AUTHORS NOTE:Ok, first off, let me explain something.
In the last chapter at the beginning, Kenny recieved a message from Tweek that said "Thank you" and Kenny assumed it was because Tweek and Craig had hooked up or whatever. However, Tweek sent that message as he was on his way to Craig's house. He said "thank you" to Kenny for allowing to leave him all by himself.
Does that make sense? I hope so. I should have explained it more clearer in the story. Sorryyyyyyyyy!

Also, I don't like this chapter.
It feels rushed.
Oh well!
Moving on~

Tweek rushed through the cold towards Craigs house. If not for the icy sidewalks he would have been running. His thoughts and motions were panicky. His twitching had become worse as it always did when he was nervous or under pressure. He had no idea as to why Craig sounded so urgent over the phone. Whatever it was, it sounded important.

“Erg!! Cr-Craig!! What are you doing sitting outside?!” worry clenched Tweeks features as he called out to Craig who sat on his porch steps with only a tshirt and pants on.

Craig didn’t respond but hurried towards Tweek. The blonde released a surprised ‘GAH!’ as Craigs arms secured themselves around Tweeks neck in a hug. Tweek timidly reached his arms up to return the hug. They wrapped comfortably around Craig's back.

“Cr-Craig? Erg! Wha-whats wrong?” Tweek stammered, nervous by the unexpected intimacy.

“Th-Thomas…” Craig sniffled almost inaudibly against Tweeks shoulder.

Tweek felt his heart drop. He hated hearing Craig talk about Thomas. It only made him even more jealous, but, of course, he would never reveal this. Instead, he would continue on the charade of being a comforting friend.

“W-what about him?” Tweek responded, more venom in his voice than intended.

“He br-broke up w-with me…” Craig wailed, not bothering to maintain his manliness.

Tweeks heart skipped a beat. Excitement involuntarily washed through him.

“Cr-Craig…I’m so sorry,” he truly was sorry, though he couldn’t help but be a little happy, though he knew he still didn’t stand a chance. Craig would be heartbroken for ages. And they might even get back together.

“He’s g-going to England to live with his a-aunt and he said he didn’t wa-want a long distance relationship,” Craig continued to blubber.

Tweeks face fell. He had never once seen Craig like this. Not even when his favorite dog had been run over in the sixth grade. For a moment, Tweek forgot his feelings for Craig and truly became the sympathetic friend he felt he needed to be.

All he could manage to say was “Craig” repeatedly, rubbing his gloved hand comfortingly over Craigs back.

Tweek heard Craigs sniffles slowly come to a halt. He pulled away to observe Craigs face.

“Tweek, what do I do?”

He sounded so helpless, Tweek felt even more heartbroken than when the two had been together.

“Cr-Craig, I d-don’t think – MMF!” Tweeks words were stopped by a pair of lips covering his own.

Anger pulsing through him, Tweek shoved himself away from Craigs grip. If this wasn’t the current situation he would have gladly allowed Craig to continue on. But Craig was only using him as a stand-in for Thomas.

“Ergh! Shit Cr-Craig!” he cursed angrily, attempting to catch his breath, the cold air burning his dry throat.

“I th-thought you liked me, Tweek!” Craig words were filled with unnecessary anger.

“Why the hell did you th-think that?!” Tweeks anger was boiling to a point that he felt like punching Craig. Something he had never had the desire to do.

Craigh laughed, his voice in hysterics, “It's so obvious! Everyone can tell the way you are always clinging to me like that!”

Tweeks eyes widened, he felt tears begin to well up in his eyes. He fought to hold them back. Crying was the last thing he wanted Craig to see him doing at the moment.

“GAH! Cr-Craig you’re such a f-fucking asshole!” he turned on his heel and began running, though he was unsure of his destination.

He could hear Craig calling after him but didn’t stop as he continued down the slippery sidewalks, struggling not to fall.

“…aig. Craig! CRAIG!” Craig was startled ot of his stupor as he sat staring at the grooves of his desk.

He looked up to find Kenny standing before him. His eyebrows creased. This was definitely not the time for Kenny to be giving him shit.

“What do you want, McCormick?” he spat, though he kept his voice level.

“Where's Tweek? Didn’t he stay with you?” Kennys lip snarled at Craigs rude response.

