About a month after the mistake I had made in Junior High involving Tweek, Token and Clyde had attempted to get us to make up by setting a similar trap - except back then they made it so we were all hanging out at the mall. Like this time, I hadn't realized Tweek would be tagging along as well so it was a big shock when I saw him. I had made a hissy fit during that time, flipped everything and everyone off, and went directly home. This time, those same emotions were beginning to well up inside of me.

Clyde's ungodly loud cheering interrupted my thoughts and I glanced over to him. It seems that because of my distraction with Tweek, he had ended up winning the game - which he shouldn't be happy about since I had to literally do nothing in order for him to beat me, but whatever.

"Dude!" Tweek exclaimed, obviously caught off guard by seeing me there as well. He turned to Token. "I -ACK- thought you said just u-us guys.."

"Craig's a guy too," Token responded with a shrug, tossing me a bag of chips and a water bottle.

"Yeah! You guys are gonna make up whether you like it or not!" Clyde said after taking a huge bite of the burrito that Token had warmed up for him.

"I thought we were done with this," I chimed in, standing up now and getting ready to leave.

"No!" Clyde exclaimed, jumping to his feet. Token sighed.

"Look, Clyde and I have watched you two try to hate each other for years and it's never worked," Token attempted to explain. "We all know Craig's a dick and he messes up, Tweek."

"Yeah, stop being such a douche!" cried Clyde. I flipped him off which made him pout and turn away.

Tweek was all fidgety and nervous in the corner of the room and I watched as he stared at his feet. It looked like he was about to cry but maybe he was already crying - I couldn't really see his face. I turned my attention back to Token who was rolling his eyes at Clyde.

"Craig, don't you think Tweek deserves an explanation?" Token said finally.

"It's none of your business," I said to Token before grabbing my stuff and heading toward the door.

"It's Tweek's business!" Clyde interrupted. I stopped and stared at the door, unsure of what to say. As much as I hated to admit it, Clyde was right. It was Tweek's business because it involved him in every way possible.

"Tweek, do you want anything to eat or drink?" asked Token after a moment of silence.

"Ugh - I'll have c-coffee..." muttered Tweek.

"Come on, Clyde," Token said as he headed toward the door so he could go and get Tweek his coffee.

"What! It doesn't take two people to make coffee!" he complained. Token gave him a look, which resulted in a dramatic sigh from Clyde and after a moment of silent bickering they walked passed me and out of the room.

Throwing my belongings back to the floor, I turned to face Tweek. He was standing next to the open window by now, staring out into the streets awkwardly. It looked like he was debating on whether or not to just jump out into the rose bush below in an attempt to kill himself.

A small sigh escaped my lips when he didn't say anything and I took a seat on Token's bed, staring at the TV screen which was telling me to select my character. I glanced to Tweek and then back to the TV.

"Come here," I said, picking up my controller and skimming through the characters. Tweek reluctantly took a seat next to me and I handed him a controller.

So in silence, the two of us started beating each other up. Over video games, of course. It reminded me of grade school when Cartman and them got us to fight. We didn't really know each other too well but that night in the hospital was when we got to know each other a little bit. It was.. nice. Weird to think about how if it weren't for Cartman then Tweek and I would never have grown so close. Maybe it would have been better that way - then we wouldn't be in this mess.

"Are they saying anything?!" I could hear Clyde's muffled voice from the other side of the door.

"Idiot," muttered Token.

"THAT WAS UNCALLED FOR!"

A few seconds later the door swung open to reveal Token with a mug of coffee and Clyde, rubbing the back of his head and glaring at the floor.

"You guys were seriously listening in?" I didn't take my eyes off the screen.

"Token hit me!" Clyde pointed to Token and completely ignored my question, "Craig, go beat him up!"

"Do your own dirty work," I muttered. Eventually, the time on the game ran out and I had won by default since I had more health than Tweek. I sighed and threw the remote in Clyde's direction before watching as Tweek replaced his own controller with the mug of coffee.

The tension in the room was horrid. It was awkwardly silent, the only noise being Tweek sipping on his coffee and Clyde groaning about how Token was a cheater. We took turns - it always ended up being me against Tweek and Token against Clyde. By the time the sun crawled down the horizon the intensity of the aura grew less, well, intense. It was a bit more relaxed and before I knew it we were actually talking.

"H-how do you- GAH -fight like that!" Tweek frowned at the screen that stated I won.

"Mash buttons!" Clyde told Tweek, taking the controller from him.

"Don't listen to him, he sucks," Token said.

"Combos," I informed Tweek. I knew most of the combos.

"You n-need to teach me," Tweek frowned, finishing up his third cup of coffee. I flipped him off and he twitched but wasn't as scared as he was the last time I did so. "Ngh, can I go make another cup?"

