Craig sat in the cafetaria, scrolling through social media on his phone and minding his own business, when suddenly a nudge against his arm made him turn his gaze to his side. It was Clyde, sitting down next to him. "Hey dude, wasn't it your birthday last month?" He said, a cheeky grin tugging at his lips. "When you gave me 50 cents and a shitty gift card? Yeah." Craig sassily replied, raising an eyebrow. "Why?" He asked.
"Weeell, you didn't do anything for it, right? Like, hold a birthday party?" Clyde asked, tilting his head slightly. The excitement in his eyes was both obvious and frightening, he had something entirely planned out behind his back and Craig knew it, but decided not to comment on it. "Actually I had a banger ass party, but you weren't invited." He sarcastically answered instead. Clyde rolled his eyes at said sarcasm. "Dick." His face suddenly lit up again, beaming with excitement. "Anyway you should totally have a sleepover!" Craig didn't understand what his enthusiasm was about. "It's not the first time I had a sleepover, so what are you so happy about?" A small snort escaped from Clyde's mouth. "Nothing, just saying you should definitely invite Tweek."
"Tweek?" Craig's eyes shortly darted over to the petite blonde, since he had spotted him before. He was waiting in line to use the public coffeemaker. Craig shrugged dismissively. "Any other suggestions?" He asked. He would invite Tweek anyway, but shrugged the suggestion off since whenever he was brought up in a conversation, especially without him being present, Clyde would act really smug about it. "Oh, c'mon! I know you're all buddy buddy with him" He winked, nudging him again. There it is. "And invite Token" He added.
Since Token was probably the brightest of the group on most subjects, he had chosen a lot of different classes, but that didn't keep them from hanging out. "Sure, but Tricia is gonna be there too, to annoy us probably" He rolled his eyes. The endless struggle of having siblings: having that sibling live in your house. "Oh, and you." He added, as if not considering Clyde in the first place. "Why thank you, generous sir, for inviting me to your slumber fest" Clyde responded jokingly. "Also I don't mind, Tricia is cool, cooler than you" He chuckled.
"Fuck you, dude" Craig said, flipping him off. "So," he tilted his head. "when do you want this 'slumberfest'to occur?" Reaching into his bag, he pulled out the sandwiches he brought. "This weekend? I dunno." Clyde shrugged. Craig took a bite of his sandwich, thinking to himself before swallowing the bite and looking back at him. "Saturday, at 8 pm sharp." "Sure, dude" Clyde looked around the cafetaria, only now spotting Tweek as well. "Hey, there's Tweek" He grinned and pointed at him. He was trying to figure out what buttons to press despite there only being four. "Go invite him." Craig rolled his eyes ones again, putting his unfinished sandwiches back into his bag and getting up.
He walked over and tapped on his shoulder. "Hey Tweek, are you free Saturday?" He asked. Slightly jumping and the tap, Tweek turned to him. "Oh, hi Craig! Um...Ngh, not during noon, I have to work..." He scratched the back of his neck nervously. "That's fine, Clyde wanted me to have a sleepover at eight, so you can make it right?" He leaned against the large coffee maker.
Tweek couldn't tell of himself if he was disappointed or relieved that he didn't mean it to be just the two of them Saturday, though part of him couldn't help but feel like he asked him out of spite. Nevertheless, he responded very excited, almost overly excited. "Yeah!!" He gulped, smiling shyly. "I-I mean, sure...!" He recovered himself, less eager. Feeling a rare smile tug at his lips as well, Craig nodded. "Cool, see you there" He patted his shoulder before walking back to the table Clyde sat at.
"He's in." He said, sitting back down. "Good" Clyde grinned and chuckles to himself. "What's so funny?" Craig asked, frowning. "Nothing dude, nothing" He chuckled again in response. "For fuck's sake, why do you always act so weird when I talk to Tweek?" Craig growled in frustration. "Cause you're single." He reasoned bluntly. "What does that have to do with anything?" Clyde pinched the bridge of his nose, leaning his head back slightly. "Jesus christ, man, are you really that dense?" Craig simply rolled his eyes, not bothered with the subject anymore. "The closest you'll ever get to a girlfriend is porn." He stated coldly. "Dude, you underestimate me!"
