Tweek and I arrive in the library before 'Craig', and grab a table that's the furthest away from the front desk. We sit beside each other, bags shoved under the desk and out of sight. Library rules.

Don't want anyone tripping, do we?

Yes, we do actually. Preferably, I want Clyde tripping and falling and smashing his face on the floor.

I'm a good friend, I cross my heart.

"Don't you think it's strange?" Tweek asks, rocking back on his chair. I watch the legs of said chair closely, telling them that if they slip and drop my Tweek I'll snap them.

"What's strange?" I ask, finally tearing away my gaze and facing him.

"How 'Craig' has the same name as you, the same hat as you, th-"

"It's not the same hat." I interrupt Tweek, earning myself a small glare. "My grandma made this one from scratch."

"Practically the same hat." Tweek tells me, tugging on the yellow strings attached to said hat. I swat his hands away, knowing that he could actually tug them free without trying. "Don't swat at me. I'm not a fly."

"Don't tug on my hat." I say simply, grinning at the blond. He scoffs, rolling his eyes.

"Fine. Anyway, it is strange, right?" He asks again, and I have to admit that it is.

"He even has the same hair colour as me." I reply.

"I saw it too. It's actually the same shade of 'emo black'." Tweek says, putting air quotations around the last two words. He nudges me, and I shake my head.

"The dye isn't called 'emo black'."

"Whatever." He stretches out the word, dropping his chair back onto four legs as he faces me, eyes shining. "What if I paid you to stop using the dye?"

"So that my ugly, natural hair colour will come back?"

"Blond hair isn't ugly." Tweek pouts, running a hand through his own hair.

"Well not on you, obviously." I smile at the pouting teen, leaning forward to brush my lips against his gently. "But on me, it's hideous."

"Because it makes you look like Laura." He teases, poking my arm again and again. I swat him away again, glaring.

"Don't even."

He laughs, the sound echoing in the library. It's followed by a harsh shush from the Liberian, and Tweek replies to her by sticking his tongue out. However, it's only when her back is turned. He wouldn't dare do something so childish while she could see him.

"We totally went off topic." Tweek comments, crossing his arms over the table and laying his head down in them. He looks up at me cutely, green eyes catching the light and shining. "I feel like I've seen 'Craig's' brown eyes before."

"Probably." I reply back, shifting my chair closer to his because I can. "Clyde has brown eyes, Token has brown eyes.. the list goes on."

"No! Specifically 'Craig's'." Tweek groans at my smart reply, glaring at me from his position on the table. "When he was looking at us by his locker, the gaze just.. felt so familiar."

I raise an eyebrow at his words. "I'm actually concerned, Tweek. Are you okay?"

"I don't know." Tweek replies with a grin. "I'm holding back the MCR reference."

"I'm glad you're being considerate."

"I also think I've seen him before." Tweek thinks aloud, sitting up slightly. His eyebrows knit together, nose scrunching in thought.

"Probably. We go to the same school."

"Stop with the smart replies before I kick your ass." He grumbles, nails dragging against the wooden table. I cringe, and he just grins at me, pressing his nails down harder. "I mean outside of school. From the corner of my eye perhaps."

Before I can actually reply to Tweek, I spy 'Craig' entering through the double doors. He's clasping a book to his chest with on hand, and gripping the strap of his messenger bag with the other. His hat flops over his eyes as he peers around, and without thinking he moves a hand to push it up. The thud of the book as it hits the floor has Tweek giggling, his green eyes trained on 'Craig'.

"He looks like a lost puppy." Tweek comments, and I can't help but agree. Tweek begins to wave frantically, probably hoping to catch 'Craig's attention as he moves away from me, leaving a space between us.

It works, and 'Craig' slowly makes his way over to the table. Enthusiastically, Tweek pats the empty chair. Cautiously, 'Craig' drops his bag and gently places his book down atop it. He slips into the empty chair, pulling it forward because Tweek had it weirdly far away from the desk.

"It wasn't that far out because I'm fat." Tweek tells 'Craig', giving him a serious look. I watch as brown eyes trail over Tweek's body, then quickly flicked up to catch his gaze.

"I know." 'Craig' says quietly, and Tweek smirks. As a blush quickly explodes in the short boy's cheeks, I find myself rolling my eyes at Tweek. He only gives me an innocent look.

"Should I remind you that you're dating somebody?" I grumble at Tweek, who gives me a look.

"Who the fuck said I was flirting?" However, he reaches his arm around 'Craig' to squeeze my shoulder affectionately, and I smile at him. "Anyway, 'Craig'," as we both look at him, he motions to the Craig that isn't me. "This one, pretend I'm not here."

And with that, he rocks back on his chair once more.

"Okay, 'Craig'." Easily, his attention slides from Tweek to me. He turns his back on the rocking blond, his brown eyes dragging over my face nervously. "The project is supposed to be a topic of our choice, for some strange reason."

