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Tweek Tweak and Craig Tucker had known each other for the longest time. The boys had been inseparable as kindergarteners and kept it that way all the way up into fifth grade. At that time, unfortunately, Craig's family wanted to move to a bigger city for better opportunities for them and their son. The small Colorado town of South Park wasn't doing it for them anymore. Tweek was devastated when his friend told him the news and they made sure to live their lives to the fullest together for the rest of that academic year. Afterwards, it took the jittery blonde months to recover from the desolation caused by Craig's absence, but he was able to fill the void in his heart with his other friend's support and care. The same went for the black haired boy who now lived in Chicago, Illinois. He found nice people to be around, but no one quite like Tweek. It had now been five years since the two star-crossed companions had seen each other in person. 

But Craig nor Tweek did not forget about their childhood playmate.

They thought of each other frequently and even found each other's social media accounts to keep up with and call each other through sometimes. They didn't do it constantly, however, as of course they had new responsibilities to handle. Craig was on his school's football team and Tweek had begun working at his family's coffee business. Recently, Craig had been searching for a part-time job to make extra cash as well. For a while, the two seemed to be drifting away. Not for long, luckily.

Craig and his family secretly came back down to the small Colorado town for his spring break off from school because he wanted to surprise Tweek. He'd start today by coming to the coffee shop (after the extra day they had to adjust to the timezone.).

Tweek had arrived an hour and a half early and usual to prepare all the shop's equipment and machinery, along with treating himself to a caffeinated drink of his own before orders began flooding in. Come seven o'clock, the shop would officially open its doors and drive-thru. 

The first ten or so customers were daily visitors of the establishment getting their usual morning pick-me-up drink of choice on their way to work. Tweek had practically memorized these orders and could even greet those customers by name: "Here's your latte, Liane." "That'll be $11.60, Gerald." "The usual, Linda?" and so on. Soon enough, though, the constant rate of customers came to an end and no new orders were placed for a good five minutes. The blonde was able to take a breather, relax, and enjoy the cafe's decor before juggling more requests. 

He was so zoned out that he barely noticed his best friend since forever had just ambled into the lobby. His peripheral vision spotted a person's presence, however, and he began robotically stating his go-to welcome to the shop.

"Hello there, welcome to Tweak Brothers Coffee! What drink would you. . .oh my G-God. . .Craig?!"

"Tweek!" Craig exclaimed back.

The two awkwardly attempted hugging from across the counter. Failing miserably, the blonde dashed to its gate and back to his friend to properly embrace him. Everyone inside was looking at them by this point, but the boys couldn't care less with all the memories they had of each other swirling in their minds. 

"You didn't tell me you were coming. . ." Tweek whimpered inside the cuddle. "Now I'll c-cry in front of all my customers, damn it."

"Awww, you're crying? There's no way you've missed my dumbass that much."

The blonde sniffled. "Of course I've missed your dumbass this much! I haven't seen you in such a long time. We haven't even talked online for months. . .it's, it's just too much." He stated. "I-In a good way, of course. . ." Craig grinned and hugged tighter. Tweek got more comfortable here than he should've as he felt his eyelids and body seem heavy and fatigued over his friend's shoulder. Tweek's mother then stormed in abruptly, catching the boys' attention, but neither felt the need to end the embrace.

"Tweek, our drive-thru line is causing traffic, young man! What did I tell you about getting distracted, especially when you're the only one working?"

"B-b-but mom, look, Craig's here!" Tweek chimed. "He's on spring break and—"

"Lovely, sweetie, but wait until rush hour's over to catch up."

"Mom, I haven't seen him in five years!"

"You won't see him for another five years if you continue argu—"

"Yes ma'am!" He interrupted promptly. "Uh, you can let go now, dude."

"Yeah, I could. . ."

"Craig, you heard her! S-sit down and I'll get you a d-drink and talk with you in a bit!"

"Alright." he responded with a disappointed sigh.

Tweek then mouthed a quick "sorry" to him before hitting the drive-thru and making coffee drinks practically at the speed of light. Craig watched vigilantly with astonishment. It was amazing how everyone could have such specific unique orders and he could get every last one right. An extra chocolate pump for this one, no foam for this one, almond milk for this one, this black coffee must be exactly 120°F [49°C, 322°K] and have a pinch of sugar, they want steamed milk in this one, it seemed like way too much for Craig to ever be able to handle. Heck, he was getting perplexed just spectating the drinks' creation processes. Around thirty minutes later, the drive-thru line was gone and everyone inside had their drink of choice. But it was thirty minutes of passionate and heartfelt order-crafting, not just the bare minimum. The blonde ambled over to Craig's table to talk at last.