"Let me recall the one time you had a crush on a chick who bumped into you on the street." "So?" Clyde raised his eyebrow. "I had to stop you from showing up at the same spot daily just to see her again, so no, I'm not underestimating your future love life." He replied. "Well...You're a dick. Hah, got 'em." Clyde said goofily, lightening the mood, and both chuckled. "Also you haven't had a girlfriend since like elementary school sooo..." "I don't need a girl to make me happy. All I need is pizza, video games and Stipe." He smiled lightly at the thought of his guinea-pig. "That's...lame." Clyde said before muttering cheekily, "Maybe you'll get yourself a boyfriend" Once again Craig groaned, putting his arms on the table to put his head on top. "Not this shit again, Clyde." He reached into his pocket to take his phone. "I'm gonna text Token to invite him." He tried to change topic again, in vain. Clyde nudged him with his elbow. "Come ooon, I wouldn't judge you!" "Uh-huh sure, I can see the increasing amount of dickjokes already." Craig replied and put his phone back into his pocket. "As if that amount can improve" Clyde snorted. "Knowing you, it can and it will."
The bell rang and both stood up. Craig checked his schedule. "Math with Tweek now, at least someone to keep me company" He looked up from his phone. "You know, usually when you suck at a subject, you don't choose it. Seems like logic to me!" Clyde defended the fact that he didn't follow that class with them, though then realised something. "Though, wasn't Tweek even worse at maths than me?" He smirked lightly, understanding the situation very well. Craig shrugged. "You would know the answer to that better than me" He threw his backpack over his shoulder. "See you later." He said and walked towards the stairs while Clyde went into a different direction to his own class.
Noticing him om the stairs, Tweek paced towards Craig to catch up with him. "Hey Craig, do you know what classroom we're in?" He asked. Craig nodded, responding. "In 208, almost there." "Alright" Tweek smiled, focusing too much on Craig than on where he set his feet, he suddenly tripped, but Craig swiftly shot forward and caught him. "Watch it, dude" He said before pulling him back up. Trying to hide his blush, Tweek held tightly onto the railing after getting up. "S-Sorry and um...thanks" He muttered flusteredly. Craig smiled lightly, being a bit red himself. "No problem."
When they arrived at the classroom, they leaned against the wall. "Shit, did we have homework for today?" Craig asked. "Uh, yeah I think so..." Tweek rummaged around in his bag to pull out his notebook. "Ngh, need to copy?" He opened the notebook and flipped through the pages, handing it to him on the page with the answers. With a chuckle Craig took the notebook from him, pulling out his own as well. "Thanks man" He started sloppily copying, skipping some of the questions all together. "Thanks to you I won't be on her black list again." He handed it back once he was done copying. "No problem, it's for uh...saving my ass on the stairs" Tweek chuckled nervously and held his notebook against his chest, not bothering putting it back into his bag. "Eh, sorry about my messy handwriting by the way..." "Nothing is worse than mine, but try using less capital letters." Craig snickered and ruffled his hair. Tweek tensed up and blushes lightly. They noticed the teacher walking up and stepped aside so she could open the door and step into the classroom.
Craig entered soon after her, signing for Tweek to follow. He sat down in the back, the seat nearest to the windows. "C'mere." He pulled out the chair from the seat next to him a bit for Tweek to sit on. He cheerfully sat down, smiling lightly. "Thanks" As they got their books out of their bags, slowly more people entered the classroom and sat down in their seats.
When the class started, neither of them were really paying attention, only while Craig was just spacing out, pretending to be paying attention, Tweek was sneaking glances at him every once in a while, almost unknowingly scribbling little hearts in his notebook. It was true, Tweek had a huge crush on Craig, but he was just wishing for it to fade away since he was too scared of ruining their friendship. Only...He had been hoping that for about 4 years now.
The next day in the late evening Tweek carefully knocked on the door, adjusting his clothes and hoping he wasn't very late. The door opened and he was greeted by Craig. "Hey Tweek, you know 8 o'clock and 9 o'clock are two different things right?" He teased. "Y-Yeah sorry, dad left without saying anything so I had to close shop..." He stepped inside. "Am I that late?" Craig shook his head and closed the door. "Nah, not really, it's only a little over half past." He said, adding, "Oh, and if you want coffee or something just ask." Tweek took off his coat and shoes, before he shook his head. "No I'm fine. Oh, also...The sleepover was for your birthday, right? Clyde told me so" He took a wrapped box from his bag, handing it to him. "I know I already gave you something on your birthday itself but I thought... um..." He shrugged dismissively, looking at the ground with a light smile. Craig widened his eyes a bit, seeing as he wasn't expecting anything more after Tweek had given him several toys for Stripe on his actual birthday. "Really? You didn't have to, you know." He started unwrapping it.
