[Chayden]

In the car, Tweek wailed. We – Kenny and I – had shoved him into the back seat and scrambled into the front before he had time to protest, and now I could barely feel my shoulders.

...Or my eardrums, but that's beside the point.

Kenny drove like a fucking maniac. He was speeding and swerving, and the only reason that we didn't get pulled over was because he had decided that dirt roads were more fun to drive on.

[Chayden]

He was whooping, and Tweek was screaming, one big, wordless thing that was probably the closest I had heard to profanity from him in a while. I just held my head as best as I could with the death grip he had on my shoulders.

"...Think he'll be a bit quieter when he's high?" I grumbled under my breath. "Kenny!"

[Chayden]

He shot me a sidelong glare, pouting at the interruption of his excited celebration. "Whaaaat?"

"I'm already fucking hungry."

His eyes had gone back to the road, but his grin was still huge. "Dude. I have the best shit EVER."

[Chayden]

"...Doritos?"

"Nope."

"...Cheetos?"

"No, dude, that's all too predictable!" Kenny swung a wide turn, skidding into a clearing and leaving some pretty gnarly tire tracks while he was at it. He switched to park ceremoniously and turned to face me. "No. I have flavor-ice."

[Chayden]

At that, Tweek let go. "F-flavor-ice?"

"Fuck yeah, man! Y'know... Those ice pop things. Cheap as fuck. Awesome as fuck. The works."

[Chayden]

I wasn't convinced.

"Whatever, Craig. Me 'n Tweek will just share them all if you don't want any."

I punched him. Just a little one, but a punch, all the same.

[Chayden]

"Okay, okay, pissy. I'll go get the cooler – you roll up the windows, or something. Make yourself useful."

I twisted to look at Tweek as Kenny left. He was marginally calmer now, and staring at me with those wide eyes of his.

[Chayden]

I didn't know if he'd ever been high before, but I didn't find myself caring much, either.

I just hoped that he was a horny stoner.

"Things to know: Kenny does it one joint at a time, and you're not allowed to open the door or the window once we've lit it." Suddenly, something occurred to me, and I leaned across the separator and stick shift to yell out of Kenny's door. "Hey, McCormick! D'you have spare clothes?"

[Chayden]

He came shuffling back around slowly, holding the cooler with two hands between his knees like it fucking weighed a million pounds. "Maybe a shirt or two, if we're lucky. I'd suggest just taking off whatever you don't want to get smoked up."

Of course, the bastard had to add a wink and a waggle of the tongue to that last bit.

"...'Kay. But now's not the time to go all mother hen, Kenny."

[Chayden]

I was referring to the wounds that Tweek and I sported; with his intuition, Kenny had probably already figured out that my spazz cut, too, and I didn't want him ruining the smoking mood.

I stripped callously, pulling my sweater and tee over my head like it was nothing. Kenny was doing the same, but he didn't stop there; the pants were coming off, too. Even with the heater on, it was a tit bit nipply in there...

A little action would fix that, for sure.

[Chayden]

We shoved our clothes in the cooler in place of the half-frozen pops we had dumped on the back seat and fixed our eyes on the only boy still clothed. Tweek shuddered, looking unsure of himself.

My cue!

"Well, if you can't get out of those clothes yourself..."

In place of the protests I had been expecting, I got silence.

[Chayden]

Tweek scooted forward and held his arms up to me expectantly.

"What's this?" I faked ignorance. Just how far would that little shit go?

"...Youdoit. Y-you help."

[Chayden]

I shared a smirk with Kenny before squeezing through the gap in the seats to sit beside him. My stomach clenched when I felt the iciness of the pops through my pants, but it was a pain that I was willing to suffer if this went where I thought it was going.

"What do you want me to do, Tweek?"

His face was a pout of frustration and confusion already, and I reveled in it. "T-take it off."

[Chayden]

"Whaa?"

His eyebrows creased even deeper, and now he shook his head as he spoke, exasperated. "F-fucking take my shirt off for me!"

I couldn't help the smile that spread over my face. I leaned forward and put a finger under his chin, lifting his face close to mine. "Take it easy, Tweekers."

[Chayden]

He blinked, unwilling to acknowledge my request. He still moved smoothly under my grasp as I readjusted his position and reached for his zipper. I pulled it down as slowly as I could without taking my eyes from his. His lower lip was trembling ever so slightly... I could only imagine the aneurysm Kenny was giving himself, resisting the temptation to break the hormonal stupor we were sinking into.