We're wrapping up the cabin plot today, so we can get them to school. You also get to see how Clyde and Token's wonderful plan of stealing Stan and his friends' clothes went. Yippee! Anyway, enjoy.

Chapter 6 – The Week Before School

It was still dark when Craig woke up. In fact, he was sure he couldn't have been asleep for more than half an hour at most. Blinking, he sat up and looked around, trying to find out what had woken him. He saw two figures moving in the darkness and grunted with annoyance. He reached over to the night stand and turned the light on. The sight that greeted him had him utterly baffled.

Token and Clyde were standing at the dresser, completely nude. They were also both slightly dirty, as if they had taken another dip in the lake and decided not to towel dry. When the light came on, they both whipped around and stared at Craig with wide, shocked eyes. Craig was equally as shocked.

"Um, what happened to your clothes?" he asked, breaking the silence.

"Go on, Clyde," Token muttered, elbowing his friend in the side, "It was your brilliant idea. Tell Craig why our clothes are gone."

Clyde blushed furiously and rubbed his arm awkwardly. "Well, we stole Stan and those guys' clothes and threw them in the woods so they wouldn't find them very easily," he explained, "But I guess one of them saw us, because when we were coming back to the cabin, they found us and sort of chased us down, took our clothes and towels, and threw us in the lake."

The surprise on Craig's face vanished almost instantly. "And that's why I didn't go along with your stupid prank," he said, "I would end up looking like an idiot like you two." He paused to look a little closer. "Token, why do you seem to have a bruise on your chest in the shape of a foot?" he wondered.

"Er, that's where Kyle kicked me," Token muttered in reply. Craig sighed deeply.

"Great, now I'm going to have to go over there tomorrow and apologize to those losers for you two being morons," he said in regret.

"Sorry," Clyde mumbled.

"Whatever," Craig replied, waving him off, "Just hurry up and get dressed so I can go back to sleep."

"You're not going to tell Tweek about this, are you?" Clyde asked worriedly.

"Oh, I am most definitely going to tell Tweek about this," Craig answered as he laid himself down beside his sleeping boyfriend. The only sounds were of Token and Clyde getting dressed as Craig nuzzled his face into Tweek's neck and went back to sleep.

…

When Craig told Tweek what had happened the next morning, he had the exact reaction Craig thought he would.

"Oh God! They stole your clothes!?" Tweek exclaimed, "Why did they do that? Why did you do that? You could have frozen to death! Or caught a cold!"

"We didn't think we'd get caught," Clyde muttered as he bashfully poked at his eggs.

Craig chuckled as he looped an arm around Tweek's waist and pressed him closer. "That's what you two get for being idiots," he pointed out.

That afternoon Craig and Tweek went over to the other cabin to apologize to Stan and his friends for Token and Clyde (who were too nervous to do this themselves) stealing their clothes. Stan was obviously going to say they weren't forgiven, but Kyle gave him a stern look and he relented.

The rest of the week was spent relaxing in various ways, fishing, swimming, walking. Craig had brought his 3DS so he and Tweek could take care of their shared Animal Crossing New Leaf town. They shared a character on the game, called the town Creek, and divided the villagers evenly into ones Tweek wanted, and ones Craig wanted. The fact that they shared the game instead of getting two separate ones was adorable to Clyde. Tweek wanted adorable characters, while Craig wanted the weirder ones. Their villagers were Winnie the horse, Rasher the pig, Pietro the sheep, Merengue the rhino, Frita the sheep, Antonio the anteater, Bones the dog, Clay the hamster, Whitney the wolf, and, of course, Clyde the horse. (Clyde being their favorite, no surprise.)

Tweek liked to sit next to Craig or in his lap while they played their game. Sure, he could have just made a new character on the game, but there was something intimate in sharing a character with Craig and making decisions with him.

"We need to make other people play this game so we can get more fruit," Craig commented as he and Tweek sat together outside on the last day of their camping trip, "Our villagers keep asking for fruit we don't have."