"I know but I thought, since it wasn't out back then and you told me about it so many times..." He looked up and watched Craig fully unwrap the present, his face lighting up with excitement; it was the video game he had been saving for. "Tweek. Holy shit." He swiftly hugged him before pulling back to take a look at the back of the case. "This was fucking expensive, don't tell me you saved for it!" Tweek smiled wider and blushes lightly at the hug. "Well I mean, I just ran a few extra shifts for it." he shrugged again, fiddling with his fingers. In reality, he had been working overtime in the shop almost every day for the past month. It was indeed expensive, but the excitement in Craig's eyes was more than worth it. "Do you like it?" It was a rare sight too, seeing Craig this eager, even if he was trying to hide it, Tweek found it adorable. "Dude, I fucking love it." He beamed. "Um, maybe if you can come over separately we can play it together" He suggested, smiling reassuringly. Tweek nodded eagerly, feeling his heart flutter. "Sure!" Craig hid the game in the pocket of his hood. "I'll hide it from the others before they get jealous." He chuckled.
After leading him to his bedroom, he opened the door. "And he arrived" Craig anounced as they stepped inside. After a quick hi and a wave, Tweek sat down on the bed, the spare mattresses and sleeping bags were already on the floor. "Hi Tweek!" Tricia said cheerily, before turning her head to Token, who was sitting next to her. "See, I told you he'd show up, asshole" Token shrugged at her sassy remark. "It was just a possibility, Tricia" He said, apparently he had started to doubt he would show up. Tweek chuckled nervously at the two, fidgeting with his sleeves. "I -arg- had to work a bit overtime, but I wouldn't want to miss this!" He explained with some excitement.
"Be honest, you just wanted my brother's dick in your mouth-" Tricia joked, making Tweek yelp in surprise. She giggled before Craig swatted her head, she was even worse than Clyde when it came to these jokes. "Shut the fuck up." Craig said before plopping down in his beanbag. "You and Clyde are fucking weirdos" "We say nothing but the truth though, right Tweek~?" Tweek jerked up as he was mentioned again. "Gah! Oh man, what do I even respond to that...?" He muttered anxiously. "You admit it!" Clyde laughed, grabbing a handful of chips from the bag he was holding. "Just ignore them." Craig said, snatching the bag from Clyde to eat some as well.
"What are we gonna do anyway?" Token asked, mostly directed to Clyde, since he knew he had talked Craig into having this sleepover in the first place, but he shrugged. "Watch a movie or something?" He suggested before nudging Craig with his elbow. "Craig, you got Netflix?" He nodded, tossing the bag of chips on the bed before grabbing the remote and turning Netflix on, on his tv. "Yeah, what you wanna watch?" Clyde hummed, seemingly deep in thought. "Well I know a couple of great movies, but there's some scenes not suitable for younger viewers" He winked smugly at Tricia. "Oh, fuck you too Clyde." She rolled her eyes and flipped him off; it runs in the family.
Token snickered at her attitude. "Tricia, you're like 9 or something" He joked. "Yeah, 9 inches in your mom!" She shouted back, lifting both middle fingers towards him. Tweek held his hand on his mouth, obviously trying to hold his laughter as he giggled mostly internally. "For Tweek, of all people, to laugh at a dickjoke" Clyde said and applauded. "I'm proud" He added and pretended to wipe away a tear. Craig nudged Tweek and chuckled as well. "He's a big boy now." He grabbed the remote from his nightstand, turning on Netflix on his TV. "What did you say you wanted to watch?" Clyde shrugged. "I dunno, James Bond or something" Typing it out in the search bar, he selected the first movie. "James Bond it is. Someone turn off the lights." Token, who was sitting closest to the wall, stood up. "Yeah I'll do it." He said and flipped the switch off, returning to his original spot in the dark room, now only lit by the TV.
