Tweek Shouldn't Wear Stan's Hat (Or Anyone's Hat For That Matter)

"Aaaaaaah!" Tweek screamed when cold water was accidentally aimed at his face.

It was chemistry class, and someone stupid mistakenly knocked over the fire needed to boil the solution. The fire fell onto the lab paper for data recording and took over one lap space for a group of four. The teacher, Mr. Yetis, was quick (probably because this happened a lot) and grabbed the emergency fire hose. "Get away!" he shouted, aiming the hose at the fire. Everybody ran off to the other side of the room except for Tweek because he was panicking over the fire.

"Wh-what?!" he shouted in confusion, standing really close to the fire, but Mr. Yetis had already turned on the hose. Tweek screamed when cold water hit his face before Stan, one of his chemistry classmates and sometimes lab partner, grabbed him by the arm and yanked him to where everyone else was.

The entire class was let out of the period early while Mr. Yetis went to deal with the damage. Tweek was wet from the shoulders up, and water was dripping from his messy blond hair. He shivered as the cold air surrounded him, hugging himself as he trembled because he always did and from the cold. "Come on, Tweek," Stan said, pulling the spaz towards the lockers.

Being one of the football players of Park County High, no one would question Stan whenever he was in the locker because all the athletes and sport teams needed to go to the lockers multiple times a day, whether it was to put things away or change or talk to one of the coaches. From his locker, Stan pulled out a fresh towel and threw it at Tweek. "Gah! Th-thanks, St-ngh-Stan," Tweek said, rubbing his head roughly to dry himself off. He did so for a few minutes before he thought he was finished. "Th-thanks. Ngh."

"No problem, Tweek," Stan said, shoving the towel back into his locker. "Your hair's still damp."

"I-I-It's fine. It'll d-dry -gah- so-sooner or lat-later."

Stan shook his head, taking off his hat. He placed it on Tweek's head before the spaz could say anything. It was rare to see Stan's head of black locks. Tweek was going to refuse, but Stan stopped him with a smile. "It's cool, Tweek," he said. "Just wear it until your hair dries up. It's winter right now and really cold. You'll catch a cold. You can give it back after school."

Tweek hesitantly nodded. "Th-thanks, St-Stan. Yo-you're -ngh- a go-good fri-fri-ngh-friend."

Stan laughed, and they both left the lockers, going to their next respective class. It was at lunchtime that Tweek regret not giving Stan back his hat from the beginning when a quiet predatory growl sneaked up behind him in the hallway and pulled him into the closest boy's bathroom.

"JESUS CHRIST!" Tweek shouted when he was pushed into the empty bathroom, and there was a click of the lock, allowing no more entry except with a key. "Cr-Craig! Wh-what -ngh a-are you do-doing?! Th-this i-is too much pressure!"

"Nothing," Craig said with his blank face as he wrapped his arms around Tweek's waist and pulled his boyfriend close, pushing towards one of the bathroom walls. He leaned in, whispering hotly over Tweek's ear. "You're so fucking adorable when you're wearing a hat, Tweekers." He grabbed Tweek's ass and tightly squeezed.

Tweek yelped, blushing from the obvious flirting. "W-we can't d-do -gah- this now, C-Craig!" he said, twitching as Craig started to kiss his neck. "W-we're in sch-school! We'll ge-get -gah- in tro-trouble and get ex-expelled! That's t-t-too much p-p-p-pressure! Gah!"

"It's fine, Tweekers," Craig boringly replied, sucking on a spot right below Tweek's collar. Tweek yelped, jumping up a bit in surprise. "I like it when you wear my hat, but when I see you wear Marsh's hat, it's makes me reallyjealous. I'm so fucking turned on right now, Tweekers.

"Wh-what?!"

When Stan got his hat back, it wasn't Tweek who gave it back to him. It was Craig in history class after lunch, and he was wearing the biggest shit grin, which confused and scared a lot of people.

"Thanks, Marsh," Craig said slowly with the grin still in place, "for lending your hat to Tweek."

"Yeah," Stan said hesitantly as he put his hat back on. Something was wrong, but he didn't what. "No problem?"

"You should lend to him once in a while. Tweek really likes it, and so do I."

"Uhm, Craig, are you hitting on me or something? We both have boyfriends, okay?"

Craig chuckled, looking extremely amused. "I rather hit on Broflovski. I like basketball than football anyway, but that's not the point. It's just a really nice hat."

"O-okay?" Stan said uncertain before ending the conversation. Something was obviously wrong, but he didn't want to think much on it because it probably was going to be something really bad, or at least for him. Stan didn't want to know, but he was ever going to lend anybody his hat ever again.

Except Kyle, only Kyle because Kyle looked really good in his hat.