Songs (mostly tonal/vibe ones):

Two Door Cinema Club - What You Know

Shawn Mendes - There's Nothing Holdin' Me Back

Vundabar - Alien Blues

Neon Trees - Everybody Talks

The Fratellis - Flathead

Calvin Harris - Summer

GROUPLOVE - Tongue Tied

Blink -182 - First Date


Waking up the next day feels a bit strange for Craig, since he had gotten so used to seeing the familiar blond-haired android sitting at his computer desk the past few weeks. However, now that he no longer was there, it felt almost off somehow. But he knew that it was something he'd get used to over time.

His thoughts wander to wondering if Tweek was okay, but knew he wouldn't get the answer to that until later in the day. With yawn, he gets up and gets ready for school.

On his way to the bus stop, he checks the time on his phone for the school bus. While doing so, his gaze catches the newly added image now placed between his semi-transparent phone case and the phone itself. A smile can't help but form when seeing the cute sketch of the small curled up critter now placed there.

"Seeing you smile like that is weird."

His attention is drawn to his sister, who's standing next to the bus stop with an arched eyebrow.

'I'm not smiling," he tells her, trying to hide it.

Her eyes squint slightly and she glances at his phone.

"What are you looking at?"

"Nothing," he replies and puts his phone away, "was just checking the time."

"I didn't know being awake so early made you so happy," she deadpans. Craig ignores her though and she scoffs, "Whatever, not like I actually care."

The bus arrives a short while later and they board it.

While Craig makes his way to sit next to Clyde as usual, he catches a small glimpse of Kenny sitting in the back. He's looking at him, and offers a small smile at him when he notices his glance. A warm flutter fills Craig's chest and returns the smile before quickly taking his seat next to Clyde.

When Science arrives, the discussion from yesterday about Tweek and the club shack continues.

"I wonder how he handled the night…" Craig says in thought.

"I'm sure he's alright," Kenny tells him, "we'll find out today after school anyways."

"Yeah," Craig nods.

"Although we may have some company joining us today," Kenny informs.

"Your friends?" Craig asks.

"Yeah, seems they want to head over there today."

"Right away? But Tweek is already there."

"It's alright, I got a plan," Kenny smiles, "they won't be going over right away, so it gives me the chance to think up a proper introduction for him."

"Proper introduction?"

"Yeah, you'll see," Kenny replies, then a hint of something more glimmers behind his eyes, "if you want to come with me that is."

The response invokes a sense of excitement in Craig, although he isn't too sure why that is.

"Okay," Craig says.

"Great, then we can go together after school."

The warm flutter from before returns and all Craig can do is nod in response.

The end of the day comes and any worry Craig may have wondering how Tweek is doing will soon be answered. When he gets on the bus and finds a seat, he wonders how he should go about explaining to Clyde that he'd be getting off at a different stop today, in a way which would have the least amount of relentlessly teasing by him later.

"Hey, mind if I sit here?"

Craig's thoughts are interrupted by an all too familiar voice. He glances over to find Kenny standing next to his seat.

"Oh—uh, sure," Craig says, and moves his bag to his lap.

Kenny takes a seat next to him, placing his own bag onto his lap when taking it off.

"Figured that since we're getting off at the same stop, we might as well sit together," he chuckles.

"That's true," Craig murmurs.

He would've said more, but the sudden closeness of Kenny's leg and arm touching him, makes it hard to do so. Body heat was clearly coming off of his leg especially, and seeping into his own. But it was far more than just his leg getting warm from this close interaction.

"Oh, what's this? It seems that I have been replaced."

Craig looks to find Clyde now standing there and his heart rate spikes, praying that his dumbass friend won't say anything.

"Oh yeah, sorry man, me and Craig are headed to the same place today. Hope that's alright," Kenny explains.

"Oh really?" Clyde says, a smug smirk tugging at his lips. Craig's eyes narrow, threatening him to say anything that may give away any secrets he holds. But Clyde leans away with a shrug, "It's whatever. Hope you two have fun," his know-it-all teasing smirk almost makes Craig want to get up and punch him again, but he ignores it and lets him walk off to another seat elsewhere.

"Glad that he's not upset that I took his spot," Kenny chuckles.

"He's always over dramatic, don't mind him," Craig says flatly.

"Is that so?" Kenny laughs, more so at Craig's response than the question itself.

A short while later, Kenny's friends pass by, they give a curious look, seeming to wonder why the two are sitting together as well, but Kenny just simply tells them that Craig is coming along that day and they shrug and carry on.

Once they reach their stop, everyone gets off.

"So Craig's coming along as well?" Stan asks.

"Actually, me and him have somewhere we need to head to first," Kenny tells them, "we'll meet you guys back at the club shack later."

He motions for Craig to follow with a small nod of the head.

"Goddamnit Kenny! You lazy asshole!" Cartman exclaims.

"See you later!" Kenny waves off.

"Fine! Go off and be gay! We don't need you anyways!" Cartman yells.

Kenny only laughs in response though, finding the exchange to be amusing to him. However, despite it being Cartman that said it, Craig can't help but wonder if there's any hidden truth in his words or not. But maybe that was just wishful thinking on his part, for wanting some form of confirmation.

They walk until coming to the club shack and enter it.

"Tweek?" Craig asks, looking around when entering.

His gaze falls onto a chair, where he finds the android preoccupied with a board game. His attention being drawn up to the two as they enter.

"Hello," he says.

"Told you he'd be alright," Kenny smiles, placing his hands on his hips.

Craig sighs in relief as he makes his way over to him.

"What are you doing?"

"Just looking over the rules of this game and trying to figure out how it's played."

"We could show you how to play if you'd like," Kenny suggests.

Tweek looks over the game, then back at them before nodding.

"Alright," he says.

Craig and Kenny take a seat around him, setting their bags down as they proceed to play the game with him.