After the movie had finished, Clyde stretched his back. "Anyone else really feeling like watching the other movies as well?" Tweek frowned at his proposal and checked his phone for the time. "Gah! It's like 11, dude, we'd be up all night...!" He exclaimed. "Yeah, and my parents want to sleep too y'know" Craig reminded them, stretching as well, making his shirt rise and show his lower abdomen. Tweek glanced over at that perfect moment, gulping as he stared at the small bit of exposed skin. Only to be caught red-handed. "Ooh, I saw that~" Clyde snickered, putting his arm around Tweek's shoulder. "What were you looking at, buddy~?" Tweek answered a bit too soon, and maybe a bit too loudly, too. "GAH, N-NOTHING-!!"
Craig took the bag of chips that was laying right next to him, holding it up for Clyde to see. "This, dumbass." He said before tossing the bag to Tweek, who only barely caught if. "You suuure~?" Tricia teased.
Figuring this was the best excuse, Tweek went along with it. "Ngh, yeah I didn't have dinner so..." While this was true, he just took a small handful of chips to stuff in his mouth before he would say anything to blow his cover. "We have some leftovers if you want, just saying." Tweek shook his head. "I'm not like super hungry so it's fine..." He smiled apologetically.
"Sooo what now?" Clyde asked, already bored. "I'm not gonna go to sleep now, it's way too early for that." Craig turned to Tricia, with his usual blank expression. "Tricia." "Hm, what's up?" She tilted her head. "Piss off for a sec, we're gonna change in our pj's and I don't want your creepy bug eyes on us." He stated. "Oh come on, I'd never do that!" She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "I'll just turn around or something." Clyde suddenly snickered. "Puberty will make you do weird things, Trish. If I were you I'd peek on me too." He said. "Clyde, ew" Tricia immediately got up, her face filled with disgust. "Just hurry your asses." She said and left to her own room.
"Good one, Clyde." Craig chuckled. "What, I was just telling the truth!" He stated, taking his pyjamas from his bag. "Then I bet you jerk off in front of a mirror." Craig replied sarcastically, and took off his hoodie and undershirt, putting on a different t-shirt to sleep in. "I have standards man, I'd have to take myself out to dinner first" He snorted and stated changing.
Tweek chuckled silently at their conversation while rummaging around his bag for his sleeping wear. He knew it was too short and tight, so hoped it wouldn't look too weird. His long legged pyjama trousers reached only barely over his knees, but those weren't too tight at least. The real issue was when he tried to put on his sweater, he struggled mayorly to fit his head through the collar hole. Craig soon noticed his struggle and took a fresh hoodie from his closet before throwing it in the bed right next to Tweek. "Here, this'll fit better." Tweek quickly picked it up, trying to hide both his happiness and embarrassment at the thought of getting to wear one of Craig's hoodies. "Oh -arg- thanks...!" He once again struggled slightly to take his own sweater off again before eagerly changing into the large, borrowed piece of clothing.
"No problem." Craig said, changing out of his pants. He rummaged around in his closet's drawers, finally finding a pair of sweatpants to change into. "Everyone done?" He asked after donning them. "Yup" Clyde replied, wearing very childish, matching pyjamas. He snorted as he turned to Craig. "Don't tell me you actually sleep with your hat on." He laughed. "Don't tell me you actually sleep in a set of hotdog-printed pajamas." Craig replied smugly. He stepped over the two mattresses and sleeping bags, finally sitting down on his own bed. "You know, you really didn't have to one-up me there." Clyde said, sitting down on one of the mattresses. "Poor Clyde is getting bullied" Token snickered. "Don't worry man, I have matching pajamas as well" He nudged him. Although, his were flannel and looked quite expensive. "Yeah but I bet yours aren't from Walmart and that they cost like 500 dollar" Clyde said. "They equally look like shit, dude" Token patted his back. Tweek chuckles and nodded. "I think that before Craig let me borrow his hoodie, my pyjamas sucked the most" He claimed. "Somehow the fact that I need to be comforted like this makes me feel even worse" Clyde said and laughed a bit as well.
