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It was very cold that particular afternoon. The wind has always been strong in South Park, but today it felt even stronger, if that's possible. In fact, the world looked a little worse today, as Tweek thought.
“The world is punishing me.” Tweek rolled up the car window and covered his cold ears with his hands. It was very easy for him to catch a cold, so he had to do what he could to take care of his lousy immune system.
Craig laughed softly beside him, sending jolts of joy through Tweek's body, which he always did when he laughed. "Here, put it on." Craig said as he took off his hat and handed it to Tweek.
Tweek took it and put it on his head. The heat and scent of Craig's hair filled his thoughts.
There was something amazing about the way Craig treated Tweek. In general, Craig wasn't a nice person, sometimes it seemed like all he cared about was his guinea pig, but Tweek had a feeling that Craig cared about him too.
They've been friends since they got into a fight in 3rd grade. They sure have grown a lot since then, Craig has gotten taller and Tweek has started therapy, which has been really nice.
Tweek noticed how Craig was always soft and gentle with him. He was very soft, but only with him, and that thought was capable of making his toes curl. It felt so good knowing there was a part of Craig that no one else could see, a part that was only his.
"I guess I'm stressed out from college, it usually makes me sick." Tweek was playing with the strings on Craig's hood.
"Don't worry, we'll settle this tonight." Craig gave him a sweet, cheeky smile, like he always used to.
Oh, this is why the world is punishing me today, Tweek recalled.
He'd agreed to do something wrong tonight, and he thanked God his parents were living in another city, so they'd never be around to find out. This terrible weather was there to discipline him for sure.
"We're here." Craig said, parking the car in a free spot. "I'll text Kenny to come down here."
"I can't believe I agreed to do this."
"Yeah, I do." Craig said without taking his eyes off the phone.
"Do you also learn to manipulate people in your classes?"
"Nah, just physics." Once again, Craig gave Tweek that playful smile that never failed to make him nervous.
They were interrupted by a knock on the window. Kenny was a very nice boy, with long blond hair, a fun smile and crooked teeth. He also sold the cheapest weed in town.
"Wow, Craig and Tweek, what a pleasant surprise." Kenny gave them a smile.
"Hello, Kenny." Tweek said.
"The usual, 5g." Craig said, unconcerned.
There it was, that feeling that Craig became a different person. His quiet voice, his eyes, made it seem like he was a cold and uninterested person with everyone else, it was weird as fuck.
"Well, good afternoon to you too, Craig son of a bitch." Kenny said, passing a very small package to Craig and taking the money the other was offering.
"Don't smoke with that piece of ass Tweek." Kenny said, Craig flipped him the middle finger and started to close the window. "He's going to fuck up your life." He screamed.
"It's okay, thanks Kenny." Tweek yelled back.
When they arrived at Craig's apartment, Tweek felt that good feeling he always got there. He accidentally trained his brain to associate the place with peace, going there only when he had already done his work and had no other obligations.
"I'm going to take a shower before we smoke, okay Tweek?" Craig said, already taking off his pants.
"All good." Tweek said, looking away quickly. He lay down on the couch and picked up his cell phone. Looking through his contacts, he decided to send a message to his therapist, to warn her of what he was about to do and to ask if it would jeopardize his treatment.
Anxiety started to make his stomach hurt, so he lit a cigarette and started playing a farm game he was addicted to.
About 15 minutes later, Tweek heard the bathroom door open, followed by a nice smell of soap. Craig sat down on the couch next to Tweek, giving the blond boy a calm look.
His black hair was wet, touching his eyes, and that usually meant he was going to cut it off soon, which was a tragedy in Tweek's opinion.
"So are you sure about doing this?" Craig said, placing his hands on his bare legs, he was wearing a pair of looney tunes shorts.
"I mean, I'm a little nervous, but…" he looked away. "My therapist told me it wouldn't interfere with my treatment, and you said it would be fine, and I trust you..."
Craig smiled. "Okay, if you change your mind, say so."
Craig got up and went to his table, Tweek followed to learn the process. He took the weed and a small box of silk and started to do his work.
"You sure have some manual skills, don't you?"
"That's what the ladies say."
"What if we give up and smoke a cigarette?"
"You don't understand Tweek, this is better than cigarettes." Craig began to lick the silk. "It's like if you smoked five cigarettes and took a Ritalin."
"I do not know about that." Tweek sat down on the couch again and was soon followed by Craig. Craig lit the joint and took a drag, the sweet smell filling the room.
"So, I smoke like a cigarette?" Tweek asked.
"Yes, close to that." He took another drag. "But instead of pulling the smoke down, you pull it up."
"What the hell do you mean by that?"
"Like…" Craig turned to face Tweek. "You hold the smoke here..." He cupped the top of Tweek's neck gently with his free hand.
Craig's hands were big and warm, and he held Tweek's neck so lightly it made his stomach flutter.
"Okay, give it a try."
