"HONEY..." craig said trying to grab the boy's attention from the driver's seat of the old dark blue used ford car. the blonde boy was sitting in the passenger's seat of craig's car that he got last year. it used to be all broken and now was moving and working smoothly thanks to all the alterations and fixes craig had done to it. tweek remembered all of that since last year was lovingly remembered as the year of sitting in craig's garage watching him work on the car while he finished up on homework or while playing animal crossing on his pink 3ds as they both listened to music on an old radio that craig's dad had. often some emo music or a soft alternative song that tweek found calming, or an indie band that craig had just found or some old rock bands that craig enjoyed.

tweek quickly looks up at him, tilting his head "hmm?" he hums, asking the older male without using any words to see what was wrong.

"put your seatbelt on well, we don't want you getting hurt, don't we?" craig said, and tweek quickly nodded, doing exactly what he was told, smiling up at craig when he finished buckling up.

craig smiles back, starting the car, relishing how good the cars engine sounds, like a roar of some sort, he soon started driving towards the school not paying much attention to tweek, who was turning on the radio and searching through the glove compartment for any cd's he liked but slipping his free hand to rest on tweek's soft silky thigh.

craig often finds himself wondering how the hell tweek's skin was so soft and delicate, he felt as if he was touching a bird's feather or the petal of a flower when he touched tweek.

tweek's cheek heated up as he felt craig's huge rough hand on his thigh and moved slightly wanting it to reach higher as he put on the latest album he found of tame impala and quickly tweek started humming and singing along to the fourth song called 'yes i'm changing'.

craig felt his cheek heat up as well as his hands hitched slightly under tweek's skirt, touching the insides of his pudgy soft thigh and moving it back to the blonde's knees causing the younger boy to whine. "w-why did y-you move your hand?" tweek whines, moving his hips slightly to get him to touch him there again and pouts like a spoiled little kid asking why he couldn't eat all of the candies gathered in halloween.

"y-you shouldn't let anyone touch you there or anywhere under your skirt baby, if they do, tell me straight away, okay?" craig tells him quickly, his breath getting caught in the beginning as he heard the whine and saw tweek's pretty pink lips in a childish pout.

tweek blushes at what he said and put his hands on top of craig's "but i like it when you touch me there, my wolf" he whines "i like it when you touch me anywhere" he continues on making craig's cheek get tinted the color of a rose.

sometimes craig thought that tweek knew what he was doing to him but deep down he knew that wasn't right and didn't fit in with his innocent friend. "i always get little butterflies in my belly, they normally don't bother me, but it makes me feel all warm" tweek mumbles continuing on talking before turning around and looking at craig's face, tweek's green eyes widened as he saw how red craig's face seemed to have gotten.

"o-oh my! are you feeling o-okay? aghh! i need to check your t-temperature, since you might be getting a fever! oh no! what if you're sick with something deadly!! agh! what if you die! this is definitely the government's fault!!" tweek asks starting to panic again while putting his hand on craig's forehead, his voice trembling and stuttering out the words with difficulty. he hated seeing his friend sick and it always made him anxious and nervous since he always wanted to take care of craig and never be alone without his wolf.

craig bites his lip feeling tweek touch his forehead and he nods. "calm down angel...shhh..." he whispers in a soft voice hating how panicked the smaller of the two had gotten. "i'm fine, i don't feel bad or anything, i swear, i don't have a fever, darling, just got a bit flustered, that's all".

tweek's breath slows down and starts taking deep breaths, in and out, as he oftentimes did when he has too much anxiety, which craig had taught him how to do in sixth grade.

craig smiles as he finally parts ways and looks at the school entrance "looks like we entered hell, my hummingbird" he says his attitude already becoming grumpy and stern making tweek let out a giggle after his breath.

"s-school isn't hell craig! you're s-so s-silly!" tweek says rolling his eyes and giggling at craig's childishness, school also already affecting him by making him more nervous and anxious, his stuttering and the bad habit of muttering and babbling coming out. tweek didn't exactly love school but he never understood craig's rebellious attitude, even after all the times craig spent ranting about his hatred of the institution. it made even less sense to tweek knowing craig was one of the top students, especially in math.

craig parks the car where he parked it every day they had school and smiles looking at tweek's happy face. "if you say so, baby" he says not believing him but not wanting to roll his eyes at the pretty male he was facing. "anyways time to get out of the car" craig walks out of his car and goes to tweek's side, opening the door for him and looking over him as tweek jumps out excitedly, his skirt flowing slightly with the action.

craig looks attentively at tweek as they start walking through the school and towards the lockers, tweek clinging to his arms. sadly tweek's and craig's lockers weren't next to each other's, craig's being next to his close friend clyde and tweek being next to a light-blonde boy that tweek was friends with named butters. craig smiles as tweek kisses his cheek as a parting sign, telling him that he wanted to go alone and talk with butters for a while. craig nodded at him and sent him on his way while he walked towards his own locker. he was quickly interrupted from his peace, though.

"craig! my man! my bro!" clyde screamed excitedly like a child while running over, his famous bomber jacket on, with another one of his friends behind, a tall black-skinned boy named token wearing a stylish and expensive-looking sweater, and surprisingly stan, a boy that craig didn't particularly get along with.

craig felt arms wrap around his chest, engaging him in a hug, and as quickly as he noticed he pushed his friend off of him coldly. "get off me, dumbass" he mumbled. his chubby friend rolled his eyes at the action and his tone. craig spoke out first "what's he doing here?" his tone came out threateningly rough looking at stan and asking the male that was pouting and whining below him.