"Oh right!" Craig speaks up, and opens his bag, "I brought this along so you wouldn't have to be in total darkness again," he takes out a flashlight and hands it to him.

Tweek examines it curiously.

"You too, huh?" Kenny then opens his bag, and takes out a small battery powered lamp.

"You brought one as well?" Craig asks, surprised,

"Yeah," Kenny smiles.

Craig looks the small lamp over.

"I guess a lamp is probably better than a flashlight," he says in thought.

"I'd say they both are equally good," Kenny chuckles, placing the lamp down beside Tweek's seat.

"Oh, I also brought this along too," Craig says to Tweek, taking out a blanket, "I know you probably can't feel hot or cold, but I thought it'd still be nice to have something to wrap yourself with at least."

Tweek takes the blanket and examines it, along with the other two items. Then he looks up at them both.

"Thank you," he nods.

"Why don't I move these away, so we can continue with the game," Kenny suggests.

After he moves the items to the makeshift shelves, they continue on with their board game.

Some time later, Kenny's friends arrive, carrying various sizes of metal and wood.

"Gee, thanks so much for helping us, you slacker," Cartman mutters, annoyed, tossing his pile onto the floor. His eyes narrow when spotting the new unrecognized guest now in his secretive place. "And who the fuck is this?"

"This is my friend Tweek," Kenny replies.

"Your friend?" Stan asks.

"Yeah, he's from out of town. Met him one year when I went to summer camp, we kept in touch and have been friends ever since," Kenny says simply.

"Oh, okay," Stan says, dropping his stuff on top of Cartman's pile.

"He'll be hanging around for a while," Kenny adds, "Craig has been helping me show him around town."

"That's fine," Kyle says, dropping his stuff into the pile as well.

"Fine? It's not fine! This is meant to be a secret place for us to hang out in! Not some public attraction for freeloaders!" Cartman exclaims, "If he's going to be hanging around here more often, then he better start paying! Or working! This ain't no homeless shelter!" He points, his gaze shifts to Craig then, "You too Craig!"

"Cartman, shut up. It's not like you do much work around here anyways," Kyle says.

"Ey! I do plenty of work around here!" Cartman yells, "I'm just saying if things continue on this way, then this place will never be finished!"

"Finished?" Tweek asks.

"We're trying to work on finishing building a proper clubhouse before we graduate, although it's more of a clubshack right now. But we still got time," Kenny explains.

"Not at the rate we're going," Cartman mutters.

Tweek looks around the shack in observational silence. Pausing at one part as if processing something, before looking back to the board game in front of him once more.

"I see," is all he says.

Over the course of the next few hours, the group small talks about things here and there, while mainly focusing on what to make next for the place. Eventually, as the evening slowly creeps in, one by one, they start to head off until it's only Craig, Kenny and Tweek left.

"It's starting to get late, I guess it's time to head home…" Craig says.

He looks at Tweek, still a bit hesitant about leaving him alone in the woods, but knowing that he'd be okay now after seeing him survive the previous night. Still though…He stands up and walks over to grab the blanket, unfolding it and wrapping it around Tweek's shoulders.

"Craig?" Tweek asks.

"For comfort," Craig tells him.

Whether it was for his own or Tweek's however, was unknown. Maybe it was both. But either way, the blanket would bring some kind of comfort, since it was a comforting thing.

"Don't forget these," Kenny says, holding up the lamp and flashlight, "the light will bring some comfort in the darkness as well."

He sets them down near Tweek, and Craig can't help but smile, appreciating the gesture.

"We'll be back around the same time tomorrow, alright?" Craig tells Tweek.

"Alright," Tweek replies.

"Then I guess it's time to get going," Kenny says and Craig nods.

"We'll be heading off now Tweek, see you tomorrow," Craig says as they start to head off.

"See you tomorrow," Tweek says.

There's one last wave they each give, before the door to the small club shack shuts once more.

Craig had been pretty impressed with how naturally Kenny came up with the story to cover up how he was going to introduce Tweek to his friends the previous day. Hell, with how nonchalantly he was about it, he's pretty sure that he would've bought into it as well, like they had, had he not known the full truth of everything that was going on.

The school day passes by pretty normally. Craig talks with Kenny during Science class about going to see Tweek later that day, and a few other small topics as well. Clyde proceeds to tease Craig at lunch about his growing closeness to Kenny, and how they were sitting next to one another on the bus. Craig ignores the teases, like usual, despite it being true that they were indeed growing closer now.

When the bus ride home comes, Craig finds Kenny sitting next to him once again. And he wonders if this will turn into a new common for them as well.

Their stop comes and they get off, Kenny's friends joining them once again, wanting to gather some more materials for the shack before the weekend starts.

However, when reaching their destination of said, 'shack' the small group can't help but stare in shock at the current state of it.

"Dude…what happened?" Stan asks.

"I have… no idea," Kyle replies, "did you guys have anything to do with this?"

He looks at Kenny and Craig, wondering, since they were one of the last ones to leave.

"No," Kenny replies. There's a pause, as if he's thinking something over though.

"Then why the hell does it look like this now!" Cartman exclaims, gesturing his hands at it.

Where there had been a more flimsy layout of the makeshift wooden walls of the club shack prior, was now an almost whole overhaul. A mixture of wood, plastic and metal walls now perfectly line the exterior of the shack in precise precision. Held together with nails set in clean lines of intersections for the materials now making up the wall.

Kenny gives Craig a knowing look, which he returns a bit hesitant.

There's a loud sound of some sort that comes from inside the shack and Cartman makes his way towards it, the others following in suit behind him. The door, which had also been touched up and redone, opens to reveal a familiar looking blond sitting on the floor next to a knocked over toolbox.

"Oh, hello," Tweek greets.

"Did you do this?" Cartman asks, gesturing around the shack.

"Yes?" Tweek replies.

"Why?"

"You said that if I was going to be hanging around here more often, that I should start working then," Tweek responds.

There's a brief silence that follows after that, before everyone else starts laughing.