Craig opened his door, speaking loudly into the hallway, "Tricia you can come back now." She stepped out of her room, hopping on the mattress prepared for her. "Fucking finally! I was done for like an hour already." She stated, turning her head to Tweek and grinning. "Wait- Tweek, isn't that Craig's hoodie?" He mentally prepared himself before answering. "Arg, yeah...I didn't realise my pyjamas didn't fit anymore so-" "Goals!!" Tricia interrupted him, giggling. "Just admit it, Craig, he looks super cute!" Craig rolled his eyes. "Could you shut up for once." Tweek hid his face in his hands, blushing darker. "Gah! He was just trying to -ngh- be nice!" He said defensively. Craig nodded at Tweek's comment. "Yeah, he's right." Tricia crossed her arms. "Suuure. The day you'll be that nice to me is when pigs fly." Looking away, Craig grinned. "Time for you to get on a plane then." He joked. "Dick!!" Tricia yelled before throwing a pillow at his face. Tweek chuckled at them. "You two have such a good bond." Clyde couldn't help but blurt out, "A JAMES BON-" He was interrupted when Token swatted him on the head. "Clyde, no." He said. "CLYDE YES." Tweek turned turns his head to Craig. "Um, didn't you say something about -arg- your parents still wanting to sleep...?" He asked, concerned about the amount of decibels Clyde was increasing. Craig nodded. "Yeah, let's do something more quiet." He tilted his head. "any ideas?"
"Truth or dare?" Clyde suggested, winking at Tweek to sign he had a plan. "Er- Yeah! Sounds like fun...!" Tweek agreed in a heartbeat, not really thinking beforehand. But now the thought taking over his mind was 'What am I getting myself into'.
"Okay, sure. Who starts?" Craig leaned back against the wall. "Me me!" Tricia grinned. "Alright, shoot" He sighed. "Tweek!" She immediately called him, making him jerk up, quickly mumbling, "Gah, goddammit."
"Truth or dare?" He turned anxious immediatly, though chose wisely. "Ngh, truth." Tricia's excitement lessened. "Ah shit. Uh...Any crushes?" She smirked. "Well, I guess so yeah..." He sank deeper in the large hoodie. "Well? Who is it?" Clyde asked teasingly despite already knowing. "Gah! That wasn't her question!" Tweek blurted defensively. "She asked if I had any crushes!" "Still though!" Clyde grinned. "Yeah we're all dying to know, Tweek!" Tricia pushed further; were they actually going to pressure him into running his mouth? "Ngh, n-no!" "Oh come ooon~"
"Stop! I'm not gonna tell you his na-" Widening his eyes, he swallowed a gasp. "I...I mean...her..." He tried to recover himself, but everyone has already heard. He didn't dare see any of their expressions right now, so pulled the hoodie over his face until it covered his eyes. The silence got a bit awkward when Craig decided to speak up. "No need to be scared, Tweek, everyone accepts you." He patted his back. He figured that Tricia and Clyde somehow already knew, which was kinda obvious from their constant pushing, but he also figured this is why they made those kind of jokes. Tweek pulled the hoodie back down again, staying quiet in all discomfort. "Let's- Let's move on." Clyde then said, now regretting pushing him so much. "Er, it's my turn now right?" Tweek asked and shifted uncomfortably. "Fuck...I'm bad at these kind of games...God..." He mumbled, feeling nervous at the eyes turned towards him. "I'll take your turn," Craig suggested. "if you want." Tweek nodded and smiled thankfully.
Craig knew better than to put Tweek on the spot again, so turned his head to Clyde. "Okay, truth or dare Clyde?" "Err, truth" He shrugged. "Chicken." Craig chuckled, thinking for a bit. "Hmm...Oh, how many dates did you have this week and how many of them failed?" He grinned lightly. Clyde started counting them on his fingers, mouthing the names of his dates to recall them. "Ten aaand...Ten." He said. "Wait- Hold up, that's more dates than the days per week" Tweek stated confused. "Exactly." Was Clyde's only vague reply. "Poor man." Craig shook his head. "Your turn though." "Alright, Token, truth or dare." Token thought for a while before shrugging and saying, "Dare." "Order us pizza" Clyde immediately demanded. "Clyde, how many times do I have to say no." Token rolled his eyes. "Okay, fiiine." Clyde groaned, trying to come up with something else. "Then...Ah! Tell us something you were trying to hide from us" He grinned widely. "Isn't that more of a truth question?" Tricia asked. "Shh, let the man answer." He responded. Token sighed. "I already know what you're getting at. Yes, I got a car recently." He answered. "What why didn't you tell us!!" Clyde beamed. "Because non of us are allowed to drive it yet anyway, and I can already see you asking me non-stop to secretly drive you to places." He stated.
