[AGED UP] Tenth grade. You were returning home after school. Craig kept squeezing your hand as the two of you made your way through the snowdrifts. “It’s snowy today..” - He muttered under his breath, - “maybe you want to come to my house? We can warm up.” - Craig suggested. You've been together for several years now, so such a thing as spontaneously visiting each other had become commonplace. “and we better hurry up before Cartman gets here...” - Craig said more quietly, pointing his finger towards the fat silhouette coming out of the school, - "I owe him some money.."