"Dude," Stan says, "you don't actually have to work."

"Yeah man, there's no need for you to actually listen to what fatass over here says," Kyle adds.

"Ey!" Cartman exclaims, offended.

"Though I got to say," Stan says, looking around, "you're pretty good at building stuff."

"Yeah," Kyle agrees.

"So should I stop then? Or keep going?" Tweek asks.

Kyle and Stan look at one another, then shrug.

"If you want to, you can. But you don't have to," Kyle replies.

"Then…" Tweek looks back down at the tools in front of him for a moment, then back up, "I want to keep going."

"Sure," Stan shrugs.

"We're actually going to head over to the junkyard today, if you want to come along and help us gather some more materials," Kyle tells him.

"Okay," Tweek nods and gets up.

"Great, then we'll drop off our stuff here first and head over," Stan says.

"Man, Kenny, your friend is kinda weird," Cartman murmurs to him.

"He's not used to socializing much," Kenny chuckles, "but he's a good guy."

There's a small smile he exchanges with Craig over the whole interaction that just happened. Before the group heads off again.

They make it to the junkyard and decide to divide into two groups, Stan, Kyle and Cartman in one group and Craig, Kenny and Tweek in the other. They separate and go about looking for materials, and it's only then do Craig and Kenny talk with Tweek about what happened.

"I didn't know Tweek could build like that," Kenny says, somewhat amused.

"Neither did I," Craig replies and looks at Tweek, "how did you know how to do all that?"

"I downloaded it from the internet when I was searching it before," Tweek explains.

"Downloaded?" Kenny asks.

"It's how he knows how to talk now. He downloaded the information from the internet off of my computer," Craig tells him.

"He can do that?" Kenny asks.

"Apparently so," Craig replies.

"Huh, neat," Kenny says in thought, "I wonder what else he learned."

"So do I…" Craig murmurs.

But it was an answer he wasn't sure if he really wanted to know or not.

"Well, since Tweek here seems to have all the building expertise, what do you think we should search for to build a proper clubhouse?" Kenny asks, getting back to the task at hand.

Tweek scans the area briefly, then points.

"That," he says, "it will be good for reinforcing the ceiling structure."

"Alrighty then," Kenny says, taking note of the long thin wooden plank he was pointing to, "you find the most suitable pieces and me and Craig here will help gather them."

"Okay," Tweek nods.

Some time later, after they've collected as much as they can carry, they head over to meet up with the others, who also seem to be done with collecting materials as well.

The group heads back to the club shack to drop off their findings and relax for a little while. After a bit of time, Stan, Kyle and Cartman take their leave, feeling tired, and leaving the other three to talk freely amongst themselves.

"We found a lot of good pieces," Kenny says, looking over the pile. His gaze is then drawn to Tweek, "All thanks to Tweek here."

"We did do a lot of digging through stuff today," Craig says, then lifts an arm up to his nose, "I'm definitely going to need to bathe and wash these clothes."

"Same," Kenny snorts.

Craig looks at Tweek.

"I should probably bring you a change of clothes," Craig says in thought.

"Probably a good idea," Kenny agrees, "do you just give him some spare clothes you have?"

"I had been, but I bought some new clothes for him not too long ago," Craig explains.

"I see," Kenny says, then pauses, "wait is that what you had in that bag back then?"

"Yeah," Craig replies.

"Oh, so then…" Kenny trails off for a moment, as if recalling something, before he chuckles, "I guess it's a good thing that you got him some clothes then, so that yours won't keep getting dirty."

"Yeah, but when I bring a change for him, I'll still have to wash the old ones," Craig sighs.

"I'm sorry," Tweek apologizes.

"It's alright," Craig tells him, "I'm just complaining about it, I don't actually mind."

Craig smiles, trying to convey that he's not actually bothered by it.

"It's starting to get late, I should probably start heading home," Kenny says.

"Me too," Craig says, "I'll be back tomorrow," he looks at Kenny, "is that alright?"

"Sure," Kenny replies, "maybe I'll stop by too. I'm not going to be busy this weekend anyways."

"Oh, then I'll see you tomorrow?" Craig asks.

"Yeah," Kenny nods.

There's a light skip in Craig's chest at that, knowing that he wouldn't have to wait for the weekend to pass before seeing him again.

They get ready to leave then and offer their farewell to Tweek, before heading back into town.

Craig promptly showers and washes his clothes the moment he gets home, not wanting to suffer the angry wrath of his mother like the last time. Once done, he gets something to eat before heading off to get ready for bed.

When the next day comes, Craig goes about gathering Tweek's other clothes he got into a bag. Then grabs some food before heading out.

When arriving at the club shack, the place looks almost anything but a shack now. Another portion of the place had been built with the various materials that they had brought from yesterday, although it seemed like much more was used than what they actually had brought back somehow.

A repeated banging of some sort catches his attention and he makes his way to the door. When entering, he can't help but feel a small sense of awe at just how much progress had been made inside the place as well. The makeshift structure was now big enough, to where it was more than half way wrapped around the big tree base in the center. Each bit of metal, wood, plastic or other, had been so precisely placed for the floor, walls and ceiling, it almost felt like the tree was in the center of a large pot being built around it. A small makeshift window catches his eye as he passes by it, before his gaze finally finds Tweek, hunched over and working on something with a hammer in hand.

"Tweek?" Craig asks.

Tweek's actions stop and he turns to look back at him.

"Oh, hello Craig," he greets back.

"What are you doing?" Craig asks, trying to get a better look at what he's working on.

"I'm making a shutter," Tweek replies, then holds up some small planks of wood nailed together.

Craig looks over it in thought, then glances around the place once more.

"Did… did you make all this last night?"

"Yes."

"I didn't think we brought back enough materials for all this," Craig gestures around.

"I went out and got some more on my own."

"On your own?"

"Yes."

"In the middle of the night?"

"Yes."