"Finished, sorry about the wait! So, what would you like?" Craig barely heard Tweek as his mind caught up with reality. 

"Tweek. That. . .that was incredible."

Tweek raised an eyebrow. "What? Me making the orders? Eh, sorta, it just seems like chaos to me."

"I mean, yeah, but there was, like, a method behind the madness, y'know? It was super fun to watch!" exclaimed the boy with ebony hair.

"Really? For. . ." he glanced at the analog clock to his right, ". . .thirty whole minutes?"

"Yeah."

Tweek was silently astonished as he assumed the wait would be tedious. He found it hard to keep eye contact and scratched a non-existent itch on his back. "Huh. Thanks? So, what would you like? You've had plenty of time to scan the menu."

Craig smirked. "The usual. I wonder if you even remember it." The blonde's face lit up.

"Craig, you couldn't pay me to forget!" he spoke gleefully, rushing over to the espresso machine behind the counter. His contagious grin crept onto the dark-haired boy's lips as he contently watched him prepare it. Sooner rather than later, it was ready for Craig to enjoy. 

"It's finished! A hazelnut macchiato, your usual." The blonde said with delight as he handed him the medium-sized drink. His friend smiled and eagerly took a sip of creamy and chocolatey goodness. 

He sighed. "It's perfect. Forget 'barista,' you're a miracle worker!"

Tweek shrugged, sat across from Craig, and played with his hair to avoid mutual eye gaze once more. A beat commenced before the blonde initiated small talk.

"So, how's l-life up there?" he asked. Craig looked up from his drink to see Tweek wide-eyed while awaiting his response.

"Fine. I've made decent friends, I have decent grades, I live in a decent neighborhood, but something about this quiet little town has a chokehold on me. I've really missed it." He slowly blinked as he said it, adding to the melancholy feel of the statement. Tweek unknowingly stared him down, not knowing how exactly to reply. 

At last, he stated, "I can't imagine living anywhere but here either. It's. . . it's a cozy little place." Craig nodded and let his eyes wander, taking in the decor of the cafe. His face showed neither happiness nor sadness, but true neutrality.

"What are the perks up there? I'm sure they've got cool stuff."

"Yeah, uh, Lake Michigan is close by, so that's fun to visit in the summer, and the food's amazing, unlike anything I've had here! No offense to the breakfast sandwiches I've had here though; those are scrumptious. . ."

Tweek let Craig ramble on and on about the pros of Chicago, attentively listening and enjoying every moment of it. This reminded him of when Craig would infodump to him about outer space all the time when they were younger. The funniest part was that one time he did that, there was a pop quiz about the solar system the next day at school! The blonde and ebony-haired boys were the only two to get flawless scores. Once Craig's rant came to a halt, Tweek brought up this memory.

"I remember that!" His friend finally got out after an uncontrollable fit of laughter. "And then we started tutoring the rest of our friends after school!" Tweek nodded.

"You genuinely helped me a ton in school, y-y'know. I was too busy worrying about—let's be honest—anything and everything to pay attention 95% of the time."

"Yeah, it was no problem!" His friend shrugged.

"And you helped me get better at controlling my c-constant fears and worst case scenarios, s-so that was pretty, uh, nice of you too."

"Like I said, no problem! I'm glad to see you improve. Past Tweek would've jumped at the idea of working here someday."

"You could say that again. I was scared to work here my first day, well, week, no, month. . .y-you get the idea—but I've gotten so much better with time."

Craig nodded as his lips curled into a smile. "Happy to hear it." Tweek reciprocated the friendly expression. 

His maternal figure came from behind the freshly wiped counter to tell her son he could have the rest of the week off to be with Craig. He couldn't believe his ears. How could she make such a colossal decision at a moment's notice?

"R-really? I could still work like every other day, y'know—"

"She's been in on it since the beginning, Tweek." confessed the blue wooly hat wearer with a cunning yet favorable smirk. His blonde friend's eyes got wider with the realization. 

"You're gonna make me cry again. . ." his voice spoke whilst cracking as his eyes narrowly escaped another shower.

"We've been planning it since February." his mom giggled with a contagious grin. "I knew you'd love it." Tweek nodded, or at least appeared to since he was shaking with joy. Beats of silence ensued as the blonde continued fighting back tears of glee. 

"Y-y-yeah. Just. . .just thank you guys so much." he was able to articulate at last. 