"Just give them some perfect cherries and they'll never know," Tweek told him, "In fact, we should just replace all of our regular cherry trees with perfect cherries."

"Yeah, but wouldn't that require work?" Craig complained. Tweek laughed and squirmed around so he could give him a kiss.

"If you're going to be a baby about it, I'll do it," he said.

"Thanks, babe," Craig replied as he carefully snuck up on Clyde (the horse) to pick a flea off of him.

Tweek would be lying if he said he wasn't relieved to be going home. While the cabin was more relaxing than he had thought it would be, he had never been comfortable being in unfamiliar places for very long. He was glad that college was still a year away.

As they drove home in Token's car Craig kept complaining about the fact that Kyle and his friends were driving right behind them. He was extra annoyed when at some point they passed Token on the highway, beeping at them.

"I hate those guys," Craig muttered. He sat in the back seat with Tweek, gently rubbing his knee to calm him down. Tweek didn't like riding in cars very much.

"Look on the bright side, Craig," Clyde said from the front seat, "At least this way with Kyle in front Token won't get lost!"

"What? I wouldn't get lost!" Token snapped at him.

"You get lost all the time!" Clyde scoffed.

Craig sighed and rolled his eyes. Knowing his two friends were about to start arguing, he pulled out his iPod and headphones and handed one of the earbuds to Tweek. They spent the rest of the ride home ignoring their arguing friends.

…

All Tweek wanted to do when they got home was sleep after the long car ride, but Craig wouldn't let him. When Token dropped Tweek and Craig off at Tweek's house, Tweek started to go inside, but Craig immediately scooped him up in his arms.

"Gah! Craig! What are you doing!?" Tweek exclaimed in shock.

"Taking you out on a date, babe," Craig replied, "It's almost dinner time, and I've barely eaten all day." Tweek squirmed a little in Craig's arms.

"But, Craig, I'm kind of tired," he admitted.

"That's because you've been sitting in a car all day," Craig told him, "Once we put some food in your tiny tummy you'll have more energy."

Tweek blushed a little as he sighed in defeat. "At least put me down," he insisted, "I can walk on my own two feet." Craig chuckled lightly as he gently set Tweek down. As soon as Tweek was on his own feet, he slipped his hand into Craig's.

"So, dear, where would you like to go to get food?" Craig asked as he swung his and Tweek's arm back and forth.

"I don't know," Tweek admitted, "Somewhere that's not a pizza place. Clyde made us enough pizza sandwiches to last the rest of the year."

Craig laughed softly. "That's true," he agreed, "He is crazy about his pizza that happens to be in sandwich form."

They found a nice little diner not too far from home since they would have to walk back. They went in and took a seat and waited for their waitress. As Craig looked at his menu, something evoked him to glance up. And that's when the saw them.

The goths. For reasons too complicated to explain, Craig never liked the goths. They always had this "I'm-better-than-you-and-think-I-know-more-than-you-for-no-particular-reason" kind of air around them that made Craig sure that they were nothing more than pretentious snobs who wore black all the time. But the person who annoyed him most was Pete.

Just like his rivalry with Stan, Craig and Pete had an ongoing battle that none of their friends cared to get in the middle of. It manifested itself in several ways, from Craig casually flipping Pete off every single time he saw him (even if Pete wasn't doing anything), to Pete muttering "conformist" under his breath whenever he passed Craig. Which would result in Craig sucker punching him in the eye.

Their rituals for screwing with each other could only be described as random and odd. They had a strange tag battle going where one of them would send the other ten bucks in the mail, a picture of something they bought for ten dollars, and a note that read "Tag! You're it!" For the life of them, none of their friends could figure out why this offended Pete and Craig so much. Starting in the sixth grade, they had started giving each other so much random attention that Token had started referring to Pete as Craig's second boyfriend.