"But it was dark."

"I brought the flashlight you gave me along," Tweek explains, he stops however, when noting Craig's expression. "Is something wrong? Should I have not gone?"

"No, it's not that, just… well, I'm glad you brought a light along at least," Craig replies.

Tweek looks back down at the small shutter he's crafting for a moment, then back up at him once more.

"Were you worried about me when I said that?"

The question surprises Craig a bit, but he answers.

"Of course."

"Why?"

"Why?" Craig repeats, a bit confused, "Well, because it's dangerous to walk around at night. Especially in the woods. I mean, what if you had come across a wild animal and got hurt? Or something else had happened, and you got injured?"

Tweek pauses.

"But, if I were to get injured… you'd fix me up, wouldn't you?"

The response isn't one Craig expects, leaving him unsure of how to answer.

"I mean I definitely would try to. But I'm not exactly an expert, so I don't think I'd…"

"Then there's nothing to worry about," Tweek tells him, "if I get injured, you'll just fix me up again."

There's something faint that appears on his face. A smile. One that Craig had not seen for a while. He guesses that it's meant to try and reassure him, like whenever he smiled at him, but isn't fully sure or not.

Tweek then gets back to work on his small shutter project and Craig decides to let him be.

About 30 minutes later, Kenny arrives, stopping by like he said he would. Although much earlier in the day than what Craig thought.

"Holy cow, this place has grown!" Kenny exclaims, entering through the door. His gaze is drawn over to Tweek, who's still working away, "Someone has been busy," he makes his way over to Craig then, "I didn't know we brought back so much material."

"We didn't," Craig replies, "he went out and got some more."

"Last night?" Kenny asks and Craig nods, "Wow, well I'm glad he doesn't seem hurt or anything."

"Yeah…" Craig murmurs, recalling their chat from earlier.

"So how are you doing today?" Kenny asks, taking a seat next to him.

The two of them fall into a small chat for a bit, until Tweek eventually joins them, seeming to need something.

"I need more nails," he states.

"You need some more?" Kenny asks and looks around, "Although to be honest, I'm surprised you had enough to last you this far."

"I'll bring you some from home tomorrow then," Craig says.

"I'll see if I can find some to bring as well," Kenny adds.

Tweek glance around the place in thought briefly, then back at them.

"Can we add some stickers?" he asks.

"Stickers?" Craig repeats, confused, "Why?"

"To decorate," Tweek replies.

Craig looks at Kenny, who shrugs.

"It's fine with me. Tweek's already done so much with this place, he can decorate if he wants to," Kenny tells him.

"Alright then, I'll get you some stickers," Craig says.

Kenny watches as Tweek goes back to looking around in silence for a few moments, before he gets up.

"Why don't we get them now?" he suggests.

"The stickers?" Craig asks.

"Yeah," Kenny replies, "unless you have some other plans you need to attend?"

"Oh, uh, okay sure, let's go then," Craig says, standing up as well. Tweek's attention was on them now, waiting for whatever comes next. Craig looks him over, then hands him the small black duffel bag he had brought with him. "Why don't you change clothes before we go Tweek? There are some spare ones in the bag for you," Tweek takes the bag and the other two exit the place, "we'll wait for you to finish changing out here," Craig tells him.

A short while later, Tweek exits wearing a mostly changed set of clothes. Mostly, because he still had on the green sweater that he seemed to like wearing all the time now.

"You didn't change out of the sweater?" Craig asks, gesturing at it.

"I changed the shirt underneath it," Tweek replies.

"Well yeah, but…"

"It's fine," Kenny says, "we may get a couple looks, but if he wants to wear it, why not let him?"

Craig stares at the dirty sweater in thought, before letting out a sigh.

"Alright, let's get going then," he concedes.

With that, the three head off to their destination.

Although exactly where their destination is, Craig doesn't really know, since he was mainly following Kenny's lead, until they arrived at the mall once more.

"The mall? For stickers?" Craig asks.

"More variety," Kenny replies.

"That's true," Craig agrees, and they head in.

They make their way through the mall, until coming across a dollar store and head in. They go through various aisles until coming across a section with many kinds of sticker sheets.

"Which ones do you want to get?" Craig asks Tweek.

Tweek scans over the sheets, searching for what it is he may desire. Craig and Kenny look around at a few other things in the aisle, while Tweek is busy. A little while later, he seems to find what he's been looking for.

"These," Tweek says, drawing the attention of the other two, "I want these ones."

"Which ones?" Craig asks, approaching him.

Tweek hands them over to him.

"Interesting," Kenny notes, glancing over Craig's shoulder to get a better look. He leans in closer, to where Craig can almost feel him press against his upper back. Craig tries his best not to think about the sudden close contact, trying to stay focused on the sticker sheets in his hands instead, but it proves hard to do when Kenny's words brush lightly across his cheek. "Quite a variety."

Craig's hands quiver, but he quickly steadies them, his gaze looking over the sheets, as he shifts through them. Three of different themes and two of the same. The three of different themes were plants, birds and rocks, while the two of the same theme were glow in the dark star stickers.

It was an interesting set of sticker sheets indeed.

"You sure?" Craig asks.

"Yes," Tweek replies.

"Alright."

They make their way to the checkout at the front of the store and Craig pays for them. He hands the plastic shopping bag they're in to Tweek and they continue their way through the mall.

"Should we buy some nails while we're here?" Kenny suggests.

"I don't know if I have enough leftover money on me for them," Craig replies.

"I can help pay," Kenny offers.

"But…"

"It's fine, really," Kenny insists, "this way we can kill two birds with one stone."

"Okay," Craig nods.

They find a store that sells home hardware and buy a box of nails, adding it into the stickers shopping bag for Tweek.

They spend a bit more time at the mall, talking and enjoying themselves, before deciding to head back.

As they walk across the parking lot, Kenny spots a stray shopping cart and grabs it.

"Hey Craig," Kenny smiles.