"It's alright, Tweek." Craig chimed in, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I've been wanting to see you for a long time too." Another quivering nod from the blonde followed.

"Why don't you two go on a walk? You could point out places you used to always visit together!" Tweek's mom suggested.

"Ooh, great idea! Would you like to?" The ebony-haired boy asked his emotional friend. He had been doing deep breaths so his jittering had significantly stopped.

"Mhm, just. . .I gotta go to the bathroom first." 

"Okay, I'll grab your drink." Craig stated, heading to the table to retrieve it and his own as Tweek dashed the opposite way. 

"Thanks!" he called out across the establishment. 

Tweek's mother continued smiling, joyous about how happy she and Craig made her son. The blue hat wearer turned around to face her before ambling out the door. 

"Thanks for planning this with me, Mrs. Tweak. I could've done it without you, of course."

"Thank you for planning it with me, Craig! I can't believe how happy we made him. He's been missing you for so long. . .we all have, really."

Craig shrugged bashfully and said, "It's great to be back." before going outside to wait for the blonde.

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Tweek nearly slammed the door of the men's bathroom and hyperventilated as he leaned and pushed against it as if a horror movie's monster was on the other side. The second spilling of tears he thought he could overcome burned as it made its way down his flushed cheeks. It felt more like lava than tears. His whole body's temperature arose rapidly. Tweek felt as if he'd suffocate. He transitioned from standing uneasily to sitting with his knees in front of him. He sniffled as he tried sobbing as quietly as possible, which he was terrible at. 

Craig's waiting for me, I need to fucking get myself together. Tweek's mind spoke as he hesitantly stood up to one of the four vanities of the room to look at himself. He had to blink several times though since the tears blurred his vision. At last, he glanced at how distraught and melodramatic he looked and wanted to cry harder. Why was all of this happening? Craig and Tweek were best friends, right? Why would him coming back cause this much stress and panic in the blonde? It didn't seem like crying with joy anymore. The answer was. . .hard for the blonde to admit.

Tweek had slowly but surely fallen in love with Craig throughout their years together. He had known ever since he learned that boys could like other boys. He felt that it was creepy and weird to love his best friend, though, so he hid it away and lied to himself for a while. Although he was upset about him leaving for Illinois, he knew it would stop his friend from ever finding out. It was bittersweet to him, even though all his other friends just saw it as sad. 

He didn't want to be like this. He wasn't homophobic, he just wanted to be like everyone else. Tweek already felt he didn't fit in being painfully neurodivergent, so why slap another polarizing label on him? The jittery blonde didn't want to be all quirky and not like the other boys. He just wished to be "normal." 

"We're not gonna let him find out. We fucking won't." He told himself sternly in the mirror. He then splashed his face with freezing water several times, dried off with paper towels from the hand-sensing machine, and checked his reflection once more to make sure his cheeks were no longer flushed and red. With that, Tweek was off to walk through the city with the love of his life—or "best friend," as he liked to tell himself and the rest of the world. 

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"You took forever!" Craig whined as the door swished behind his friend. He drug out the word "forever" like a toddler would.

Tweek flinched, caught in his half-truth like a spider web. "Oh, r-really?" he mumbled in response. 

His anxious mind chanted: Please don't question why, please don't question why, please don't question why, please don't question—

"Nope. Just messing around." the blue hat wearer admitted, causing the blonde to silently celebrate. "Here's your gross black coffee. I don't know how you can drink this stuff."

"There are a few pinches of sugar in it! Not technically black." his friend countered lightheartedly. "And what do you expect? I work here, I don't have time to make myself something extravagant." 

"I guess that's true. . .wait a minute, how'd you get wet just now?" Craig inquired, pointing at a spot on Tweek's brown apron, part of his work uniform. The jittery blonde looked down in desperation to come up with a plausible answer. 

That's just from making the drinks, some kids think it's funny to open the windows and throw water balloons, it was raining earlier, I'm madly in love with you so I was sobbing on the bathroom floor because it's so fucking creepy to crush on your best friend—

"The sinks in our shop splash really viciously! Yeah, like if y-you turn it up too high, they'll do that." he finally decided to reply. Oh my god, he's gonna see right through this bullshit. . . he thought. I shouldn't even give him a chance to respond! "S-So, should we go left or right to begin?" Tweek continued. 

The ebony-haired boy eyed each of the options vaguely before pointing to the left. With that, off the friends went to take a stroll down memory lane. 