“No, we had a fight. He's probably at home cryin or something,” Craig avoided the blondes accusing gaze.

“What the f-…What did you guys fight about?! He’s not AT his house, that’s why I asked you!” Kenny gripped the sides of Craigs desk, leveling his face with that of the raven haired boy.

Craig turned to Kenny, worry flashed through his features.

“He…he’s not at home?”

“No.”

Craig quickly stood from his seat, grabbing his jacket off the back of his chair.

“Where are you going?” Kenny demanded angrily following him out the door.

“To find him.”

“How the hell are you going to do that?!” Kenny struggled to keep up with Craigs hurried pace.

“I…don’t know,” Craig stumbled for a response as he came to a halt.

“Well, he’s turned his phone off,” Kenny informed him.

Craig turned on the blonde, his words becoming desperate, “Kenny, I didn’t mean to kiss him! I didn’t mean to be so mean to him! I just…”

“YOU KISSED HIM?!” Kennys anger quickly grew.

Then blonde stepped up to Craig. They were nearly equal in height, though Craig was a few inches taller. Kenny raised himself onto his toes so that he could be face to face with Craig.

“What. Did. You. DO?!”

Craig angrily shoved Kenny away from him, “Nothing! Well, not much…Thomas broke up with me because he’s moving. I called Tweek over so I could have someone to talk to. My temper got the best of me and I turned things on Tweek. I’ve known for a while that he’s liked me…I mean everyone knows. It’s pretty obvious. But anyways, I kissed him and he got mad at me for using him as a substitute for Thomas. That’s when he ran away from me.”

Kenny groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose as he’d seen Stan Marsh do countless times before.

“Craig, you’re an idiot. You have someone who REALLY likes you but he’s tried to keep it hidden from you for the sake of you and Thomas’ relationship. He comes to comfort you when his ‘rival’ breaks up with you…and then you do that to him? You’re really an asshole. I don’t know why he likes you.”

“I know and now I’ve hurt my best friend and I have no fucking idea where he’s at!!” Craig crouched down on the sidewalk, burying his head in his knees.

Kenny sighed, “I think I know where he went.”

“WHAT?! Where?!” Criag was immediately back on his feet.

“Recently he’s been debating on running away to Boulder so I’m guessing you sent him over the edge and that’s probably where he’s at now,” Kenny massaged his temple while glaring at Craig through slit eyes.

“But why would he want to run away?”

“If he wanted you to know, he would tell you. Don’t you think you should go find him?”

“Y-you’re not coming with me?”

“You got yourself into this mess, you have to get out of it. If he’s hurt though, I’ll kill you,” Kenny stated matter of factly pulling a cigarette from his parka.

Craig turned and began running towards the bus station.

“Thank you, Kenny!” he yelled as an afterthought over his shoulder.

Kenny waved a hand before turning back towards the school.

Craig reached the bus station huffing and out of breath. He quickly ordered a ticket to Boulder from a greasy looking man behind the glass ticket box.

He rushed towards where his bus would be arriving, silently praying that Tweek would be okay and easy to find.

Criag stepped off of the bus into the chill air of Boulder, Colorado. His eyes hastily gazed the surrounding area, hoping to find the messy haired blonde. Unfortunately, he was nowhere in sight. Craig cursed under his breath, making his way into the bus station with his hand tucked into his pockets.

“Excuse me, ma’am?” Craig addressed the woman working at the ticket counter.

She glanced rudely over the top of her glasses, “Yes?”

“Have you seen a boy about my age and a little shorter than me? He has messy blonde hair and he’s always…twitching,” Craig attempted to describe Tweek.

She raised a questioning eyebrow, “No I haven’t.”

Craigs face dropped, “Oh…alright. Thank you anyways.”

She didn’t respond but went back to reading a stack of paperwork on her messy desk. Craig stood for a moment looking around unsure of where to look next. His eyes rested on the mens bathroom sign bringing him to the realization that he REALLY had to piss. He swiftly made his way through the row of benches glancing at each one as he passed to check if Tweek was in one of them. He wasn’t.

Craig pushed the door of the bathroom open, walking over to the closest urinal. He cringed at the yellow and orange stains and the sour smell that floated unpleasantly to his nostrils. He finished quickly, washing his hands under the rusty faucets that lined the opposite wall.

