***a/n Smut warning!!***
It was awkward between the two boys, to say the least.
Tweek's mom had come home, both arms full of groceries forcing her to kick the door closed behind her and waking up Craig upstairs. He had been dreaming of the last time Tweek slept over at his house. The day before the picture he was holding was taken. Tweek had always had a weird side to him, the way he was defensive at all times or how he was the only friend he had that had to take his own jar of instant coffee to every sleep over. Craig always blamed the oddities on the coffee, surely someone that drank that much coffee had to be little nuts. Nonetheless,Tweek was his best friend and as he sat on the top bunk reading comics, Craig couldn't help but to look over to the smaller boy sleeping across from him with a sense of pride. No one understood Tweek and it really bothered him that no one else could see how special he really was. The way he could understand him without needing any explanations, or the way his hair seemed to glow in the limited light of his lap. Maybe it was the way he snored ever so slightly and mumbled as dreams took over his peaceful rest.
Craig went back to reading his comic book but quickly finding that it was no longer possible because of how Tweek filled his every thought. He felt movement beside him and before he could process what was happening Tweek was rolling over the edge with a good six feet to the floor. Craig threw the comic aside and grabbed at Tweek's waist but his efforts were in vain because he too was falling with no one else to pulled them both back up. This was so familiar to him like it had happened before, but it was different in a way. The floor was no longer smooth and wooden but rather a raging ocean with waves that could kill them both. He knew it was a dream now but it did nothing to slow his heart down or to keep him from panicking because he knew that he would not be able to save Tweek. Tweek was slipping faster now and his arms were growing tired, tears ran down Craig's face as he felt his friend falling. Tweek feel and was quickly engulfed by the water below as Craig could only look down and sob at the loss of his best friend that he loved a little more than friends.
The sudden jolt of Craig's arm awoken Tweek, which fell off the bed towards Craig with his face nearly in the older boys crotch. Tweek scrambled up to his feet and looked down at Craig, then at his crotch and finally to the picture in his hand.
It was now five minutes since Tweek's mom had gotten home, they both were still motionless and beet red at what had happened. Craig secretly loved how Tweek's head fell near his cock. The warmth of Tweek's breath through the thick denim of his pants made him gasp. He knew that Tweek had enjoyed it as well. It was the reason why they had stopped being friends, How could Tweek just overnight fall in love with him and expect him to feel the same? He wasn't a faggot. There were times however that made him doubt his stance on his sexuality. Like when he saw Tweek shirtless in the locker room at school, or when he would lightly nibble on his thumbnail. Oh, what Craig would do to be Tweek's right thumbnail. His face grew warmer and his jeans tighter as he thought about what he would to Tweek. HE shook his head at the thought got up and placed the picture back to its rightful spot before running out of the room and leaving the house. It was best if he kept those thoughts buried deep, no one can know that he like Tweek in that way. His father was right he,Craig Tucker, is not a faggot.
Tweek stood there for God knows how long staring at where Craig was sitting. He had been so nice to him by taking care oh him and his stupid habit of falling off the bed had ruined it. What if this time he and Craig could have finally started to be friends again? Tweek knew that he had messed up the first time by proclaiming his love to Craig but he really missed his best friend. Sure there was Wendy but that was different. She didn't understand him like Craig did, Wendy was more of a mother type friend and Craig was more, just more. His dark hair that fell beneath his blue beanie, the raspy-nasal voice and the way he always seemed so protective of him. It was close to impossible to not fall in love with him and Tweek did.