"Hm?"

"Want to have some fun?"

"Fun?"

"Yeah."

"What kind of fun?"

"Want a ride?"

" What?! "

"In the cart," Kenny tells him, "want to go for a ride?"

"Oh…" Craig murmurs.

"Well?"

"I don't know, aren't I a bit too big for that kind of thing?"

"For the child seat, yeah! But not for the cart itself," Kenny explains.

"I…" Craig trails off, looking it over.

"Come on Craig! It'll be fun! Let me take you for a ride!" Kenny encourages.

There's a small burn that creeps across Craig's face at that.

"Fine," Craig replies.

Craig looks over the cart warily before he climbs inside of it. Some part of him knew this was a dumb idea and that he'd look ridiculous being pushed around in it, especially with Tweek silently observing them off to the side, but he just couldn't bring himself to say no to Kenny's smile.

Kenny begins to push the cart, the low vibrations in the wheels gradually growing stronger as he picks up speed. The occasional metal clang would ring out each time it went over a dip or groove in the pavement of the parking lot.

Craig grips onto the sides of the cart with both hands as they pick up more speed. The momentum picks up enough, to the point where Kenny is no longer pushing the cart and stands on the bottom bar, at the base of it. They go down a slight downward slant in the lot, across its uneven surface and pick up even more speed.

"Woo hoo!" Kenny exclaims, thrilled, "Come on Craig! Throw your hands up!"

"I think I'm good!" Craig replies, earning a gleeful laugh from Kenny.

The laugh however, seems to stir something from within him. Almost as if drawing strength from it, he slowly lets go of the cart and raises his hands up.

"There you go!" Kenny exclaims.

A sense of exhilaration starts to seep into Craig, but only for a brief moment before panic sets in when spotting a curb fast approaching them.

"Look out!" Craig points.

"Oh shit!" Kenny shouts when noticing it.

Kenny's feet quickly find the pavement again, as he tries to stop the cart. While it does slow down dramatically, it also ends up swerving to the side. Which causes the wheels to make impact sideways with the curb.

There's a delay, as the cart comes to a stop and slowly, so ever slowly, it dwindles on two wheels in the air for a second or two, before very anticlimactically falling over to its side. Both Craig and Kenny fall onto grass that's on the other side of the curb, cushioning their fall somewhat.

There's a small laugh from Kenny as he sits up to check on Craig.

"You alright?" he asks.

"I think I just saw my life flash before my eyes," Craig says, sitting up as well.

"What?" Kenny asks, both sounding confused and amused.

"When we fell over, I swear to god that I just saw my life flash before my eyes for a split second," Craig expands on.

There's a brief pause from Kenny at that.

"You saw your life flash before your eyes?" he asks, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Yes," Craig responds with a nod, the smile on Kenny's face grows, and it becomes clear that he's trying not to laugh, causing Craig's face to heat up. "It was scary alright!"

"Sorry," Kenny snorts out, stifling his laughter, "I just didn't know it was possible for someone's life to flash before their eyes, while slowly falling over in a shopping cart."

"Well now you know," Craig can't help but start to laugh too, when realizing just how ridiculous it sounded.

There's another brief moment of silence between the two, before full on erupting laughter is shared.

Once it starts to die down, they get up and lift the cart upright to its usual position once more.

"I am glad though," Kenny starts to say, "that you are alright, and not hurt."

He smiles. A soft one. One that makes Craig's chest flutter.

"Are the two of you alright?" Tweek asks, approaching them. Seeming curious about their endeavor.

"We're fine," Kenny replies.

"Yeah," Craig adds.

"That's good," Tweek says, then glances at the cart.

"You want to take a turn?" Kenny asks, "I can push you."

"No thank you," Tweek replies.

"You sure?" Kenny asks.

"Yes. I'd prefer not to crash into something," Tweek says, causing Craig to snort in response.

"But sometimes crashing is the best part," Kenny jokes.

"No thank you," Tweek reaffirms.

"Fine then, suit yourself," Kenny shrugs with a smile.

After deciding to put the shopping cart away, in one of the lot's stalls intended for them, they start their walk back with their new supplies.

Upon their return, Tweek gets to work almost immediately. Craig and Kenny hang around for a while to chat until the sun begins to set. Before leaving however, Craig makes sure to take the dirty clothes home to wash, including the sweater Tweek had been wearing. Albeit with some resistance, since it was a bit of a hassle to get him to actually hand it over to him. But he eventually got it from him, when promising to bring it back the following day.

With that all done, Craig and Kenny take their departure for the rest of the day.

The start of the next day arrives and Craig decides to eat something and hang out at home for a little while, before heading over. He spends the time waking up more before getting ready. Part of him was actually pretty excited to head over, since Kenny had told him that he'd be stopping by again today as well during their walk home.

Once ready with everything, Craig makes his way over.

The arrival this time around, ends up being the full completion of the clubhouse. No longer a shack. But a full on proper looking clubhouse.

He can't help but just stand there and stare at the multi-material mixed structure. It now fully encompasses the big tree at the center of it, with its circular shape. Seeing it in its final form was nothing short of impressive.

There's a rustling that comes from within, drawing his attention to the door. He makes his way over to it and opens it.

He half expects to find Tweek right when he enters, but instead needs to walk around the structure to actually find him. Along the way, his gaze grazes over the stickers that had been bought the previous day, now placed in various spots in the clubhouse. A trail of the glow in the dark star stickers go along the ceiling, seeming to circle back round to the entrance. A couple bird stickers are set up to accompany them, here and there. The window has the plants and rocks placed around its frame in various spots, with a couple birds there as well.

When Craig reaches Tweek, he's surprised to find another window had been built, it too also having stickers around its frame.

"You're finished," Craig says, drawing Tweek's attention.

"Yes," Tweek replies, "for now."

"For now?"

"It all depends."

"On what?"

"If anything needs to be changed around, or added to the interior."