"Yeah, okay, I can see where you're coming from. Your turn!" "Okay, Tricia, truth or dare?" He grinned slightly. "Dare." Tricia said confidently. "I'm not a pussy." "Hmm...Can you hug you brother for 30 seconds without killing each other?" He asked smugly. "No but hey, I'll try" She grinned and moved onto the bed. "No no no no I didn't consent to this-" Craig said but his sister's arms were already awkwardly wrapped around him. Craig stiffened up, clearly uncomfortable. "Please don't fucking touch me." "You count." Tricia demanded. Clyde and Token laughed and started counting to 20, everyone chuckling at the two. Immediately when they said 'thirty', Craig pushed her off. "Get away from me." Tricia shivered just as uncomfortably, sitting back on her own mattress again. "Never doing that again." She said. "I can't believe you actually survived it." Clyde applauded them.
"Yeah." Craig wiped his clothes, trying to clean the 'sibling-bacteria' off. "Your turn Tricia." "Clyde, truth or dare?" she asked, giggling lightly at whatever she had in mind. Token sighed in relief as he wasn't chosen. "Since otherwise I'll be called chicken again, dare." He smirked confidently. "Dance your sexy dance," she snorted "the one you use to charm girls" Cracking up a bit as well, Clyde stood up, stretching his back. "Ah yes, I've been waiting for this opportunity" He stated, grabbing his phone and putting on a song he actually seemed to have prepared for this, and started dancing supposedly sexily. It appeared to be an extreme case of 'white boy dancing'. "Oh my god dude" Even Craig laughed out loud. "Shield the eyes of the innocent!" Token laughed, holding his hands over Tricia's eyes, who was already about to roll over the floor with laughter. "I bet all the ladies are head over heels for you, man" Tweek said in between laughter. Clyde bowed before sitting back down. "Thank you, thank you" It took a moment before everyone had stopped laughing, when Clyde then clapped his hands together. "Okay okay! Now it's my turn" He smirked devilishly, looking around for his next target. Both Token and Tweek were praying not to be chosen, Token in general but Tweek was scared he'd make him do or say something to Craig. It didn't matter if he would get chosen or not in the end.
Grinning widely, Clyde turned to Craig. "Craig, buddy! Truth or dare~?" He asked. "Dare." He replied, sounding sure of himself, crossing his arms loosely. Clyde chuckled at his confidence. "Such a brave man. Since you're so brave, how about you smooch Tweek?" Suddenly Tweek's head snapped up, his eyes widened. Frantically shaking his head, he mouthed 'no' over and over, holding his hands in front himself. Flushing light pink, Craig ignored it. "Pass." "Hmm, okay then. Guess you don't want your brand new game back?" Clyde promptly revealed his game from his back, it must've fallen out of Craig's hoodie as they were changing. "Give it back, Clyde." Craig frowned, trying to keep his cool even though he was protective over expensive stuff, especially since it was a gift. He lost his grandma's birthday money to his 'friends' once, we all know how that ended. "Nah-ah-ah! You can have it back, but you know the conditions~" He pointed at Tweek, grinning sheepishly. Tweek, meanwhile, was trying to pace his breaths, trembling and mumbling, "Oh god...oh god..."
Craig went silent and sighed. "Fine, let's get this over with." He suddenly pulled Tweek close by the collar, pressing his lips against his. Tweek's eyes widened and felt his face turn 5 different shades of red. His hands were trembling, he had held them close to Craig's shoulders to push him away if necessary, but he couldn't bring himself to, he really wanted this moment to last longer, but not in front of others.
Craig quickly pulled back, trying to cough away the light blush on his cheeks. Tweek's heart was racing when he covered his lips with the hoodie, hoping for the sensation to last and looked down at his knees with an intense expression. Craig soon got back to the original topic. "Now give me the fucking game back" Clyde quickly turned to Tricia. "You got a pic of that right?" she nodded, quickly showing him before hiding her phone. "Yep~" Craig was losing patience. "Give. Me back. My game." He demanded, starting to look a bit intimidating. "Yeah, yeah" He wanted to hand it back, but when he reached it out to him Craig quickly snatched it from his grip. "You guys are assholes." He stated, putting the game somewhere safe on his desk. "Oh come on, you should be thanking me! I saw some sparks fly there~" Clyde teased. "Clyde, shut the fuck up--"
Suddenly Tweek got up, not facing anyone as he swiftly stepped towards the door. "I-I'm gonna make myself some coffee...!!" He muttered before pacing downstairs, into the kitchen. He turned on the light above the kichen counter and took a mug from the cupboard putting it under the coffee maker before pressing the button and watching the scalding drink pour out into his mug. "Oh god...Fuck, w-what if he figures it out...He'd hate me..." He mumbled to himself, wondering out loud. Tugging at his hair, the train of insecure thoughs continued. "Why'd Clyde do that...!? I trust him with my fucking secret..." A deep sigh left his trembling lips, tears filling his eyes.
