sorry for the lack of updates! I was on the other side of the country for a while.

So here, I kinda just wrote...I dunno. you decide! I promise I'm trying to make it worth reading!

Chapter Four

Craig decided to duck in the bathroom to check on his eyes. They were killing him from not being able to duck away and hydrate the contacts. Much to Kyle's displeasure, he went alone and said he'd catch up. Once he got in there however, an angry looking twin was standing waiting. Stan grabbed the other boy and slammed him up against the door.

"The fuck are you playing at?!" He screeched. The other raven haired boy merely smirked.

"I dunno what you're talking about."

"You know damn well what I'm talking about, stop playing dumb."

The wannabee emo started to laugh. Stan glared and waited for an explanation. "Ohhhhh, so you found out? That's funny. Really funny."

"It's not fucking funny. Did you want to do this just to crack onto my best friend?" Stan knew if the answer went to a yes, it was on right there.

"Does it matter what my intentions are?" Craig grabbed Stan's wrist and flicked him away. "Look, there is no way I'm gonna hit on your best friend while looking like you. That's not why I did it. I did this to see things from your perspective. So far it's not too bad."

"So you say. You should be lavishing on your side. It's amazing not being the centre of attention and having bimbos throwing themselves on you simply because you play football." Stan realized how mad he was getting at himself, and shook his head furiously. "Just, if you lay one of your creepy fingers on him, so help me god…"

"Stan? You've been in there a while, you ok?" A muffled voice could be heard. Both boys froze.

"H-have I? I'm fine Ky, I'll just be a minute longer!" Craig said and grabbed Stan's wrists in a panic. He tugged and pulled him into the nearby cubicle and shut the door behind him.

"The fuck dude?" Stan said, frowning. "Why are we both hiding?"

"Kyle thinks we're like, a secret thing." He said with a bit of disgust. "I figure if we hide here and he comes in, I can walk out with him and you won't be seen."

"What the actual…what…" Stan spluttered. "Why would he think that?!"

Craig shrugged. "Either way he was totally jealous when he was grilling me for info." He kept and ear to the door, and heard it creak open. He held a finger to his lips, and sure enough, the Red head in question had shuffled in.

"Stan? Dude seriously, it's been fifteen minutes. Not even Bebe needs that time to doll up for class." Kyle's voice echoed as feet went past the closed cubicle. Craig gave Stan a salute, before opening the door just enough to slip out.

"Sorry, had to wash my face. Then decided I needed to go." Craig gave a coy smile. "Just gotta wash my hands, alright?"

Kyle nodded, and walked back out. Craig took the time to finally place drops in his eye and run his hands under the water before banging on the cubicle door as he walked out. Stan waited for a few seconds, before sliding out of his hiding place and slinking out of the bathroom.

No one noticed.

Craig and Kyle walked back to Stan's house after school to study. Now this is where it would get interesting; were the rumours true or were they just really close friends?

Craig had already mapped out Stan's room from the previous encounter, and had been given a list of things to do when family sprung up. Craig had done the same for Stan, and ensured that this afternoon that all family and friends weren't around the house so Stan could "study". It was falling very easily into place as Craig unlocked the door and dumped his bag. Kicking off the sneakers he was given and let his coat slip off his arms to fall to the floor. He turned to see Kyle tutting and hanging his coat up on the rack. Shoes placed neatly underneath, and he began to tidy Craig's mess. Just as Stan had told him would happen. He rolled his eyes with a smile before heading to the kitchen.

"Want a drink?" He asked and nodded with a smile in the fridge as the predicted answer of water followed. He pretty much knew Kyle's routine without even experiencing it. "Kay, wanna drag the bags up to my room? Be there in a sec!"

A muffled reply was given, and he heard his backpack being dragged up the staircase. He took the time to pull his lens case out and takes his contacts out for a bit. His eyes felt so dry, but he knew that he'd just have to grin and bear it just a bit longer. He had long since prepared glasses and snack food, but clattered around so it didn't seem suspicious like the bathroom incident. A few seconds and his brown eyes were back to blue, and he clambered up the staircase with a tray.

As predicted, Kyle was sitting on the round rug with everything sprawled out in front of him. Craig smiled and placed the tray down before upturning his own bag. Kyle frowned at the books being mistreated.

"Really? Did you need to do that?" He said impatiently. Craig grinned.

"Course I did, everyone knows the good stuff is at the bottom of every bag." Now this is where he may come undone; Stan's bag. He hadn't thought to ask what crap the guy carried around with him. If Kyle noticed, he certainly didn't show it.

"Ah, yes but of course." A simple eyeroll and the freckled nose was pointed downward to the sheet near his knee. Craig started going through all of Stan's stuff, looking for something that looked like it was appropriate for the occasion. He couldn't find anything.

"You know what? I don't feel like studying." Kyle stated calmly, and leant on his hands and knees. Craig froze, seeing a sly grin on Kyle's face. Was he seriously going to…?

"Y-you don't?" He stammered, watching the red head crawl over. He said nor did anything as Kyle grabbed his shoulders and pushed him onto the floor before straddling his lap. Wrists were clamped down to the rug.

"No…I found something better to do." His grin turned to a frown. "You can cut the crap Tucker, I know it's you."

Craig stiffened under Kyle, not knowing whether to deny it or just spit it out. He chose the former. "Kyle? What the hell…"

"Oh please, whose idea did you think this was?" He gave a devious smirk. "Surely you didn't think your friends would think of anything this weird without someone pissing in their ear? Mind you, you had me going for a bit there. Clever boys."

"Alright, so you got us." Craig dropped the voice masking and his expression formed to his usual frown. "What do you want now?"

"I want in on this." He stated, leaning down slightly. "Since I thought of it, I want to be the one to call the shots."

"Such as?"

"If anyone else finds out, you both shout everyone drinks at Raisins. If you can keep it up til the end of your bargain, I pay for it."

"So I tell Stan or will you do the honours?"

Kyle's smirk grew, and even Craig had admit, it was a bit scary. He leant in so close their noses were pressed together. "That's the funnier side, he won't know I know. It'll be…" He leant down to Craig's ear. "Our little secret."

Craig finally felt his limbs again and as gently as possible flipped Kyle on his back. He flipped his legs around the Jew's and clamped them in as tightly as he could, and flicked his wrists around to pin the red head to the ground. Kyle's mouth was agape and he struggled to get lose, but Craig smirked and kept his stance firm.

"Well, since you know a secret of mine, I think you have to tell me one of yours." Craig kept his gaze firm on Kyle's freckles. "You and Marsh; what's the truth?"

Kyle finally gave up struggling and just stared. "Rumours? False. There's nothing other than friendship there. We're more like brothers than anything."

Craig let go and sat back with a nod as Kyle leant up on his elbows. "Right answer. So, shall we get back to this stupid assignment?"

"Sure thing…Stan."