Tweek grips the joint between finger and thumb. He put it to his lips and inhaled, not taking long to realize that the amount of smoke was greater than cigarettes, which made him cough.
"That is fine." Craig said, placing a hand on Tweek's shoulder. "Take it easy."
As they smoked, Tweek definitely felt lighter. He stopped shaking his leg and the world seemed clear and simple. He glanced over at Craig to see the boy laying his head down on the back of the couch.
Tweek loved looking at Craig, his hair still wet, plastered to his tanned skin, with little drops of water falling on his lashes, his little brown freckles near his eyes, his pretty nose.
"Your pretty nose..."
"Want to take a photo?" Craig said, opening his - now red and small - eyes and looking at Tweek.
"I just, really like your nose, you know." Tweek said, and his voice sounded far away.
"So cute." Craig said, turning his whole body towards Tweek and looking at him with a playful expression. "You know what would be funny? If you drank so much coffee that you started growing a coffee tree in your belly."
"No." Tweek said, feeling a smile grow on his face. "That would be so silly." He covered his face with both hands to hide his laughter.
"You're high." Craig laughs. "There are two types of high people, you know."
"Which types?".
"The first one gets really loud, the second one gets quiet." Craig thought. "You are second."
"Oh, that's unfortunate." Tweek said. "I'd like to be loud and fun. I kind of hate being quiet and weird."
"You're not weird, Tweek." Craig looked him in the eye. "Actually, you're the best kind of person to be with."
"You think?"
"Yes." Craig looked very lost in thought. "I really like your personality... the way you see the world, it's like no one else does."
They were very close at this point. So close that Craig could see Tweek's blond eyelashes and chapped lips.
"You are such a good person, Tweek." He says. "Such a lovely person... God, I'm high as fuck."
"You could say that more often, you know."
"Of course, when you talk about having a huge crush on my nose."
"Not just your nose, I also have a soft spot for your Peruvian genes."
This made Craig laugh.
"What does that mean?"
Both were smiling. "I don't know." Tweek said, in a funny and desperate way. At this point, he didn't feel any signs of anxiety, which was a huge relief.
"Hey, let's get into my bed." Craig says, after they stop laughing.
The world seemed on delay as Tweek walked to Craig's room. He liked his room a lot because it had all those star projectors and that lava lamp.
He was going to freak out in there.
They lay in his bed, looking up at the stars on the ceiling.
"I've always wanted to see what you look like lying in my bed." Craig said, looking up at the stars. "But I never knew how to ask you to."
"Why is that?" Tweek said, lying on his side to face Craig.
"You... you're pretty, you know. I thought you could make my bed pretty."
It was dark in his room, but in the fluorescent starlight Tweek could see Craig blushing.
"Do you think I'm pretty?
"Everyone does."
"I don't care what everyone thinks." Tweek said, feeling his chest heat up. "I want to know what you think about me."
Craig turned to face Tweek, their faces were close together and it looked like Craig was analyzing Tweek's every facial feature. He looked at the eyes, nose, cheeks and stopped at the mouth, where he kept his eyes. Tweek felt like he was going to explode.
They've always been best friends, but that doesn't seem like enough. He wanted to hold his hand, go on dates, sleep in the same bed, kiss him.
He wanted to kiss him since 3rd grade.
"You are the best looking boy ever, Tweek." Craig's voice was giddy, he started to touch Tweek's hair with his hand, stroking the blond strands.
"I think…" Tweek said, cupping Craig's thin face with both hands. "I think I want..."
"Yes." Craig said. "You may…"
Tweek closed the space between them and touch Craig's warm lips with his cold ones. He opened his mouth and felt Craig's tongue slip in and tangle with his. It sends shivers down Tweek's spine, and he rolls over the dark-haired boy.
Craig's large, thin hands slipped under Tweek's shirt, sending shivers through Tweek's body and making the kiss more intense.
Tweek moved his hands to the back of Craig's neck, lightly tugging on the long dark strands.
Kissing while stoned was, certainly, an experience completely unlike any other Tweek had ever evidenced. Kissing his best friend tho, made the whole thing even more unique, as something that he had wanted for so many years.
One of Craig's hands reached down to squeeze Tweek's thigh, and the blonde moaned briefly at the act. When they broke apart, they kept their faces close, breathing deeply.
"I think I might have a crush on you." Craig said.
"I am not gay." Tweek replied.
"Yeah, no fuck." Craig laughed. "This was the best joint I ever smoked."
"I'm so happy." Tweek smiles and touches their noses. "I want to stay high forever, if it means we can kiss."
Craig smiled and pulled Tweek in for another kiss, this time more chaste and passionate.
"Craig..."
"Yeah, babe?"
"Do you mind if we order some food? I'm starving. I'm about to eat you."
Craig smiled. "Well, you have to take me to dinner first, sure."
(They ate, made out more and slept in the same bed, they lit another one in the morning too, and that's how simple life is.)