"Go for it," Token responded, beating the shit out of Clyde.

With that, Tweek stood up and left the room with his empty mug. I stared at the door where you could no longer see him and then sighed, standing up.

"Where are you going?" Clyde asked.

"Bathroom," I said.

I walked into the bathroom, like I said I would, and glared at my reflection. A small sigh escaped my lips before splashing my face with cold water. I needed to come to my senses. When that didn't work I dried my skin and turned off the light before walking out of the bathroom and down the stares. My feet carried me into the kitchen where I could see Tweek playing with the seemingly endless coffee creamers that Token had.

"Hey," I said, walking over and leaning against the counter.

"ACK!" Tweek screeched, jumping up and turning toward me. He seemed to relax slightly after seeing that it was only me but his eyes seemed to be carefully guarded, "O-oh.. Hi Craig." He turned back to his coffee.

"I wanted friends," I said after a moment of silence. He paused but didn't look at me.

"Y-you already had friends," he told me and then went back to what he was doing.

"I know that. I just.." I sighed. This was the most emotion I've shown to anyone and all because of Tweek Tweak. What has my life come to? "I wanted people to accept me."

"I wasn't - ngh - good enough?!" Tweek spun to face me, pure hatred spread across his face.

Why did this feel like some sort of lovers spat out of a chick flick?

I swallowed my pride and looked away from him, "Tweek, I'm sorry. I was stupid."

"Yeah, you are," I could just feel him staring at me, "sorry's n-not gonna cut it, Craig."

After that was said and done he took his coffee and headed downstairs, leaving me to wallow in self pity and guilt.

It wasn't until later that night, at around three thirty in the morning when Token and Clyde had already fallen asleep, when Tweek and I had another 'honest' conversation.

He was looking between his bag and one of Token's drawers. The only reason I was still awake was because a marathon of Red Racer happened to be playing that night and I didn't really want to miss it. I know it's childish to still be into such silly cartoons but it's an addicting show. Anyway, I had noticed Tweek seemed to be waiting for something so I decided to verbalize my thoughts in the nicest way possible.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked.

"I-I'm guarding the underpants," he told me, not taking his eyes away from his bag. He seemed much more focused on keeping his own boxers safe rather than Token's.

"You seriously still believe in that?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"They're real!" Tweek defended, "J-just for that, I'm not k-keeping an eye on your bag!"

"Dude, go to bed," I said.

"These gnomes are-are killing me, man!" Tweek whisper/shouted, grabbing at his hair and staring at his bag with wide eyes. After a moment of watching him freak out, I sighed and gave in.

"Come here," I told him.

"Wh-what?!" He exclaimed. I stared at him with a carefully blank expression. He hesitated but crawled over to my spot on the floor and sat down next to me, "What do you - erk -want?"

"Watch Red Racer with me," I told him.

"Wh-why?" Tweek looked from me to the television screen.

"It gets boring when I watch it alone," I lied. I just wanted him to calm the fuck down.

He didn't look like he believed me but he stayed silent and glued his eyes to the screen anyway. I was actually surprised that he hadn't woken the other two up considering how loud he was even if he was attempting to stay quiet.

Eventually, I think it was around five in the morning, I passed out from exhaustion and didn't wake up until a little after noon when something hit my shoulder.

"Ugh," I grumbled, opening my eyes. The light was blinding me and I buried my face in the carpet below to get away from such annoying radiance.

"Dude, it's the afternoon! Get the hell up already!" it was Clyde's voice. What a wonderful way to start my morning off.

I sat up and scratched my head, then realized my hat must've fallen off in my sleep. I glanced next to me and grabbed my hat, placing it on my messy head. I noticed Tweek standing in the corner drinking from the same mug he was yesterday.

"Did you sleep at all, Tweekers?" I asked, getting to my feet.

"I - GAH - slept a little bit!" He told me.

"You two friendly again?" Token asked, somewhat shocked.

Before Tweek could undoubtedly respond with a 'no' I replied first, "Yeah."

Another lie. It seems like I've been lying quite a bit lately.

The four of us spent the rest of that day hanging out and playing video games. We didn't really leave Token's house to go out anywhere. We were just being couch potatoes. Eventually, though, we all had to go our separate ways and Clyde waved to all of us before running in the direction of his house. I flipped his running figure off.

"See you guys later," Token said, shutting the door. I gave the closed door my finger and turned to Tweek. From Token's house we had to go the same direction before heading down separate streets.

"W-was I a bad friend?" Tweek asked halfway to his stop.

"No," I responded without looking at him. Silence.

We continued to walk in silence until we passed his street, where he inevitably turned down.

"See you tomorrow," I waved and he stared at me, looking like he wanted to say something really bad. He kept his mouth shout and walked away.

It wasn't until I got home and unpacked my bag that I realized my spare boxers were missing.