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Search History - Chapter 2

"Now, who can tell me why Hitler was a right bastard?"

"Aye, that is an opinion, not a fact!"

"Eric, for the love of god..."

Craig scraped his pen absentmindedly on a page in his notepad as Eric Cartman and the History teacher had it out. He couldn't care less about Cartman's nonstop arguments with the History teacher at the best of times, but this afternoon he was especially preoccupied.

Craig went over the sentence that flipped his day upside down for the umpteenth time in his head. 'Is it weird to be attracted to your best friend?' Just thinking the words made Craig's stomach churn. He pictured Tweek's shaking form and panicked expression once he realized Craig may have read the search entry, and Craig's mind flooded with guilt and confusion. He leaned back in his desk chair and unzipped his blue varsity jacket, staring at the ceiling. Was it warmer than usual in this classroom?

"Hey, uh, Craig, aren't you nervous?"

Craig snapped back to reality and turned towards the voice on his left. "Uhn?"

Butters wrung his hands together. "Well I mean, this argument is getting kinda outta hand I'd say."

Craig blinked at his other quirky blonde friend before turning his gaze to the front of the room. Cartman had begun threatening the History teacher with a stapler while giving the Nazi salute, the teacher warding him off with a binder.

"Oh," Craig commented in his monotone, nasally voice. "I hadn't really noticed."

"Shucks, what's on your mind, pal?" Butters asked, scratching behind his ear. He'd gotten his quiff redone at the barber's yesterday and gotten his neck nicked by a razor during the process. His parent's hated his hairstyles but he was rebelling against them these days.

"It's... I just..." Craig started, cursing himself under his breath for his uncharacteristic manner of speech. "Fuck it. I'm just confused about a friend is all."

Butters was the go to guy for everyone's problems in the school. He was trustworthy and non judgemental, everyone went to him for free counseling. He didn't seem to mind.

"Well, uh, why don't you talk to this friend about what's confusing you?" Butters asked.

"It's not really that simple..." Craig mumbled.

"Aye, you buttfucker! You better not write me a referral for anger management again!" Cartman raged at the front of the classroom, as the teacher cowered in fear holding a referral slip.

"It's too bad we can't all make snap decisions like Eric can, huh?" Butters commented, laughing nervously.

Craig raised an eyebrow. "Uh, right."

Butters frowned. "I'm sorry to see you so down, pal. Do you want me to talk to this person and help get this sorted out?"

Craig quickly shook his head. "No way, man. That'd just embarrass him- I mean, them- even more. This person means a lot to me, I don't wanna fuck anything up."

"Well shucks, Craig, if your friend is just embarrassed, just give 'em a pat on the back and tell them it's okay, and nothing's changed between you both!" Butters said cheerily. "You just want things back to normal, right? I mean, you like to keep things nice and simple, that's the Craig Tucker we all know and love."

Craig looked away, lost in thought. Butters did have a decent point, but the thing that was really bothering the dark haired boy was the burning question: had something changed? Could things just go back to normal? It was such a seemingly small thing, so why was it having such an effect on Craig? Tweek had been Craig's closest friend for years now. They'd both had short-term girlfriends come and go over the years, but the boys seemed happiest when they were single, and could hang out together unbothered. Craig suddenly allowed himself the thought of looking at Tweek in a romantic light, and immediately felt flooded with shame.

"Craig?" Butters asked, concern on his face.

"Oh, yeah, I guess you have a good point," Craig mumbled. "Thanks for the help, Butters."

"Anytime, buddy!" Butters replied cheerfully.

Craig sat forward in his desk again, staring disinterestedly at Cartman being escorted out of the room by a gym teacher. Why did he have to feel ashamed about thinking of Tweek in a more intimate way? Being gay wasn't as taboo in the small mountain town as it had been when they were kids, but he was certain that coming out while in high school would earn a person a swift ass kicking for at least a month. That's just the way kids were...

Craig slumped down in his desk chair. Why did thing suddenly have to become complicated? He didn't like complications. Nice and simple, why couldn't things just stay that way?

Is it weird to be attracted to your best friend?

Craig considered the question yet again. but instead of picturing Tweek's phone screen, he pictured the blonde sitting on his sofa, drinking coffee. He pictured Tweek laughing at a funny joke Craig had told him, his crooked smile and messy blonde hair. He pictured spotting the disheveled blonde standing at their shared locker at the end of a long school day, bringing color to an otherwise dull and boring day.

Is it weird to be attracted to your best friend?

"Craig?" Butters asked.

"Hm?" Craig murmured, turning to Butters once again.

"Are you feeling okay? Your face is all flushed."

Craig lifted a calloused hand to his face and felt the warmth of his skin. He sat up straight and smoothed his black hair out of his eyes.

"Oh, yeah. I was just... I'm fine. Thanks."

Butters smiled and turned back to his textbook.

Craig looked down at his desk and picked up his pen once again, tapping it against his notepad. He wasn't sure how to confront his best friend about the incriminating search history, but he needed to convey to Tweek that he was there for him, no matter what. He wasn't losing his best friend over something like this.

A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! Thanks for reading!