couldn't see him. "Yeah, I know." He had already realised why Clyde was drawn to the shower. The news of the break-up had shocked him so completely when he'd got it out of Clyde. Only a few trusted people knew. It had not spread to the Jocks. This meant that all of Kevin's reasons were so far worthless, for he needed people to find out in order for things to change. Though perhaps the reason he hadn't spread it himself meant that there was hope, a spot of regret, and maybe a chance at a reconciliation.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"He said that's not what this is about, right?"

Clyde continued like he hadn't heard Craig. "Would he still be with me if I was less..."

"Less what?"

"I don't know!" Clyde hugged Craig tighter. "Help me, asshole."

"I... can't." Craig rubbed Clyde's back. "But I can help stop you freezing to death. Come on, you need to change out of those clothes."

Clyde reluctantly agreed, pushing himself up. He walked over towards his locker, but stopped as it came fully into view, and he noticed Token stood there, wearing a purple designer jumper and black jeans, gym-wear nowhere in sight. He'd obviously re-entered the locker rooms, perhaps noticing Clyde had never left them, perhaps following Craig. Clyde almost turned around and walked back into the shower, but Craig standing behind him stopped that.

Token was the first to talk, after taking in Clyde's dripping appearance and Craig's half-dressed one. "Clyde, can we talk?"

Clyde shook his head. "I'm busy."

"Doing what? Why were you sitting in the shower fully clothed? And," Token squinted at Clyde's face, "have you been crying?"

"Stop asking him questions and just leave," Craig cut in, moving towards where he'd left his pants and scowling at the thought of how wet they would get. He decided that he would just free-ball for the rest of the day to ensure that didn't happen. He was hoping that his coat would cover his wet t-shirt, and he knew that his hat would cover his hair.

"What? I'm concerned!" replied Token.

"Oh concerned are you?" said Clyde sarcastically. "Well it that case I'll just pour my heart out to you, because you've been such a good friend. Kevin broke up with me. Why don't you go and spread that around? Have a nice laugh about it."

Token shook his head. "Clyde, I, would never..." He frowned. "Please come over tonight."

"No."

"We need to talk."

"No."

"Clyde, please," begged Token.

"Fine! Since you're not going to take no for an answer then fine. I really don't give a fuck what I do anymore. You've broken me down, Token. You've got me."

"That's not what I-"

"I said I'll come, so I'll come. You can leave now."

Token looked like he was going to argue again but Craig shot him a stony glare, one that said 'watch it, Black.' Token sighed and left the locker rooms.

"You're really going to go?" asked Craig. "After all that he's done."

Clyde shrugged. "Are you free tonight?"

Craig frowned. "No, I'm sorry. If you need the company I guess I could..." He stopped. "No, sorry, it's too important."

"Guess Token's keeping an eye on me then."

When Kevin saw his dad walk through the front door, pulling a black suitcase behind him, leather case over his shoulder, he worried that he was about to face another being shouted at. His dad had returned from his business trip. It was often for Kevin to go these long periods without him; sometimes he felt like his dad was abroad more than he was at home.

Kevin stood up and went over to him, offering him a hand with his bags and asking him how his flight was. It was an act of respect he would have done regardless of his situation.

"Thank you," said Mr Stoley. "My flight ran very smoothly and my bag was one of the first off the plane. It's always great when that happens." He grinned and reached in his bag, handing a small box to Kevin. "Here."

Kevin looked down at the box in confusion. "Dad, what is this?" He knew what it was but he wanted conformation.

"The iPhone five, in black."

"How did you get this!?"

"Business associate."

Kevin opened the box and pulled it out, holding it carefully - it was so light and thin. "Wow."

"It's for you."

"Oh, what?" Kevin pulled a concerned face. "That's amazing. Thank you! But Mom has banned my phone..."

"Kev, I've talked to your mother. She can't ban your phone and laptop when you've done nothing wrong."

"...I've not?"

"I know you can't choose to be gay, and well... that Donovan kid is a very popular guy. He must really love you to risk that all."

Kevin winced. "Yeah."

"I guess you already told me one night when I thought you were joking." Kevin's dad raised his eyebrow at the boldness his son had shown. "So if you want to be his boyfriend then I guess that's okay." He looked around awkwardly. "There's nothing wrong with you being gay." He patted his son on the back.

"Mom doesn't see that."

"Your mother was raised with very different values. She's upset that she's never going to have a daughter-in-law or biological grandchildren. I can't change her opinion but I can help her see that she can't punish you. But you're going to need to give her time. And also in time, I'd like to properly meet Clyde."

Kevin didn't reply, he just nodded and sighed, walking up to his bedroom and shutting the door. He fell onto his bed and closed his eyes. Acceptance from his dad should have made him happier, but nothing changed the regret and anger he felt inside.

Later that night, there was a knock on his bedroom door. He'd heard the front bell go but figured it wasn't for him. He bit his lip. "Come in."

He shot up in alarm as Megan barged through the door. "You!" she snapped. "I am not happy with you."

"Uh - hi, Megan."

"Don't 'hi' me. I'm only here for one reason and that's to tell you that you're being an idiot. I thought you were meant to be a super genius Asian, but at the moment you're showing idiocy. Even Clyde knows better than you!" She walked across his bedroom and gave him a small shove, sitting down next to him.

