---Craig's pov---

I woke up and got ready for school. I hate Mondays. I groggily got up and started walking to the bus stop.

On my way to the bus stop I see Tweek frantically leaving his house, looking like more of mess than he normally does.

I walk over to him, and he doesn't seem to notice me yet.

I walk up next to his stairs as he tries shakily to button his shirt. I stare at his chest as he stands there trying to button his shirt.

Why didn't he just button his shirt inside his house?

"Tweek?" His head immediately shoots up and he spins towards me, his shirt still fully open.

He starts to stutter on about something, but I'm too busy staring at his pale chest.

"C-Craig?" I hear him ask, I look up to his face with a 'hm,' "W-Why are you s-staring at me like th-that?" He asks awkwardly shifting.

His face gets red and I feel my face heat up a little bit, "Uh... Do you need help?" I ask motioning to his shirt.

"N-No! I can do I-it!" He shouts turning away from me, once again struggling to button it.

Then, after a few minutes of standing there in silence he spins around, the shirt miss buttoned and off by two and more than four buttons not buttoned.

I stared at his shirt then looked at his face, you have to be kidding me.