This one's a bit more angsty and a bit short- I didn't wanna drag it on too far tho!

As Tweek began to wake up, he was immediately assaulted by sensations he wasn't used to: there was someone's arms around his waist, the bed didn't smell like his, the roar of snoring was in his ear... As his eyes shot open and he was too frozen to panic, the events of the night before quickly flooded back to him and kept him from screaming then and there. This slight peace of mind was torn away from him yet again when he realized Craig wasn't filling the spot next to him- not only that, but the limbs attached to his lower body were clearly not Craig's, either. The scream that he'd caught in his throat was now released and he jolted to the opposite end of the bed, staring wide-eyed in the direction of his captor.

"Dude, what the hell?" Clyde, who had been flung off of the bed during Tweek's panicked flailing, was now standing with his head cradled in his hand. Once again, the younger boy calmed down somewhat; Clyde snuggling him wasn't something that particularly worried him, considering he was straight and basically a big brother by this point. He was crawling back under the covers, clearly ready to resume his slumber, when the blond's worries spilled over.

"S-sorry- erk- dude, I didn't think you'd be clinging to me like that- but where's Craig?" Tweek could hardly form his apology before trying to discover where his raven-haired crush had gone. Clyde curled up to his blanket, which had somehow made its way over Tweek as well, before answering.

"He woke up a little while ago... It was his turn to make a Harbuck's run." He lazily rubbed the sleep from his eyes before adding, "... And lower the volume if you can, Tweekers, I really overdid it last night." The blond quickly nodded, having very little knowledge about alcohol but vaguely hearing about hangovers. Managing to lower his voice to a whisper, Tweek continued.

"Nnngh... You guys do this often...?" He wasn't trying to interrogate him, but he was genuinely curious. He'd spent a lot of time around Craig in the past weeks, but he'd never met this side of the raven. Clyde chuckled somewhat, his voice also in a whisper.

"Yeah... When we drink together, we usually spend the next day in bed, drinking coffee and watching old horror movies." Tweek seemed surprised for a moment before developing an intent sense of guilt. He was crashing Craig and Clyde's fun as best friends; he didn't belong here. He quickly removed himself from the blankets before attempting to escape from the bed. To his surprise, he felt a light tug at the hem of his shirt, and he turned to the brunette once again.

"H-hey, dude, where're you going? Are you leaving?" He actually seemed sort of upset about this. Tweek nervously tugged at his tie a little.

"Erk, um... This is you guys' thing, y'know? I-I don't wanna butt in..." He shrieked again as Clyde pulled him by the waist back to his spot on the bed.

"C'mon, man, don't leave...!" Tweek swore in his head a little. It wasn't that he didn't want to spend time with them, he just didn't want to be a burden- plus, he was starting to get nervous about seeing Craig again. What if he remembered what happened last night? As if on queue, the grumpy raven trudged into the room and slammed the door behind him with his leg, carrying a cup holder full of coffee and a paper bag. Clyde didn't let go of Tweek, offering a small wave to Craig. Seemingly ignoring everything else around him, he tossed the bag in Clyde and Tweek's direction before crawling back under the covers with the coffee in-hand.

"... I hope you don't mind, babe, but I got you the same thing I got... I wasn't sure what you'd want." Tweek smiled a little as Clyde released him and Craig curled an arm around him in the brunette's place. Taking the coffee handed to him, he sniffed it somewhat- peppermint, no surprise there.

"That's fine... It smells good." It was Craig's turn to smile now, and it made the blond's heart flutter. He didn't care at this moment if Craig was just putting on an affectionate show for Clyde, being held close as they enjoyed their coffee and bagels was a good way to start his morning. The raven was back to vaping, which calmed Tweek's worries from the night before on whether or not he would go back to smoking... The last thing he wanted to do was bring the night before up. Once he'd finished eating, Craig buried his face in Tweek's neck, clearly exhausted.

"What movie're we watching first, dude...?" His husky voice and warm breath against the blond's neck made him shutter somewhat. Craig seemed none the wiser. Clyde blindly reached to his dresser, revealing a remote and turning the TV on.