As Craig silently glared at them, Tweek looked up from his menu, saw Craig glaring, and turned to see what he was staring at. He let out a long sigh.

"Just ignore them, Craig," he urged quietly, "They're not doing anything. Besides, as long as you don't get on his bad side, Pete is a pretty good guy."

"Yeah, he is," Craig sighed, "I hate him so much."

Tweek gave him a small smile. "I know. And I have no idea why, no matter how many times you try to explain it."

Over where the goths sat at their own table, sipping tea and generally ignoring each other, Michael glanced up from the book he was reading, spotted Craig and Tweek, then looked back down. "Hey Pete," he said in a monotone voice, "Your boyfriend is here."

Pete opened his mouth to tell him he didn't have a boyfriend when he saw Craig and groaned. "Great, what is he doing here?" he muttered, "Doesn't he know this is where we hang out the most?"

"Why would he know that?" Henrietta asked, not looking up from her own book, "It's not like you've ever told him."

"I don't know why you dislike Craig so much," Michael added, "Given his nonchalant, noncaring attitude, and his dark tastes, he's practically a goth."

"And he's actually pretty cool," Firkle contributed.

"Yeah, you're right," Pete said, nodding, "I hate him so much."

He didn't get to say anything more as his phone suddenly buzzed with an oncoming text message. It was from a number he vaguely recognized but couldn't remember who it was. He opened it and immediately regretted it.

"Your hair looks good today. Did you actually wash it for once? I'm sure all the guys will be all over a girl with pretty hair like yours. Love Craig."

Growling angrily, Pete slowly turned and looked at Craig, who was giving him a smug grin. Then he turned back to his friends.

"I really fucking hate him," he hissed.

…

That evening found Tweek and Craig sitting together on Tweek's bed. Tweek was laying his head on Craig's lap while Craig tried to finish his summer reading (that his three friends had finished the first few weeks of summer.) He was gently petting Tweek's hair as he read, which was lulling Tweek into a relaxed hypnosis.

"Ugh, I am never going to finish reading all of this by the end of the week," Craig muttered to himself.

"Maybe you should have started reading sooner," Tweek mumbled, half-asleep. Craig gave him a light glare, but because Tweek had his eyes closed, he didn't notice. He let out a sigh and continued stroking Tweek's hair while trying to read.

This probably would have continued peacefully, but at that moment, Mr. Tweak came bustling into the room, happy as can be. Tweek groaned and opened one eye.

"Dad, what do you want?" he asked, just a bit irritably, "We're trying to relax. And Craig has to get his reading done."

"Sorry, son," Mr. Tweak said, not sounding sorry at all, "I just wanted to let you know you're working all this week. Ok?" At his words, Tweek shot up from Craig's lap, nearly knocking Craig's book from his hands.

"What?!" he exclaimed, "You're making me work? I don't even get to enjoy my last week before school starts in peace?"

"Nope!" Mr. Tweak proclaimed proudly, "Whelp, see ya bright and early, son!" Then he practically slammed the door behind him.

Tweek sighed and flopped back onto Craig's lap. "Why is he always making me work?" he muttered, "It's not like he really needs my help. Why can't he just hire a regular employee instead of making me work for pennies?"

Craig gave him a gentle smile before leaning down and giving him a gentle kiss on the forehead. "Don't worry, boo," he said, "I'll be there every day to keep you company. And finish this dang book." Tweek couldn't help but smile up at him.

"Thanks, Craig," he murmured happily, "You're the best."

"I know I am," Craig bragged, "I just like to stay humble and don't talk about it a lot." Tweek smirked and reached up, giving his boyfriend a light smack across the face.

I'm gonna end the chapter here, because I don't have much else for it. Next chapter will be their first day of school. And in case you're wondering about that Craig and Pete scene, my head cannon is that Craig and Pete hate each other. Why? Because. Anyway, I'm working this summer, so I have no idea when the next chapter will be up.