Clyde's words linger, like an unshakable pain or fever. I want to rid myself from the truthful statement but yet I cannot.

Craig's return to me is no longer a start for a celebration but the finish line, I don't want to celebrate his return, I just need to talk.

I wish that I had all the answers to every question, I truly believe and feel that what Clyde said was true and that is the first step to finally being me, because I am a stranger to even myself. I became the very thing I despised.

I am the epitome of everything I hate, I am selfish, sarcastic and a narcissist. Perhaps it was the harsh words of a friend to show me the true path towards what I need.

"Hey, I thought you were gonna meet me at the airport," Craig laughs walking into my room dropping his bags on the floor breaking me from the self-induced trance. He moves towards where I currently reside, veering out the window at the passing cars and drifting snow.

"I... needed to think before you came," I say still looking out the glass pane.

"Is everything alright? You know I haven't had anything for days and I'm kind of thirsty if ya get what I mean," He replies wrapping his strong arms around me and pulling me from the window and onto my nicely made bed.

I giggle slightly but push him off, "Not now Craig, this is serious I have really been thinking."

"What about?" He finally asks sitting up and staring at me with a dead ass, stone cold face.

I breathe in deeply and ask a simple question, "Have I changed?"

Craig stares blankly at me for a few seconds before saying, "As in?"

"Like since we were fake dating till now?"

"I can't say I understand, your still the Tweek I remember," Craig laughs carefully placing his hand on my shoulder.

"Am I though? I feel like an... like an impostor," I say trying to explain the current feelings swirling around my cerebral cortex.

He looks perplexed and pulls me into a hug, "You shouldn't feel like that, you are still the sweet and loveable Tweek I can't keep out of my mind." Craig says softly before kissing me lightly on my forehead.

"Thanks Craig."

"It's okay babe, where did all this come from?" He asks.

"Clyde said something, don't worry about it," I reply.

"What else did he say?" Craig asks with a slightly more stern tone and demeanour, I look up at him and gulp before saying.

"He said you cheated on me, back when we were fake dating, which I am fine with by the way and then he said I'm just another you and shit," I say with a shrug.

"What's wrong with me?" He asks kind of hurt.

"That's what I said! But I think he was just angry because I think he likes Jack and I might've told Jack that I cheated on him with Kenny," I laugh.

"YOU WHAT!!!" Craig yells before breaking out into laughter, he tackles me down again and leers over me with a devilish smile.

"Did he have a bigger dick than me?" He asks seriously before retracting his question, "Actually don't tell me, I don't want to know."

"Like I would tell you pfft," I remark.

He starts to play with my hair before leaning down and kiss me, I kiss him back and one thing leads to another...

One hour later...

"Wanna order in?" Craig asks as his hand is wrapped around me, I agree instantly and he stands to get his phone from his bag. He starts tapping on the screen and a small voice echoes in my mind and won't go away, the voice speaks in a tongue I am unaware of but it lingers like the fucking plague.

The mangled sentences in my mind become clear and Clydes voice replaces the old one with words of "wisdom" or utter pain, depends on how you perceive his messages. The voice reminds me of earlier today, the heartbreak, the tears and pain I felt walking out of Jack's house. I still remember Jack's face, twisted in agony as it turned red and glistening tears slide down his cheeks, a look of disgust soon followed and it never left until I left.

I look to Craig and many more questions float around awaiting to be plucked out of my mind and be asked, before I could ask one of the burning questions Craig interrupts my train of thought, "How are you feeling now? Do you still feel like an impostor?"

I glance down at my naked body and sigh deeply, "I... I have no idea what I am doing to be fair, before when I asked you if I had changed and you said I was still the Tweek you remember but... I don't think you are right on that, I have changed and not for the better." I said with non-existent eye contact.

Craig put down his phone and cupped my chin, "I don't care if you have changed because to me, you are still the same."

"No. That's not... I care that I changed, I wanted to be the bad boy just for the slightest chance you would actually notice me and now that I have you I have been wondering if it was really worth it all," I say, I shake my head and push his hand away from my face.

Craig's white t-shirt draped over his shoulder and undone torn jeans on the verge of falling down steady themselves as he sits down next to me, his solemn look nearly sends me into a mental breakdown but I stay strong and return the look.

"Do you regret being with me?" Craig simply asks, looking away as if ashamed even to ask.

"Never, I have loved being with you," I state telling the entire truth, it was true though wasn't it?

"If that's true then tell me what is wrong, what can I do to make you feel happier with me, what is solution to this problem Tweek, please tell me!" Craig pleads, tears pricking the corner of his sapphire eyes.

"There is nothing you can do... this is something I have to do on my own," I say with a newly found confidence.

"What does that entail? For us I mean?"

"I think we need a break... I need to find myself cause at the moment, I'm not me..." I say wrapping my arms around him, "I'm sorry Craig but I need to get better and become a better person."

"It's okay Tweek, I understand..."