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After their peaceful walk, lunch, and meeting up with their old friend group at Tweek's house, everyone had left and Craig's eventful first day back was coming to an end.

"I wanna sleep here tonight." the blue hat wearer said with a yawn. "My sleeping clothes are with my parents at the hotel though, oh well."

"Okay, that'll be fun! Uh, let's watch a movie or something until we fall asleep." the blonde suggested, awakening the TV with the power button. His friend nodded vibrantly as the other made his way to the search bar. 

"What's one of your favorite movies? I've rewatched all mine way too many times, plus you are the guest," he inquired, ready to type it in. Craig looked down as he thought about it. After a straight three minutes of "umm"s and "well"s, he came up with Spirited Away.

"Okay, I've never seen it."

The ebony-haired boy's pupils shrank and stared at Tweek as he typed the title in. The blonde noticed this from his peripheral vision with confusion.

"Are you good? You look like I just confessed to murder." 

"You haven't seen this?! Any way you can put it on faster? It's such a good movie, I'm not even crazy about anime like some are. It's got stunning, polished animation, a convoluted unique plot that modern movies don't have anymore, every last charac—not even character—every last. . .anything in any scene is so well designed and—"

"Alright, dude, it's on," Tweek declared as the logos of companies who worked on the film began to show. The two watched in silence for a few moments before Craig began showing signs of exhaustion again. The blonde softly grinned at him before turning his attention back to the screen swiftly.

Deep down, Tweek thought it was cute that describing the genius and creativity of the movie got him all riled up, but he refused to let that thought leave his lips. Instead, he went to get blankets from a nearby closet to sleep with. 

"Thanks," Craig whispered drowsily in response to the blonde handing him one. He took off his hat and jacket before laying it over his body to his comfort. The blonde soon did the same, after getting a plain T-shirt, shorts, and slippers from his drawers upstairs. His blanket was purely for comfort, however: all the coffee he drank throughout the day had him wide awake to resume viewing the film. 

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2 hours later, the credits began rolling. Tweek's weary eyes were excited by the sight of them. Not because the movie was boring, however; the blonde thoroughly enjoyed it like Craig predicted. He turned the bright screen off at last, leaving him in pitch black to slumber. Before he would though, he turned on the lamp to his right to make sure he wasn't putting his slippers in the way of anything. He then laid his whole body out sideways, adjusting his blanket to keep him warm. He took a deep breath as he thought of all the wonderful things that happened, and that it was only the first day of his break from school!

He then rotated his head to his left to glance at Craig, who had fallen asleep long ago. Only on few occasions had the blonde seen his friend's messy dark hair, so it had clearly grown a lot over his years absent from South Park. Some of it was even visible outside his hat now. Tweek caught himself staring and staring as his body bobbed up and down as the boy breathed in his sleep.

What the hell am I doing?! His mind barked at itself. This is so weird, but, weirdly mesmerizing? 

Tweek forced himself to switch the amber light coming from the lamp off so he couldn't gaze at his love—best friend—anymore. Although tired, he laid there for a while now thinking about the downside of Craig coming back to town.

How am I gonna keep this a secret? I'm so stupid, I'm bound to give it away sometime. I can barely get myself to stop looking at his charming black flowing locks when he's asleep, who knows what'll happen the rest of the week. . .

He didn't remember feeling his eyes welling up, but all of a sudden tears were pouring from his eyes once more. He wiped his face with the fabric of his shirt as he weeped himself quietly to sleep, a skill he'd soon learn to master with how frequently he got practice.

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Craig opened his eyes wearily and sat up on the plum-colored cushion behind him. A small glance at his surroundings made him remember the night before. He wanted to see if Tweek had awoken, but the makeshift bed belonging to the blonde on the couch was abandoned. 

Perhaps he's in the bathroom? Craig assumed. 

He pulled his blanket close and grabbed his phone to see his notifications for a bit. After a few moments of this, he began smelling a sweet aroma from the kitchen. It was a buttery cinnamon smell that peaked the ebony-haired boy's interest. Tweek's parents were already at the coffee shop, so it had to be Tweek cooking. He groggily stood up, placed his mobile device in his jean pocket—he was surprised he could stand wearing them all night—and ambled to the scrumptious smell's origin with the blanket on his shoulders like a cape.

Sure enough, Tweek was facing away from him in front of a pan of nearly finished french toast, with one plate being finished on the right of the stove. He heard his friend's footsteps and turned to him, flinching slightly.

"Hey—uh—morning Craig!" He stammered, struggling to make eye contact because of his attractive dark messy hair. 

