---Tweek's pov---

It's just a kiss.

It's just a kiss.

It's just a kiss.

Why does that bother me so much?! I reach up and grip hair tightly and pull it.

Why did he have to say that?!

Did he know it would bother me? Did he use it to distract me so he could kill me while I'm not paying attention? Oh God, what if he's watching me right now?

"Tweek, what the fuck are you doing?"

"GAH!" I shout and jump away. I stare at Craig in the door way, holding a cup of coffee and a bowl of popcorn.

"I left for five seconds. Did you decide what you wanted to watch?"

Oh Jesus, I was supposed to choose a movie and I didn't and now Craig is going to be mad at me and he won't want to be friends with me and-

"I'll choose something."

Thank God.

Craig picks a movie and puts it in the DVD player and turns to me, "Here's your coffee, Tweekers."

I graciously accepted the offered coffee cup as Craig sat down next to me and popped a piece of popcorn into his mouth.

I leaned next to him, and his arm wrapped around my shoulders.

That's a normal thing friends do... Right?