"I think that you've done more than enough," Craig smiles.

"Perhaps," Tweek murmurs.

Craig shakes his head at that and sets down the small duffel bag he had brought with him.

"I washed the clothes from yesterday," Craig states, as he unzips it. A few seconds later he pulls out an all too familiar green sweater, "Here," he hands it to him, "if you don't want me to take it away again, make sure to take it off, if you go junkyard diving again, okay?"

Tweek nods in response, before Craig hands him the rest of the washed clothes to change into. Once Tweek finishes, Craig makes sure to put the dirty clothes in the bag to bring home and wash. Although now that he thought about it, maybe he should have Tweek come back to his place to shower, since he'd finished building the place.

As he decides to mull it over some more, he talks with Tweek in the meantime. Mostly about the clubhouse and how impressed he was by the job he did on it.

About an hour later, Kenny arrives. His school bag on his back.

"Hey," he greets.

"Hey," Craig greets back.

"I see that you've finished building the place Tweek," Kenny says, looking around, "you did an amazing job."

"Thank you," Tweek replies.

"Love what you did with the stickers," Kenny grins, "especially the star ones, really cool," he pause for a moment, in thought, "I guess we'll need more furniture to put in here," he looks back towards the entrance, "we could move some of the stuff we already have here and spread it out more."

There's a smile that spreads across Craig's lips as he watches Kenny think aloud in thought. It quickly disappears when Kenny faces back around to him, not wanting to be caught with it while looking at him.

"Any thoughts?" Kenny asks.

"Uh—yeah, totally agree!" Craig replies, as if he was paying proper attention to everything he had been saying and wasn't spacing out with an empty head and goofy ass smile on his face just now. There's a cork of the brow and a small amused smile that plays across Kenny's lips from his response, which causes Craig to quickly try to think of something else to put his attention on instead of him, "Oh! I was thinking that since Tweek has finished building the place, that he should probably get a proper wash!"

"Hm? A wash?" Kenny asks.

"Yeah, since he kind of needs one," Craig looks over at him, "sorry man, but there's only so much that clean clothes can get you by with."

Tweek glances down at himself briefly, then back up.

"I suppose that's true," he agrees.

"You going to do that now?" Kenny asks.

"I guess so," Craig replies, "thought about going earlier but, you weren't here yet, and I didn't want to just leave without saying anything..."

There's a faint heat that dances across his face, from almost saying something else instead. That it had been because he wanted to see him. He stands up, trying to hide his face slightly as he does, and turns to Tweek, offering him a hand.

Tweek, who had been seated next to him, looks at Craig's hand momentarily, before taking it and standing up as well. There's a bit of awkwardness Craig feels when facing Kenny again, since he had just gotten there, and now he was about to leave.

"Guess I'll hang around here then, till your return," Kenny chuckles.

"You can come along if you want?" Craig suggests, "I don't mind."

"You sure?" Kenny asks and Craig nods, "alright then," he smiles.

There's a bit of a tightening in Craig's chest at the notion that Kenny would be coming over to his place.

With everything settled, they take their leave.

A while later, they arrive at Craig's place.

There's a bit of a pause at the door. Craig takes in a slow breath, bracing for any possible conversations he may need to have with his parents, should they still be at home and not have gone out yet.

With an exhale, he opens the door.

Luckily for him, it seemed that his parents were currently out, so he can't help but feel a bit relieved.

He debates on whether to have Kenny wait in the living room briefly, before he decides that bringing him to his room would be easier. There's a small sense of nervousness he has, when letting Kenny into it and watching him glance around it silently.

"Feel free to make yourself comfortable, " Craig offers, tossing the duffel bag he has onto the floor, then walks over to his closet and takes out some of Tweek's clean clothes, "Tweek, this way," he motions with his head and exits the room.

He sets up Tweek's clothes and a towel in the bathroom for him.

"Are you… able to wash yourself this time around?" Craig asks him.

"Does washing me make you feel uncomfortable?" Tweek asks.

"Well, it's just that… it's a bit awkward…"

"I understand," Tweek replies, "I can wash myself."

"Alright," Craig replies.

He prepares the shower for him, turning it on, before taking his leave.

When returning to his room, he finds Kenny looking up at one of the corners in it.

"Kenny?" Craig asks.

"Sorry," he replies and looks over at Craig, "I just noticed that you had some…" he motions with his hand towards it.

"Oh, those? They're some old stickers from back when I was a kid," Craig explains.

"Why were they in this corner?"

"I used to have a planetary diagram hung up over here, but I wanted it to feel more spacey-like, so I put up those stickers there and set up a few other things around it too, both on the floor and ceiling. Used to call it my, 'Space Corner'," Craig tells him.

"Space Corner?" Kenny repeats.

"Yeah, I know, it was kinda lame," Craig says, feeling a hint of embarrassment burn at his cheeks.

"Lame? What, no? I think it sounded awesome man! I would've loved to have something like that in my room growing up!" Kenny exclaims, then looks back up at the old stickers, a slow smile spreading across his lips, "bet it was pretty cool."

There's a small flutter in Craig's chest, and partial surprise by Kenny's words. A warm feeling slowly seeps in, causing his skin to grow hotter.

"I guess it was, yeah…" Craig murmurs.

Kenny's smile is then directed at him and the heat across his face grows, causing him to avert his gaze slightly.

"Also, I guess we know where Tweek got some of his inspiration from," Kenny says.

Craig pauses, a bit confused at first, then looks up at the old star stickers as it slowly sinks in.

"Huh, yeah…"

There's a small chuckle from Kenny as he adjusts the denim-bag on his back. Craig had been wondering why Kenny had brought his school bag with him today, but didn't ask, thinking he'd explain it later on to him. But since he hadn't yet, his curiosity about it had only grown.

"By the way, why do you have your bag with you?"

Kenny smiles.