"... Something on Netflix?" The brunette was still facing the TV and scrolling through the 'Horror' list on Netflix, leading the raven to make an affirmative grunt in response. The entire day followed a set pattern. The volume of the movies were turned low to prevent further headaches for the hungover duo surrounding Tweek, and despite this every cheesy 'scary' moment of the film sent him hiding in Craig's chest. Tweek really didn't do well with horror films; however, he still thoroughly enjoyed the experience. He didn't care for a short time that their relationship was fake, because intimate moments like this were still real. He was being included.

It wasn't until evening, when Craig was walking Tweek home through the cold winter night, that the blond's worries came back full swing. The older boy had insisted on walking him home since he was too nauseous to feel like driving, and Tweek didn't put up a fight. It was then, as their hands were clasped together and their shivering bodies pressed shoulder-to-shoulder in an attempt to get warm, that the blond's stress couldn't be kept inside anymore.

"Nggh- Jesus, Craig, we need to t-talk." His volume was a few levels above what he intended, causing Craig to jolt to the side and glance at him. For a moment, Tweek thought he could see a very familiar panic flash across Craig's blue eyes.

"What is it, babe?" Tweek cringed- or, at least, what should've been a cringe and turned more into a twitch. The blond couldn't help the groan forming in his throat. In a much more hostile way than he intended, he continued.

"Agh- Wh-why do you call me that, dude?" By this time Tweek had freed his hand from Craig's now loose grasp. His lips were slightly parted in shock and he stared deeply into the blond's eyes, desperately searching for an answer as to why he was suddenly so agitated. This was bad- Tweek wasn't trying to be so aggressive, he just wanted answers. With a sigh, he tried his best to gather his thoughts before continuing.

"Look dude, I just... I don't get what's going on here, Craig. I thought we were pretending..." He finally managed to look back into the raven's eyes. Craig seemed to be caught more off-guard than Tweek had ever seen him... the blond, on the other hand, was shaking like a leaf. Neither were in the best shape. After a long moment of silence and Craig looking like he'd forgotten how to breathe, he finally spoke up.

"W-... We are, aren't we...?" The blond could feel his chest tighten painfully at those words as if he'd expected a different answer. Without thinking, he objected.

"D-dude, we've made out! Like, in private!" His ears were on fire while Craig's face was a foreign shade of pink. He looked absolutely chagrined.

"We were practicing, Tweek...!" Craig was beginning to get defensive in response to the blond's hostility. Also bad. This didn't stop Tweek's emotions, however, has he clenched his fist until his knuckles were white.

"G-goddamnit, dude, practicing for what? When you took me into the closet last night and stuck your tongue down my throat?" With that, Craig reverted to being at a loss for words. He clearly hadn't remembered the events of the night before until now. Seeing Craig's uncharacteristically red face caused Tweek to grow silent as well; his earlier anger had faded out to an empty feeling as he hugged himself, shuttering against the icy air of their quiet mountain town. "H-how do you feel about this, Craig...? How long were you wanting to keep this up?" He bit his lip to keep it from quivering as he watched the raven's lost expression.

"... You tell me first, Tweek." He could tell Craig already knew the answer, but he was still a little reluctant.

"... I don't want to pretend anymore, Craig... If we keep this up, it's gotta be real."

"... Give me some time to think about this, Tweek." The blond felt his heart drop even farther. He hadn't realized how strong his feelings toward Craig were until this moment and he really didn't know how to deal with them... But as usual, the raven had to play it logically. With a sigh, the blond continued.

"H-how long, Craig?" His voice was weak, empty. Craig took a deep breath before responding.

"... Three days, Tweek. Enough time to figure this out." The blond's eyes trailed down to the ground as Craig hesitantly approached him, draping his jacket around Tweek's frail shoulders. "... You can keep this until then." The blond didn't say anything, just nodding in response before turning on his heel and disappearing into the snowy night. He wasn't one to cry over things like Clyde was, but his emotions were beginning to choke him and tears began to sting his eyes. Once he reached his destination, he dropped down onto the porch and allowed himself to cry out all the emotions he'd felt for the past forty-eight hours, still covered in Craig's jacket.