---Tweek's pov---
I wake up again, and look at the clock again, 9:36 am. We're already late for school.
I look at Craig, and he's still sleeping.
Then, I remember what happened earlier, and I feel my face heat up again.
I tap Craig's shoulder again, "C-C-Craig..."
I go to tap him again when I hear him croak out, "What?"
"We're l-late for s-school and we n-need to leave," I say.
He opens his eyes and stares up at me.
"We'll just stay home..." he says, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me back down next to him, "Plus, I don't want to deal with that dick, McWhoremick."
I just stare at him as he closes his eyes and tries to go back to sleep. He doesn't remove his arm from my waist again.
"...D-Do you remember... e-earlier...?" I ask nervously.
He reopens his eyes, "What happened earlier," he says more than asks.
"N-Never mind. It's n-nothing."
"No, what happened?"
I look at Craig's face and feel my face get warmer.
---Craig's pov---
What's he even talking about?
I look at him and his face is faintly red. Is he thinking about that kiss...?
"...Is it about the kiss?" I asked.
He jumps slightly, and looks at me, "Y-Yeah..."
I roll my eyes, "It's no big deal, man."