He gazed over his appearance in the mirror. Heavy bags graced the underside of his eyes, while his hair stuck out wildly from beneath his hat.

An idea struck him. Over the summer, their band had played up here. While they were up here, they ended up stopping at a coffee shop because Tweek had forgotten his thermos. Craig rushed out of the bus station back into the cool outside air. He looked aoround to gather his bearings before taking off towards the coffee shop. It wasn’t much of a lead, if you could even call it that, but it was the only thing Craig currently had to go off of.

The downtown area was crowded, though it was only about ten in the morning. Craig examined the passerbys carefully, keeping an eye out for his missing friend. The familiar shop came into sight. Craig burst into a light jog, anticipation driving him.

A tiny bell raing as Craig threw open the door to the shop. A few people glanced up to observe the panting boy.

Craigs heart dropped as he realized Tweek was not in the shop. He fell heavily into the chair of a nearby empty table. Cursing silently to himself, he cradled his head in his hands, eyes closed as he tried to think of where else Tweek could possibly be.

“Craig?”

His head shot up at the mention of his name. Craigs face changed emotions nearly three times before he managed to give a response.

He brutaly pushed Tweek away from him, angry that he had left, “TWEEK WHY THE FUCK DID YOU LEAVE LIKE THAT?!”

Only seconds after, he pulled Tweek back towards him in a tight embrace, sobbing, though no tears were produced. He held the frail boy, though Tweek did not return the hug.

“Craig, what are you d-doing here?” Tweeks words were cold and slightly muffled against Craigs chest.

“You have every right to be mad at me, Tweek. I was an asshole and there's nothing to excuse that, but please! I’ll do anything for you to forgive me,” Craigs words came out a desperate plea as he continued to cling to Tweek.

They stood silent for a moment before Tweek spoke up, “Lets talk outside. The barista’s look angry.”

Craig allowed Tweek to take the lead, though he retained his grip on the boys’ wrist, lest he try to run away. Tweek led them to a nearby bench shaded by a small tree.

“Tweek, I…” Craig began but Tweek sharply cut his words short.

“Look, I'm s-sorry I ran away like that. I didn’t mean to put even more pressure on you while you’re going through a breakup. You didn’t have to come looking for me.”

“Tweek, will you SHUT UP and listen?! None of this is your fault! I was being irrational last night and I let the feelings get the best of me. You’re my best friend, Tweek, and I would hate to lose you over some idiotic thing I did when I wasn’t even thinking straight,” Craig tightened his grip on Tweeks thin wrist for emphasis.

Tweek stared dully at the fingers that wrapped around his appendage like a bracelet, “Is that all we’ll ever be? Just friends?”

“What? Tweek I-…I don’t know. That’s not something I can determine. Besides, me and Thomas just broke up. But I can honestly say that I’ve never been so scared as I was this morning when Kenny told me he didn’t know where you were either.”

“That’s only because you th-thought it was erg! Y-your fault,” Tweek protested.

“Well that was part of it, but I also thought that you may have done something stupid. Tweek i…I…ugh, I’m sorry Tweek. I’m sorry,” Craig repeated the chant a few times burying his face in his hands.

“Craig…” Tweeks solid features crumbled at the sight of his crush falling to pieces. He could feel warm tears streaming down his cheeks.

Craig looked up at the sound of his name to find the boy crying. He pulled Tweek towards him, embracing him for the second time that day. This time, however, Tweek returned the hug tenfold.

After a moment of listening to Tweeks quiet sobs Craig broke in, “Will you forgive me, Tweek?”

Tweek nodded his head against Craigs firm chest, earing a relieved smile from Craig.

“Have you had coffee today? You’re shaking up a storm,” Craig observed as Tweek rose back to a sititng position.

“No…I went in the coffee shop before I realized I had spent all my money on a bus ticket up here,” Tweek blushed, fidgeting with a string on his pajama pants.

Craig snickered when he realized Tweek was still in his PJs, “Seriously man? You ran away in your PJs?”

Tweek grinned, his lips twitching, “I didn’t have time to put on normal clothes!”

Craigh laughed, “Okay as part one of my makeup gift, I’ll buy you some coffee.”

He stood, holding out his hand for Tweek to grab onto. The blushing blonde timidly reached out for it, allowing himself to be led back into the shop by Craig.

END CH.7