Notes: So, just a heads-up, I'm not from USA, so when I talk about college and stuff somethings may not be 100% right, so sorry about that :/ Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this new story!

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At the age of 24, Craig Tucker didn't had a lot of fears, his life at the "quiet" city of South Park was nice enough to keep him calm as always.

"See you tommorrow, Mr. Tucker!" A blonde kid waved his hand at him, handing an essay and leaving with the rest of his friends, as the new 6th grade science teacher gathered his stuff to leave. The class was full of posters about space, their theme from that week, and the dark-haired man laughed as he remembered how much he wanted to be an astronaut when he was ten and attended at South Park Elementary.

"Too intense for me." He mumbled, taking his briefcase and putting his blue sweater, as the temperature in the outside seemed a lot colder.

It wasn't like he could not be a fucking astronaut, or even work at NASA, his grades were enough to get there with some effort, he just realized over the years that these kind of stuff wasn't going to work with the "nice and boring" lifestyle that he had planned. So, after spending four years of his life on a college at Denver he came back to South Park and got a job as science teacher. Nice income, stable life and a cute boyfriend waiting for him. Too fucking flawless.

At the car, he finally got his phone, seeing a message from his whole-life best friend, Clyde Donnovan, that said something about how he should get back to his apartment as fast as possible. The young man was in town just for a certain special event, since that, after finishing college with Craig and Tweek, he had to keep studying to specialize as a plastic surgeon. So he was almost always at Denver, finishing his internship at some fancy hospital.

"I can't believe that this day is really coming." Craig thought to himself, a little smile crossing his lips. The "special event". His wedding with the love of his life, Tweek Tweak, the crazy blonde that was currently running Tweak bros. Coffe shop, with his funny manners and adorable existence. He changed a lot since they started dating, but managed to keep a lot of the things that were his trademark, only in a more mature way. His hair wasn't a complete mess, and was always contained in a messy-short low ponytail; He didn't twitched a lot and his coffe addiction was almost inexistent (he never stopped drinking the thing, but his consume was for pleasure, not for control), but, even though, he kept worrying about things more than he should, as he panicked about not making a proper dinner or not being able to manage the family business.

Lost on his own head, the man got into his building, whistling until finding the door with a "302" on the door. His home for the past 2 years, since he and Tweek came back from college and decided that, even thought they were not married, after sharing a dorm room for so many years they were totally ready to have their own place. It was nice. They shared the chores, watched movies at night, snuggled at the couch at weekends, and the best part was: Total privacy to fuck.

"I'm home." He said quietly, throwing the briefcase at the couch and being squeezed to death by a giant. Fucking Clyde, why he had to be so tall and heavy? "Motherfucker, I'm tired."

"That's how you say hello to your best friend in the world? Rude as always, Craig!" Clyde laughed, straightening his glasses on purpouse, to show them off.

"Since when you got those?"

"Apparently with great medical hability, comes a lot of sight problems. Not that I care a lot. They fit me very well, don't you think?" Clyde made a silly pose.

"At least you can't use sunglasses to stare at chicks." Craig rolled his eyes, sitting at the couch. "So, why did you told me to get in here fast? Just to see your silly nerdy-glasses? You know that I have a job, right?"

"Of course I know, Mr. Tucker! My dad told me how the kids love the cooool and yooooung science teacheeeer." Clyde extended the words for additional emphasis. "But I thought you'd want to know if your little future husband were freaking the fuck out. Now you know and I'm going to rob your fridge."

"Where's him? Did you ate him?" Craig finally payed attention at the table at his side, notcing how messy it was, full of pictures and lists and general wedding-things.

"Stop with the bullying man!" Clyde whined, sitting at his side with a piece of strawberry cake. "He was going crazy about the napkins colors or some non-sense like that, so I sent him in a quest to take Token at the station."

"Making yourself useful, that's nice for a change." Craig tried to put some order at the table, but since his furute husband was probably going to mess it up again once he came home, he decided to just give up and take a cigarette. As the smoke invaded the living room, he finally relaxed a little, staring at the black screen of the tv and the pictures hanged on the walls.

"So, everyone's coming?" Clyde asked, finishing his cake.

"That's the good and bad thing of growing up in a small town, nobody forgets you." Craig shrugged. "I'll be trying my suit with Stan and those crazy idiots tommorrow, so you and Token take care of Tweek, ok? If he freaks out, give me a call."

"Okay okay, Super-Husband. Man, he's really excited for Sunday, huh?" Clyde laughed.

"Yep. And that's making me go nuts."

Because, at his nice and boring life, Craig Tucker didn't had a lot of fears, but definitely one thing was scaring the shit out of him on the last few days.

"We're here." Token's voice came from the door, his classic purple shirt replaced with messy suit and sunglasses. He was coming back from New York, where he spent a lot of time working at a law office. The rich boy didn't wanted to have a nice life because of his dad's money, and he was working his best to have his own place at the sun, and Craig always respected him for that.

"I HAVE TO GO BACK AT WORK!" Tweek took the chair and took notes about what looked like tables organization or something.

"God, don't let him have a heart attack before the honeymoon."

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Notes: So, what do you guys think about their jobs and their lifes in general? Any suggestions? Soon we're going to see Stan and the rest of the gang, so let me know what do you wish~ Bye bye!