"if i was tweek you wouldn't have pushed me off!!" clyde pouted as he huffed angrily at craig, yelping like an annoying pomeranian. craig rolled his eyes at how stupid his friend was but didn't talk back since that was the truth. he would never push tweek off of himself. "oh and my dear craigory, stan is here to talk about football practice!" clyde said with a wide smile towards stan and hitting craig in the back "now be nice craig because i'm leaving with token to talk to bebe~" he said his voice becoming rushed and his eyes almost forming heart shapes as he ran towards a group of girls. a blonde one talking in the middle of it and token ran behind him protecting the other jock. craig rolled his eyes as he looked at stan.

stan was at least one centimeter shorter than him but he was still surprisingly tall with black hair similar to his, sometimes people got confused telling them apart, even tweek said they were identical, however, he didn't see the similarities.

the silence was uncomfortable as stan looked up at craig and tried to get some words to come out of his mouth but couldn't and craig just looked at him uninterested.

"look if you're not gonna tell me anything about football, i'm leaving" craig warned him, making stan quickly say "no! wait! i lied!...". craig looked at him weirded out, and raised his brow at that. "i don't have anything to say about football, i just really need your help..." stan said sounding almost weak which made craig stay and look at him. damn his helpful side and damn being aware of people's feelings. he could never leave someone that was struggling. 

"okay..." he says his eyes narrowing in disbelief as he thought of something he could help stan with, nothing comes to mind.

"take your time" he found himself telling him without noticing and stan let out a breath he seemed to have been holding and then looked at him.

"...i think i'm gay or at least a bit gay" he mutters and craig eyes widened in surprise, how the fuck was he supposed to help with that? and why was he telling him that to him specially? he hated stan for fucks sake! he was like his rival! "i mean i wanted to ask you since you're like gay and shit, and i really wanna ask a boy out..." stan carries on talking.

craig looked at him with a brow raised, surprised, and out of words before he quickly corrected stan "sorry but i'm not gay, man" he says awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck while stan looked at him not believing him and taking it as a joke. stan chuckles almost bursting out laughing with tears, smiling at him while patting craig's back, where clyde just had previously hit craig making him let out a grunt.

"it wasn't a joke," craig said dead serious.

stan looked up at him confused, like a fish out of water with his mouth gaping. he raised his brow "wait? what about you and tweek? he goes to every single one of your games, wears your shirts and jackets literally every time, and kisses your cheek after every game...he sits on your lap every day at lunch and everything, as well as how you protect him...man, he even goes around wearing just your hoodies sometimes, just them...is that... not gay?" he says getting even more confused at how blinded or normalized craig seemed to be about the relationship he had with tweek. "fuck man, you're literally a different person when you're with him, and may I say a better person, really, you're scary without him, dude"

"we're just friends," craig said sternly "childhood friends, and you should really mind your own business and not pay so much attention to what tweek is doing or wearing, dude," craig said now with a much deeper voice and a glare. stan would be lying if he said he didn't feel like he was going to piss his pants or burst into laughter at how protective craig got of his so-called 'friend'.

"is that being just friends to you? do you also do that with clyde or token?" stan asks not knowing how the hell craig didn't realize how in love he was with tweek "are they also your 'pretty little hummingbird'?" he says again teasing him and fluttering his lashes, pushing his chest up like a girl.

craig holds his tongue between his teeth as he glares at him and punches his locker "stan, i have no idea what you wanna get out of me, but you're really pissing me off right now," he growls lowly and starts walking closer to stan "so unless you want me to beat you up, fuck off, if you're even thinking about you being gay then you probably are, stop speaking to me, i could honestly care less if you wanna get some ass or most possibly get fucked there"

stan moves slightly away, gulping and sweating as he hears the bell ring for class "...i'm just saying your friendship is weird, man. and i just need your help with a boy"

craig glares at him more intensely starting to walk closer and closer to stan, pushing him out of his way and onto a locker "and i'm just saying i don't know how to help you with your boy problem because i'm. not. fucking. gay" he mutters to him getting his fist way too close to stan's face while he pinned him onto the locker with the other hand. just about when craig was going to punch stan and stan was ready to kick the other male, a sweet voice could be heard echoing through the hallway.

"c-craig! craig!" tweek calls out to him as he rushes through the hallway to get to him. stopping dead in his track as he saw craig and stan "what-t are you doing?" he asks with a raised eyebrow and a threatening voice, chiding craig,  startling craig and making him drop stan from his hold into the ground after hearing the soft melodic voice of his friend. "tweek! baby!" he says putting on an innocent smile that even tweek rolls his eyes at.

"a-are you okay-y, stan?" tweek asks in a more anxious but equally as sweet voice, ignoring what craig just said. he kneels a bit towards the floor to ask that the boy be left on the ground, stan nods at him with a smile towards the nice boy, and tweek helps him up, offering his much smaller hand to the jock. stan winks at tweek mumbling a little "thank you, my strong savior" and tweek flushed bright red. craig rolled his eyes at that and grabbed tweek's hand quickly after, not wanting stan to be in contact with tweek any longer.

"i'm taking you to class," craig says making it clear it wasn't a suggestion, and tweek nods not before waving bye to a very weirded out stan that stared at their intertwined hands as they started to walk to class. craig looked back at stan and shot him a glare as he covered tweek's ass with his hand just in case stan was watching.

just friends my ass, stan thought.

they had a special kind of friendship, a friendship where it just so happened not to be friendship.

a "friendship" where holding hands as they walked the halls was an everyday thing, where shy kisses, bites, and pecks on the cheeks were placed, where sleeping together was a habit, a "friendship" that made them both crazy for each other, soul-touching soul when they were able to hold each other close, which happened surprisingly frequently.

but clearly, it wasn't friendship, it was even more.