A/N: Okay. So this is the last chapter of the story, but I'm probably going to make an extra chapter about what happens afterwards. It feels so weird to be almost done with this! But I want to give a HUGE thank-you to all my awesome and lovely reviewers. I consider you to be friends now. I LOVE YOU ALL. –cries-

Well, enjoy!

So Tweek confessed. He told Craig everything, from swallowing one pill, to eavesdropping, to accidentally stepping on one of Craig's shoes sometime when they were still in South Park. He felt so terrible about everything, he just wanted to curl up in Craig's arms and cry.

So he did.

"Hey, Tweek, calm down…" Craig soothed. "Shh… It's okay, It's okay. I'm not mad."

"Why not?" Tweek asked, tears running down his cheeks. "Why… why not? I'm so… I'm terrible… Nnngh!" Craig blinked, looking up as if to find some answer. After a moment, he simply said, "I don't know, Tweek. I guess I just forgive you." Tweek clung to Craig tightly. "I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry…"

"Shut up. I know," Craig replied. "And you should be. You could have just waited and asked to join in, you know."

Tweek nodded. "I know… I feel terrible…"

Craig nodded, kissing his cheek slowly and gently. "It's okay," he said again. "Don't worry about it."

Suddenly, something clicked in Tweek's head. "Hey... Craig?" he asked. "What were you going to tell me before?"

Craig blinked. He'd almost forgotten in all the emotion. "Oh…" he muttered. "Right. Well… I wanted to show you how much you mean to me." He kissed Tweek again gently, getting up and stepping back a little. He took his shirt off slowly, wondering if this really was a good idea. He threw the shirt to the ground, sighing. The scars from when they were younger were all there, on his arms and chest at wrists. Tweek blinked. "Oh, God…" he whispered, eye rapidly twitching. "Craig… I know about the scars… I'm sorry…" a fresh set of tears were welling up in Tweek's eyes. Craig shook his head. "It's not these," he said. He stepped back over to Tweek, kneeling down and facing away from him. "It's these."

All over his back there were scars. Some large, some small, all at different angles. "What… Craig… What happened?" Tweek asked in horror. "What happened?!"

"When… when we were thirteen…" He began slowly. "And started actually going out… I told my dad that I was gay. And for you… and that we were seeing each other." He sighed deeply. "I remember it so clearly… I'd just fed Stripe, and Mom and Dad were watching TV together in the living room. With that crystal vase over there on the mantle…" He shuddered, feeling a tear slide down his cheek. Taking a deep breath to compose himself, he continued on. "Anyway… I went up to them and asked if I could say tell them something. Mom had agreed, and I told them that they had to promise not to be mad at me or freak out."

Tweek stopped him. "Craig… I…"

"Wait," he said, cutting Tweek off. "I'm not done."


"So… I confessed. I told them that I was homosexual, and that I was in love with you for a long time, and that we'd finally started to go out. Mom seemed to accept it. She hugged me and said, 'Oh, Craig, that's great.' But I saw in her eyes she was disappointed. So I looked at Dad… I trusted him. But he… he was so mad…" Craig began shaking violently, sobbing. Tweek wrapped his arms around him gently, whispering soothing things in his ear. Craig sniffed, still shaking. He continued on in a low voice, "He started to yell at me. Saying things like, 'My son is not a faggot! He is not queer!'

"I remember I was shaking in fear. I'd never seen him so angry… His eyes… they were on fire. I thought for the first time I'd seen pure hatred and loathing. I couldn't breathe. Mom started to yell at him, but he hit her out of the way, telling her to shut up. I started to cry… 'Don't hit her!' I yelled. I don't know what happened next, except that he flipped me off. I think I did the same, but I'm not sure…" He took another deep, shaky breath. "I thought he was going to hit me, so I started to run away. But he reached over to the mantle and grabbed that Crystal vase and… and…" He threw his hands up, clutching onto his head as if in protection. He was reliving the memory in all its horror… not even able to tell it wasn't really happening. He whimpered softly. Tweek was also crying now. I wish I'd never done this to him! He screamed at himself. It's all my fault Craig is like this! I did it… it's my fault…He knew it. He should have never let his bad luck streak affect someone else… especially Craig.

"He… he threw the vase," Craig said. "He threw it! At me! And… it hit my back… I cried out. It hurt me so much… I remember falling on the ground. Blood was everywhere… all over my clothes, the floor, my skin and hands…" He sighed. "Then Mom ran over and hugged me… she yelled at Dad and called the hospital. I think I passed out after that." He nodded, finished. He swallowed hard, waiting for Tweek to say something. "Is that… Is that why these scars are here?"

"Yeah," Craig replied. "It's also why I got kicked out of my home for my own safety and moved in with Clyde."

"I never knew that," Tweek said. "I just thought you went to his house all the time…"

"I did," Craig said, still crying. "Because I basically lived there. Clyde's parents were great for taking me in."

Tweek blinked. Something didn't fit. "Then… how did you come here?"

"After that whole ordeal when I almost killed myself because we broke up…" Craig started, "You told me your parents thought I was dangerous, so they were sending you away. Remember? I got all the details outta you."


"So I went to Clyde's mom and asked her to pay for me to go too. I promised her that I'd pay her back for everything she and Clyde and his dad did for me…" He continued to sob, grabbing on to Tweek and nuzzling the blonde's chest. "Just so we wouldn't be apart. She knew about us… And thought it was touching… and she knew I loved you that much. I still do." Tweek smiled gently, bringing Craig up to look into his eyes. "I love you too, Craig," he said, brining their lips together and kissing him passionately. The two of them melted into the kiss, running their tongues around each other's mouths, running hands through each other's hair, and all around loving each other and kissing like their lives depended on it.

Tweek was the first to come away, eyes shining. It felt like their very first kiss all over again. Noth of them were still silently crying, but they each thought that the other was the most gorgeous thing in the world. "Tweek…" Craig whispered. "Will you take me back? Please?"

"Of course," Tweek replied, kissing him again quickly. "Of course I will. I love you."

They just looked into each other's eyes, swimming in the glee of the moment. Nothing could spoil the moment.

All their secrets had been exposed to each other.

Everything was okay.

Everything would be okay.

Because they had each other's trust.

Their trust, and their love.

A/N: Such a cheesy ending, but it's fluffy and cute. Please review. –cries- I'm so glad you've stuck around to read my story! Also, if you want the next chapter, please say so! –gives out cookies-

Till next time,