"Morning Tweek," He replied, going further towards the stove. "This smells amazing." 

Tweek grinned bashfully. "I guess I'm pretty good at cooking." 

"Pretty good? Don't make me laugh."

A silent shrug from the blonde followed. 

". . .the movie was so good last night."

Craig's face lit up. "You were up the whole time? Great! You see why it's my favorite?"

"Yeah. Thought it was weird at first, but got better and better," The blonde said this as he placed the second meal on its plate and moved them next to each other on the kitchen's table. 

"Same for me the first time I saw it."

"Y-you take the first bite." Tweek insisted as the boys were now sitting down in front of the syrup-covered decadent toast. He cut a piece off one slice with his fork and tried it. He was quiet while he chewed. The suspense was killing Tweek, although it was only around 6 seconds. 

"I love this! It's so sweet, buttery, and perfectly toasted. . . you're a miracle worker." Craig exclaimed and gave his friend a shoulder hug. The blonde contagiously grinned against his will timidly; he was falling more and more in love by the minute. 

"Are you blushing?" The ebony-haired boy giggled. Tweek shook his head, covering his cheeks with a hand and admiring one of the planks of hardwood on the floor. 

"This shouldn't be that much of a surprise to you anyway! You're good at everything you do." his friend continued, slicing off another piece with his fork. The blonde's eyes widened with disbelief. Does he know or something?! I don't think he usually acts like this. Agh, it was a bad idea for him to stay over even. 

"Am I?"

Craig nodded profusely and began to elaborate: "Yep. Y'know, when I still lived here, you liked many sports, playing many instruments, aircraft figures, Legos, and racing with toy cars; you were great at all of them. Now you've got baking and coffee. . .drink crafting, and you're a natural at those hobbies too! So, just give yourself some credit once in a while, dude. You're really cool."

Lovesick Tweek stared at his untouched plate to avoid eye contact. He twiddled his thumbs underneath the table, he felt hot although he could've sworn it was freezing in his house not 2 minutes earlier, and, of course, his cheeks were the color of ripe strawberries. To further avoid responding to his friend's compliment, he stuffed a large cut of toast in his mouth and chewed slower than flowing molasses. The dark-haired boy picked up on this shy behavior and continued his meal as well.

After nearly a full 5 minutes, the blonde mumbled, "Thanks. . .uh- that just really caught me off guard but. . .in a good way. You're cool too. I'd listen to you explain the history of the entire galax- universe if you wanted." The two giggled at the thought of this happening.

"That sounds like fun. Speaking of the universe. . ." Craig began, "I found this planetarium up in Denver online and think we should go there for the day. . ." Tweek was desperate for a subject change, so he grinned and nodded profusely at this request. 

"Yes! So after we clean this up, we need to go to my hotel so I can change, it's not that far."

"Sure."

The ebony-haired boy stimmed gleefully before grabbing the two finished plates to wash before suiting up to leave. The blonde went upstairs to brush his teeth, but only after being caught longingly staring at Craig while he scrubbed their dishes. 

Tweek cursed himself in his head, angrily wondering why he couldn't act normal for 10 minutes around his stupid friend's stupidly attractive face. He washed his face with an ice-cold cloth to awaken himself because he was obviously still dreaming. He then stared at himself in the vanity, shaking and twitching over and over anxiously. He took deep breaths slowly like his therapist (and Craig) had taught him too to soothe the shudders. Next, before his ebony-haired friend could—realize his disappearance, Tweek headed downstairs to amble out the door with him together.

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The two were about to sleep over once more before Craig's departure in the morning. They'd have one last breakfast at a restaurant together with each of their parents and then the blue hat-wearer and his family would be on their way. They'd be back to their state, back to their city, back to work, back to school, back to their friends, and back to their normal lives. 

But Tweek was not ready this week to end.

His mind would be in a state of unrest forever wondering what could've been if he got over himself and confessed. He could feel the same way, but he also could never want to see him again. The possibilities were endless and it scared the blonde to the core. 

Now Tweek was hiding in his house's bathroom once again, early the morning of Craig's departure, convincing himself to admit his love before it was too late. With each of these attempts, his anxious brain just thought up another worst case scenario to fear. 

Tweek's breathing got more alarmed and worrisome by the second. He was losing more and more control, giving himself an asthma attack. His inhaler was in his nightstand drawer, how would he even make it there? He felt paralyzed to the fetal position he was in, his eyesight was useless because of the endless sobbing, and worst of all: Craig would have to see him like this. He was not getting up. He'd lie here forever until he went unconscious or something. That sounded fine to him. Soon however, his whole plan would be ruined. His worst nightmare came true. Someone knocked on the door.