"It's a bit of a secret, although since we're on the topic of space-themed stuff…" he slides off a strap from his shoulder and turns to his bag, opening a front pocket and taking out a small white paper circle, "here, for you." Craig looks at it curiously and a bit confused, but takes it. "Turn it over," Kenny motions.

Craig does and is met with the image of a small furry Guinea pig floating in space, wearing a spacesuit and clear astronaut helmet. His eyes widened in surprise.

"What's this?"

"It's a sticker," Kenny replies, "you said that you'd like one if I made one, so…" he smiles, "I had Kyle help me with printing it out, since he had the tools to do so, after running for the school election."

"This is…" Craig murmurs, examining it over.

"Hopefully you like it," Kenny chuckles, "I made it space-themed, cause I remembered how much you used to bring so many space-themed things to school, back in elementary. Although it seems you may have outgrown most of that stuff by now I guess."

"N-no! It's great! It's—awesome! I love it!" Craig tells him.

"I'm glad," Kenny smiles, softly.

Craig's cheeks burn. His heart was racing a thousand miles a minute at how over the moon with joy he was currently feeling from this gift. The fact that Kenny had remembered that he loved space stuff so much as a kid, made it pound even harder in his chest. It was a small gift made specially just for him.

A big smile can't help but show itself across Craig's lips from the pure elation coursing through him currently.

There's a small chuckle from Kenny, that draws Craig back to reality.

"Oh—um, th-thank you very much for this," Craig says, pointing at the sticker.

"You're welcome," Kenny replies.

Craig walks over to his computer desk, admiring the sticker as he does so, before placing it down on its surface.

He walks over to where he set down the duffel bag and takes out the dirty clothes from it. He throws the shirt, pants and socks over his forearm for the wash and gets ready to leave.

"You don't give him underwear?" Kenny asks.

"Huh?" Craig looks at him.

"You don't give Tweek any underwear?" Kenny gestures to the clothes, as he takes a seat on the end of Craig's bed.

"Oh, uh, no," Craig replies, "I've thought about it before, but…" he shrugs.

There's a pause from Kenny for a brief few seconds, before a small sly smirk appears on his face.

"Wow, I didn't know you were into guys that went commando," he says. Causing Craig's face to instantly redden, "Maybe I should give it a go too then."

Words can not express just how fast Craig's heart rate skyrockets. Or how fast the heat in his body rises. His mouth gaping about multiple times, before any actual sound is formed from it.

" P-pardon?! "

"Relax, I'm just messing with you," Kenny laughs, holding his stomach.

This doesn't calm Craig down however, the heat in his body too high. His mind knew he needed to, but the words that Kenny had just said, despite it being a joke, were making it hard for him to try and slow his heart rate down.

There is one thought though, that helps to calm it a bit. One that makes him frown slightly.

"If you're with anyone, I don't think they'd appreciate these types of comments being made about someone else right now," Craig murmurs dryly, more to himself than Kenny.

Kenny's laughing stops at that and he slowly leans onto a palm.

"Well then, it's a good thing that I'm not currently seeing anyone, is it?" he smirks.

There's something in Kenny's eyes when he says that, that makes Craig's heart skip a beat and the heat grow even more. His question that had been lingering in the back of his mind for the past while now, had finally been answered. There was a part of him that was happy about it, but the growing feeling that currently surrounded him was becoming a bit too overwhelming. He needed some air, to breathe and collect his thoughts from the current fray his mind was in.

"I need to wash these! So I'll be back in a few!" Craig quickly says, holding the clothes up.

He doesn't even wait for a response, before he's heading out of his room and down the hall.

When reaching the washing machine, he tosses the clothes in and turns it on. He takes the chance then to finally breathe and calm down his nerves. Why did being around Kenny so much cause him to react like this? Or turn into such an embarrassing fool? Craig had thought he'd gotten better with being around him more, but even a simple joking around from him was enough to make him have such a reaction.

He sighs, then takes in a few more calm deep breaths, before making his way back to his room.

During the walk back, he notices the sound of the shower isn't on anymore. A few seconds later, just before he reaches his bedroom door, the door to the bathroom opens and Tweek walks out. He was fully dressed now, carrying the clothes he changed out of in his hands.

Craig makes his way over to him, deciding to take the clothes and wash them, despite them technically not being that dirty.

"You're done," Craig says as he goes to reach for the pile of clothes, he stops when noticing that Tweek's hair was still dripping wet. He grabs the towel from the pile and throws it over his head, "your hair is still wet," he laughs, "you didn't have any trouble did you?"

"With washing? No, I was alright," Tweek replies.

Craig removes the towel from his head once it's dried off enough and leans in to sniff his hair briefly.

"Well, it smells like you used shampoo at least," Craig notes.

"I made sure to use the proper cleaning products," Tweek tells him.

"Alright," Craig says and takes the pile of clothes from him, "I'm going to toss these in the wash as well, you head on into the bedroom and I'll join you guys in a little bit."

He doesn't hassle Tweek over the sweater again, since it was worn over the clean clothes that were already under it.

Tweek makes his way over to his bedroom and Craig heads downstairs to toss the clothes in with the rest of the load.

Once he returns to his bedroom, he's more or less calmed down by now. Although there's still a faint burn that threatens to rise back up when he glances over at Kenny.

"So what now?" Kenny asks, "Tweek's all squeaky clean now, should we head back?"

"I was thinking that we could head back once the clothes are done being washed," Craig replies.

"Okay," Kenny says.

There's some small talk exchanged here and there while they wait, before Craig decides to turn his computer on and share some humorous videos. Which in turn, turns into Kenny sharing some of his as well. This fun atmosphere lasts until the clothes have finished being washed and dried, and Craig suggests that they should probably get going.

"I miss being here," Tweek says, as Craig puts the clothes into the duffle bag, "I miss spending time with you in here."

Craig is a bit surprised by this and unsure of how to respond.

"Aw, he misses spending time with you in your bedroom. It makes me wonder what you two were up to," Kenny says.