"It's probably like a bonding thing." Tweek cuts in before 'Craig' can reply, "working with someone you wouldn't usually work with on a topic of their choice to get to know them."

"One, that wouldn't work because you're working with Wendyl, and two, we're supposed to be pretending you aren't here." With a simple flick of my wrist, I flip Tweek off and he glares at me.

"Fine."

"What would you want our topic to be about?" I ask 'Craig', who averts his gaze and shrugs.

"I'm fine with anything you want to do." He tells me, "I'll even do the whole thing if you want."

The sound of the legs of Tweek's chair hitting the floor is harsh and loud. Both of our gazes turn to the blond, who's holding a finger in my direction. "Na-uh Craig Tucker, you're not having him do everything like you've done with everyone else."

"'Na-uh'? Who are you?" I ask, horror clear on my face.

"I don't even know to be completely honest." Tweek grins, and a small giggle erupts from the boy between us.

It's cute. Horribly, disgustingly cute.

"I wasn't even going to have him do everything, anyway." I grumble, and Tweek hums.

"Better not."

****

Its been around twenty minutes, but 'Craig' and I still haven't picked a topic. Most discussions that even come close to a decision are always interrupted by Tweek. That then leads to a full blown conversation between the three of us about whatever it was Tweek interrupted.

It's strange, but it seems we both get along with 'Craig' really well. After he's gotten comfortable, there's no awkward pauses for something to talk about. There's also no small talk or anything that could possibly be painful to sit through.

"This is a-annoying." 'Craig' complains, a slight stutter in his voice. His cheeks dust pink as he lets his head fall into crossed arms.

"You didn't have the stutter before." I easily observe, giving 'Craig' a strange look.

"I know." His response is muffled, and I watch in confusion as his shoulders suddenly tense, then relax.

What the fuck happened to him all of a sudden?

"'Craig'? What's wrong?"

"Noth-ING!" He squeaks suddenly, jumping up from the table and swatting wildly at Tweek. His cheeks are no longer dusted pink, but blaze fierce and red.

"Tweek.. what the fuck did you do?"

"Uh.." Tweek laughs as he dodges flying hands, suddenly lashing out and taking a hold of 'Craig's' wrists. His touch is gentle. "I swear down, I've done nothing."

"Liar!" 'Craig' squeaks, hands going limp in Tweek's hold. They fall slowly to his lap, and that's when Tweek releases him. "He's been touching my thigh."

"Jesus, Tweek." I groan, giving my boyfriend a look. "That's sexual assault. You can actually go to jail for that."

"It's not assault if they like it." Tweek teases, smirking at me and then at the blushing boy beside him. "You like it, right?"

'Craig' is silent as Tweek nudges him suggestively, and I sigh.

"Behave yourself, or I'll send you out." I scold Tweek playfully, and he sticks his tongue out at me.

"I.. don't mind." 'Craig' squeaks quickly, then pulls his hat down over his eyes.

"Holy fuck, you're so adorable." Tweek complains, "it's not fair."

"It really isn't." I grin at Tweek and then 'Craig', only to realise he can't see me. With a sharp sigh, I take his hands and remove them from the brim of his hat. Gently, I lift up the fabric so I can see his brown eyes once more.

I find my fingertips lingering on him, but swiftly ignore it.

"You're both embarrassing me." 'Craig' whispers to himself, and Tweek laughs to himself.

"It's so fun though." He drags out the last word, and I lean over 'Craig' to press a finger to his lips.

"Shut up," I tell him, only to hastily add "please" at the glare thrown my way. "We have a project topic to decide on."

Softly, Tweek's lips brush against my finger. I flush as I retract my hand and Tweek grins.

"Just do some shit about space." Tweek suggests, falling back into his chair.

"I've done Space as a project before." I tell him.

"We actually talked about doing it in the last twenty minutes, Tweek." 'Craig' reminds the blond, who 'oh's loudly only to be violently shushed by the librarian once more.

"You haven't done aliens though." 'Tweek suggests another topic, only for me to raise an eyebrow. He begins to elaborate. "You could easily do a PowerPoint on whether aliens exist or not. There's a ton of conspiracy theories you could use."

Liking the sound of the idea, I nod. 'Craig' doesn't seem to object, nodding also and offering Tweek a cute smile.

"We're going to need a computer though." I groan, "curse this damn library for not having fucking computers."

"My dad doesn't want anyone but him and my mum on the computer." Tweek informs us with a flick of his hand as he admires his nails. "He's convinced anyone under the age of forty only uses the internet for porn."

"That's definitely false. My dad's around fifty and his search history is fucking disgusting." 'Craig' grumbles, and I give him a look.

"So you have a computer." He nods slowly, and I sling an arm around his shoulder. "Next time, we're meeting at your house."

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Lols

I low-key ship 'Craig', Craig and Tweek