The blonde couldn't bring himself to say anything, all he seemed to do was hyperventilate harder.

"Tweek! Are you okay?!" The voice from the other side of the door inquired. It was Craig, his usually sarcastic tone sounding far more concerned.

Fuck! Tweek shouted within his mind. His friend would have to see him like this. Just great.

"Breathe. . .I can't. . ." The panicked blonde managed to sputter out while sitting up.

"Yikes! Uh. . .I'll look around your room for your inhaler."

Tweek nodded, even though Craig couldn't even see it. 

His ebony-haired friend rushed to the water closet and next to Tweek fast once he found the medicine, although it felt like centuries to the blonde. His eyes widened as he hurried into the bathroom and was finally by Tweek's side. He then placed the inhaler on his friend's mouth and let go as the blonde's shaky hands took hold of it.

Tweek took a puff of it, still gasping for air uncontrollably.

"Breathe slowly." Craig advised softly. "I know you can do it. I'll even do it with you." The blonde nodded and puffed it once more, little by little getting in sync with the blue hat wearer. Two puffs later, his breathing was regular once more.

"T-Thanks. . ." Tweek sputtered, wiping his eyes before looking into Craig's with gratitude.

"Of course. . .so what happened?"

The blonde looked away, wondering how he'd explain this, but then decided to rip the bandage off before he could talk himself out of it.

". . .because I love you, Craig." 

The silence after Tweek muttered the five words was deafening, yet he didn't care. He couldn't care less. He was sick of letting fear run his life. Like he was just a pawn in a big game. He let himself lose control of it for far too long. He was ready to remove it from his life. It wasn't kind like his friends, loving like his family, it was annoying and frightening, he didn't need it running his entity anymore. If it was up to anxiety, he'd never tell Craig his feelings. They'd grow old and never know what could've been. Tweek couldn't let that happen. He'd never forgive himself for being so cowardly.

". . .you love me?" His friend repeated, not believing what he was hearing. The blonde breathed in and out slowly to calm himself. 

"More than anything. . .more than anyone. Ever since you were helping me with my stuttering and twitching as kids, I knew our connection was different. I couldn't admit it to myself at first, either. When you told me you were leaving South Park, I honestly saw it as kind of good. You weren't there to fall for. I didn't want another label on me, enough is wrong with me—"

"Take that back."

"And what if I don't? I have ADHD, some anxiety disorder, dysl—"

"Who ever said that was wrong?"

The distraught blonde scoffed, "Are you new here, Craig? Everyone! My family, my—"

Craig leaned in and kissed his cheek before he could get another negative word in. Tweek flinched as its delicate impact hit, astonished at what was happening. The ebony-haired boy ended the peck awkwardly to see if his friend was alright. He looked at Craig, then aimlessly across the room.

"Tweek?"

No response followed.

"Tweek. . .I meant that. I don't know how this is going to work, but it will. I. . .I have deep compassion for you too." He dorkily grinned.

The blonde sniffled. "You do. . ?"

"Never forget it."

The two embraced warmly, the burdens of their lifelong feelings drifting away and being seen in a new, passionate light.

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After months, months, and even more months of begging, Craig's parents decided to move back to their favorite little mountain town once more. Tweek was ecstatic and created a countdown ever since his friend told him fat in advance. After waiting 2 years, the two could finally date and not be another failed lost distance tragedy. They got to spend senior year together. Homecoming, prom, graduation; the overall best year of high school. And today was Craig's day of arrival, a week before school would begin.

Craig said he'd come over as soon as he got all his boxes in his room, around 5 o'clock in the evening. It was now 5:27 and the blonde was getting restless waiting for his arrival, sitting in the living room endlessly flipping television channels. He'd been spam messaging him too, but Craig was taunting and changing the subject.

At last, within the next minute, the doorbell rang. Tweek sprang up from the couch and dashed to the door. He then took a breather. He'd finally be reunited with his childhood friend, and they could finally be something more. Neither he or Craig had relationship experience, but they could discover it together—that was enough for Tweek.

The door creaked open.

Craig grinned profusely. "Hey—"

Tweek planted a peck on his cheek swiftly.

The two giggled, thinking about when they initially realized their attachment to one another.

"I can already tell I'll love it here. . .again." the blue hat-wearer said as he walked into Tweek's house. . .and heart.