"Nothing! We didn't do anything!" Craig quickly responds.

"Oh? So you didn't try to sleep with the android then?" Kenny chuckles.

"No!" Craig quickly responds again, his face heating up.

"We did sleep together," Tweek interjects, "we shared a bed."

"You did? Wow, lewd," Kenny says.

Craig's face burns hot at the implication Kenny was giving.

"Tweek—shut up! You're not helping!" Craig exclaims, then looks at Kenny, "We didn't do anything like that, alright ?!"

"Alright, alright, I believe you," Kenny laughs.

Craig lets out a sigh, this had been too much teasing for him for one day. His heart couldn't handle all this. He looks back at Tweek.

"Tweek, didn't you say that you'd be okay staying in the clubhouse?" Craig asks.

"Yes, you're right, sorry," Tweek replies, "it's just, sometimes I think about it is all."

His words seemed sentimental almost, which Craig wonders if it was possible for him to truly experience such a thing. Or even any other type of emotion as an android.

"Did you want to hang around here for a bit longer then?" Craig suggests.

"No, it's fine," Tweek shakes his head, "let's head back."

Craig gives a short nod and picks up the duffel bag, pulling the straps of it over his shoulder.

The three exit Craig's room and make their way down the hall. There's a subtle creak from across the hall as a door slowly opens. There's a pause when the door opens more, to reveal Craig's younger sister standing in the doorway with a mess of hair, clearly having just woken up after staying up all night.

She stands there in silence for a few moments, observing each of them with her tired eyes, before slowly shutting the door once more, without so much as a word.

"She seems friendly," Kenny chuckles as they continue on walking and Craig snorts in response.

They exit the house and make their way back to the clubhouse.

When making it back to the clubhouse, they decide to move some of the furniture around in it, so that everything isn't just pushed to one side of the place.

"Ah, now that everything is set into place, why don't we have some fun?" Kenny suggests, taking a seat next to his bag.

"What kind of fun?" Craig asks.

There's a smile that spreads across Kenny's lips, as he turns to finally open his bag and reveal the mystery that lies in it.

A few seconds later, he pulls out a small machine with two small microphones attached.

"What's that?" Craig asks.

"A karaoke machine!" Kenny replies, "Haven't you ever seen one before?"

"Only in family bar restaurants, never seen one like that before," Craig replies, then pauses, "wait… by 'fun' you don't mean singing, do you?"

"No, I just like to carry around a portable karaoke machine with me wherever I go for fun," Kenny says sarcastically. Craig just stares at the small machine silently in thought, "Come on Craig, it will be fun! Trust me!"

"I'm not… really much of a singer," Craig tells him.

"That's fine, neither am I," Kenny says, "I mostly just have this from when me and my siblings were younger and used to want to just have some fun for a while," there's a distant look in his eyes, as if recalling something with a slight smile, but it only lasts a moment before he focuses back on Craig again, "Come on! It'll be fun!"

He goes about setting it up and Craig gives in.

"Fine, but don't blame me if your ears start to bleed," he tells him.

"I'll gladly let them bleed," Kenny laughs. He finishes setting things up and hands Craig a microphone, "sing your heart out man, we don't have to worry about anyone hearing us all the way out here."

Craig is still a bit hesitant about the prospect of singing, but he takes the microphone from Kenny. They decide on a song and play it.

Craig had been relatively calm up until the beginning of the song starts, and his nerves kick up. He couldn't believe that he was about to do this, about to sing, or more precisely, about to sing in front of Kenny! Part of him feels ready to chicken out, but he has no chance to, as the lyrics for the song begin and he automatically starts to sing in order to keep up with them.

Craig clumsily misses a few keynotes, causing the heat of embarrassment to rise in his face, but he pushes through the first verse of the song on his own. Kenny's smile was working as both his motivation and shyness to keep going. Then the course arrives and he feels a bit more at ease, knowing that he wouldn't have to solo sing it.

When Kenny opens his mouth to sing, the sound that comes out of it, isn't at all what Craig expects it to be. Unlike his off-key, missing notes and scratchy cracking voice, came Kenny's much more smooth and in-key toned voice. When the course ends and Kenny starts singing his verse on his own, it becomes even more clear, just how good his voice actually is.

Craig can't help but stare, almost in awe, at just how good Kenny was. His face burns, but this time not because of embarrassment. When Kenny faces back to him for the second course, his heart skips and he quickly pulls himself from his thoughts in order to focus on singing again.

They finish the song off together, both smiling and laughing.

"See? It was fun wasn't it?" Kenny asks.

"Yeah, yeah, it was fun, happy?" Craig laughs.

"And you weren't that bad," Kenny tells him, and Craig snorts in disagreement, "What? It's true! I mean my ears aren't bleeding at least."

"Oh thanks," Craig snorts loudly in laughter. They both laugh for quite a while before settling down and Craig says what's on his mind about Kenny's singing, "You're really good, you know that?"

"Thanks," Kenny chuckles, "although I'd say I'm pretty average."

"You could be a singer if you really wanted to, I think," Craig tells him.

"Oh really?" Kenny corks a brow, "Would you come to all my shows then? If I were to be one?"

"O-of course! I'd want to support you!" Craig replies earnestly, heat rising more in his face.

There's a gentle smile that spreads across Kenny's lips for a few seconds, before his gaze trails over to Tweek.

"You wanna sing a song with us Tweek?" he asks.

"No thanks," Tweek replies, "I'm content with just watching you two sing."

Kenny looks back at Craig.

"Well then, shall we choose another song?" he suggests.

"Sure," Craig smiles.

For the rest of the day, the two have fun singing songs, either together or alone, while Tweek silently watches them. They sing until the sun sets and even a little bit past that, before having to take their leave and head home for the night.

During the walk back, their phones are used as lights to guide their path to town. While the remnants of that day, continue on in their shared laughter, until their eventual parting comes.