There he sat glaring at his mother as she paced back and forth in her closet, she was desprate to find a pair of shoes sutibale for going to the grocery store. At first, He thought that this ritual was absolutly absured. He used to hate that his mother took so long to get dressed, but he soon grew to realize the importance of looking your best at all times. He grew to love watching his mother choose a necklace or jacket or whatever she felt needed. He eventually started to help her in her vanity by picking out different accesories he saw fit for each of her outfits. He loved her style, absolutly adored it to be completely honest.

He was snapped from his thoughts when a silk skirt was thrown too him,"Here Tweek, hold this for a moment, it was sitting on top of Mommy's shoes... Mommy should really organize her closet." Helen stated quickly,"S-She really should shouldn't she...your getting all of your clothes dirty leaving it all out like that you heathen..." He whispered back barely audible. She glared up at him from were she was searching with a confused look but continued back on her conquest. He may love her clothes but his "Mommy" not so much. She pulls herself out of her closet with a pair of red heels with thin straps that go around the ankle and a stilt that's atleast 3 inches,"Your gonna wear those? W-What if you trip and die?" He asked, His real concern being that if she tripped she'd grab for him to try to save herself and take him with her instead,"Mommy will be fine darling, now you go off and get ready too see your little boyfriend, alright. We're going to dinner with the Tucker's but I wanted to stop by the store and get a snack tray too bring with us." She said," Yes mom." He responded simply.

He quickly turned on his heel and sprinted to his room to change. What should he wear for Craig? He has too look good of course. He began to search his dresser drawers for something prime for his occasion. He found nothing and promptly slamed his dresser shut and ran to his closet. He pushed aside each hanger with shakey hands, searching for the right look. Thats when it hit him. Literally. A blazer fell from the top of his closet and hit him in the face. He pulled it from his face and glared at it questioningly. He swiftly decided that this blazer was perfect and that he was going to wear it. He eventually found a pair of plain black slacks to go with his top. He put them on and eyed himself in the mirror. He was suprised by how nice he looked but then realized how messy his hair was. He can't have messy hair at a dinner with his boyfriend and his boyfriend's family! He grabbed a comb and slicked his hair down flat with his father's hair gel. He looked at himself again and took a shakey breath. you look fine he thought everything is fine. He found his dress shoes in the coat closet in th hallway and struggled to get them on for a while, as they where very tight. He eventaully got them on after ten minutes of pure agony but they were finally on and before he knew it his mother was shooing him out the door and into the car.

The car ride was slow and boring but also terrifying due to the constant fear of death. They got to the grocery store and he stayed in the car, he didn't want to step into the dangers of the real world, so instead he sat and waited for his parents to return while he wallowed in fear. As his parents returned he felt more safe because he was less likely to be killed with them around. As they got back in the car he falt a wave of releif hit him. They were finally on their way to the Tucker household. The way to the Tucker home is queit boring but he likes it that way. Just the little things that remind him of Craig can calm him. As they approach the Tucker Household, Tweek began to feel nervous again, He was afraid maybe he was overdressed or that he could die on Craig's doorstep or-,"Tweek, we're here?" His father questioned him expectantly. Tweek quickly got the hint and got out of the car. He glanced over seeing his mother happily trotting to the door with the tray of treats in hand. His father was soon to follow and so was he, his mother then rang the doorbell and did a small hop, to show just how excited she was for this family dinner.

The door opens snapping Tweek out of any further thought, and he sees standing at the door with a small grin on his face, clearly trying to be inviting but failing horribly,"Hello welcome, why don't you guys come on in! Laura's in the kitchen." he said with a happy tone. Thomas walked aside and we stepped into their home, which smells absolutly wondeful, like a fresh pot roast and baked potatos. I love cooking Tweek thought. He saw Tricia in the kitchen with her mother helping her cut meat. Craig must be upstairs he thought,"Why don't you go wait at the dining room tabel for dinner to start, like a gentleman." He heard his Helen whisper to him. Damn He thought as he sauntered of to the dining room. He sat at the table and waited for about 30 minutes before the rest of the people began to file in. Tricia and Laura set the table and put food on plates for everyone.

Soon my parents sat down at the table, then Laura and Tricia,"CRAIG! Dinner is ready! Come downstairs!"Laura yelled, and thats when Tweek saw the terror that was Craig, he was wearing grey sweatpants and a black tank top, he had heavy circles under his eyes and a pale face, his hair was messier than mine usually was, and his nose was drippy,"Craig dear I know your feeling sick today but the Tweak's are over! Please come eat with us." He glared at his mom and then at me an saw that the seat next to me was empty so he lazily walked over and plopped himself over by me. It was silent for a moment but everyone then started to eat again, making small talk as they did so ,"Craig." I whispered and leaned closer to him," Are you feeling ok?" He nudged his ear closer to my lips," no, why do you ask?" he asked with a sarcastic tone practically dripping from his words. I kiss his ear and he twitches a bit," I just want to make sure your alright." He looks to me,"Thanks, but I'm ok. Really."

The rest of the family dinner was quiet. There wasn't much to say as a family. It would be different if it were just Tweek and Craig alone. The dinner ended and Tweak's family was quickly on their way out the door,"Wait!" Tweek felt a hand grasp his wrist. He turned around and felt a pair of lips smash against his. He was suprised but allowed Craig to kiss him. Craig pulled away and laughed,"what?" I ask unamused by being laughed at. a pause occured for a moment.

"I bet your totally gonna get sick now."