"My mom let you up here?" asked Kevin in alarm.

Megan shook her head. "Your dad did. I told him I was delivering something to you from Clyde."

"How is he?" Kevin was desperate to know.

"He's miserable! How do you think? Craig told me he was sat fully clothed in the locker room showers!"

Kevin looked pained. "Oh God. I didn't do this to hurt him."

"Oh come on. You knew it would hurt him! I can see that you're hurting too. So what's the deal?"

"I don't want him to ruin his life with someone like me." Kevin rested his head in his hands. "His friends are falling out, he's hardly speaking to any of the team, he's been physically hurt and his scholarship may be in jeopardy. They're not meant to discriminate but I'm sure if they find out he has a boyfriend they may freak. How many gay NBA players do you know of? I'm making life too hard for him. Plus, my mom is horrible about him. He doesn't need to deal with all my problems..."

Kevin sighed heavily when he'd finish listing all the worries he'd kept inside, feeling more than emotionally drained.

"You really think that Clyde cares about any of that when he's so far in love with you?" Megan asked, more softly than before. "You're not helping him by leaving him. You need each other. You've got to stick together!"

Kevin started crying. It was sudden and so forceful, that it was almost on a level to match Clyde. "I love him," he croaked. "I-I've made a stupid mistake? Yes, yes I have. God, as if anything else matters but sticking together!" He sniffed, wiping his eyes and nose on his jumper sleeve. Trying to regain his composure with deep breaths - difficult, since it wasn't often he slipped out of it.

Megan found herself distressed. She wrapped as much of her arms around him as she could reach. He hugged back with such a desperation, that it caused her to pose another question. "Kevin... when was the last time anyone hugged you?"

"Clyde."

"Apart from Clyde?"

"I can't even remember... Friends wise, no... Bradley's not big on physical contact and I'm not that close to the other people." Kevin strained his head thinking. "Kyle may have hugged me once after chess match... possibly."

"What about your mom?"

"My mom... perhaps on my birthday... no wait, she didn't. She hugged my cousin but not me..."

"Your dad?!"

"I had a shoulder pat tonight... but he's acting awkward. At least he's better than my mom."

Megan hugged Kevin tighter in alarm, shocked at his family's lack of contact opposed to hers - the two households were so different. At that moment Kevin was borrowing a sister, and could pretend (at least for a short while) that he had someone in his family who actually cared about comforting him.

"So you threw away the one person who provides you with happiness and comfort for what you think will be his happiness and comfort?"

Kevin sniffed. "Yes."

As promised, Clyde arrived at Token's house for the evening. He couldn't remember the exact time, nor had he looked at a clock since that point. It was all still a blur to him, with thoughts of Kevin being the only thing that clouded his mind. It would have been excruciatingly awkward, had Clyde been in a better state - him probably demanding explanations. However Clyde just walked past Token and entered the kitchen, taking a beer from the fridge and handing another to his teammate without a word. He fell into the nearest sofa - located in the adjacent sitting room - and sighed.

Token sat hesitantly beside him. "I'm glad you came over."

Clyde twisted the top and took a swig of beer, refreshing coolness quenching his thirst, promising to take away his pain if he drunk enough... "Said I would."

"...How are you?"

"Fine." They both knew it was a lie, but what else was Clyde going to say?

"Uh - Clyde..."

"Yeah?" Clyde raised the beer to his lips again, noticing that Token hadn't even opened his.

"Look, I wanted to apologise about the way I've treated you. I should have never kicked you out of my house for dating Kevin, and I shouldn't have ignored you for it." The sincerity of Token's apology was questionable: he was always so difficult to read. "I should have stood up for you in practice as well."

Clyde didn't know whether Token was just telling him what he wanted to hear. He decided at that moment that he didn't care either way, too tired to enter an argument.

"It doesn't matter anymore, dude. I'm not with Kevin."

"It does matter, because I think you got me wrong. I don't care that you're gay. It's a shock but you know - it's not bad. You can't help it."

"Mmhmm."

"I just don't like Kevin Stoley."

Clyde shook his head. He didn't want to be hearing about this, just wanting to forget Kevin. He'd wanted to get blinding drunk, but looking as his bottle of beer, he didn't even feel the determination or stomach to do that. Putting vast quantities of liquid in his body just sounded like too much effort. He sighed and closed his eyes, leaning back on Token's sofa. "Okay, dude. You don't like him. I get it."

"Well... do you? He did just break up with you after all."

"I still love him."

Token sighed. "I don't think you do."

Clyde didn't even want to work out what his friend meant by that so he said nothing, keeping his eyes closed.

"What will help you get over this?"

Clyde shrugged, having never considered getting over it. "Chicks are easier, maybe I'll go back to chicks." He was just feeding Token what he thought his friend wanted to hear. "Bebe would have me." However at the thought of someone else, at never having him again, Clyde started to cry. Salty tears ran down his cheeks, just as was happening with Kevin at that same moment. He felt as if he'd just crashed to a low again. His brain was coping... and suddenly everything fell apart.

Before Clyde knew what was happening, Token's lips were attached to his own.