Meanwhile Craig had, suspiciously soon after Tweek, left his room as well, claiming they were out of chips. He stood quietly in the door opening, listening to Tweek's anxious mutterings. "And now Craig might never...like me back..." He whispered in a sad tone under his breath.
Craig had heard this clearly through the dead silence in the room and froze before feeling a wave of relief wash over him. Without hesitation, he silently creeped up behind him, placing his hands on his waist. Tweek hadn't noticed him during any of it, so gasped loudly and jumped up at the sudden contact. He tried to turn around but was locked in place, paralysed with surprise. "It's just me." He mumbled close to his ear. He felt Tweek relaxing between his hands at hearing his voice, before tensing up again, but it was a different type of posture. It wasn't apprehension, just nervousness. Thinking of this as a sign to go on, Craig slid his hands lower, caressing his hips. Getting more flustered by this, Tweek turned around swiftly on instinct, trembling. "Ngh, Craig, w-what are you d--" He couldn't finish his sentence as his lips were suddenly locked with Craig's, who had cupped his cheek in his hand in the process. Stepping closer, he trapped Tweek between himself and the kitchen counter.
Tweek's eyes widened and his cheeks reddened, shuddering violently as Craig was kissing him passionately. He tried so hard to calm down in this situation, reluctantly closing his eyes, but every inch of him was trembling and twitching, even his lips. Craig noticed and merely pulled away, their lips still brushing over one another's ever so slightly. "Don't be scared, Tweek." He whispered soothingly, stopping most of Tweek's nervous shaking. He had calmed down soon and Craig took the opportunity to kiss him again, licking his bottom lip gently, to which Tweek hesitantly parted his lips, melting further into the kiss. Putting his hands on his shoulders, he allowed access, letting Craig's tongue slide into between his lips to greet his.
His hand started to inch downwards to his behind but Tweek didn't let him. He swallowed a gasp and swiftly moved his hand back up to their original spot on his waist, slowly wrapping his own arms around his neck afterwards. As it got more intimate by the second, Craig slid his knee in between Tweek's legs, letting his hand travel from his cheek to the back of his head, running his fingers through his hair. Forgetting about his surroundings, Tweek started slowly moving himself against his knee, hungrily working his lips against Craig's now that he had gotten more comfortable with it.
The moment would've lasted forever, they wished it had too, but the kitchen door suddenly swung open. "See, I told you guys they were making out!" Clyde beamed, looking at the other two behind him.
They both quickly pulled away, Tweek with a shriek, hiding his face in his hands. Craig backed away from Tweek, frowning irritated. "Urg, what the fuck!?"
Tricia laughed loudly, having taken a picture of them in the act, she lifted her middle finger. "You got caught~" She said in a sing-song tone.
"I'm the best matchmaker on earth!" Clyde grinned proudly, content with his effort. "Congrats." Craig replied coldly, annoyed with how they ruined their moment.
He noticed how in all the excitement, Tweek had pulled the hoodie over his head entirely like he had done before. He put his hand on his shoulder, caressing gently to calm him. "You alright, Tweek?" He mumbled so only he would hear. Soon after, Tweek poked half of his head out of the hoodie, only revealing his eyes. "Y-Yeah, also do you wanna be my boyfriend" He blurted out the last part in what appeared to be a split second. Craig flashed him a genuine smile, one that make Tweek's heart skip a beat, and he nodded. "Sure." Tweek squealed internally, smiling widely to himself at the accepting answer.
Craig glanced back at the fangirling duo, crossing his arms. "You done?"
In the meantime Tricia had been showing Clyde the picture she took. "Not yet" Clyde answered, both him and Tricia squealing while Token rolled his eyes at them. "Are we all just gonna stand in the kitchen and squeal or what?" Craig growled, taking a new bag of chips from the cabinet, that in the end was his excuse, a truth at that, to go here. Tweek walked back up to him, swiftly pulling him down to his own height by the flaps of his chullo, quickly pecking his lips before letting go and looking away in embarrassment however grinning proudly to himself. Craig had never seen him as happy as he was here. A wide smile appeared on his lips as well, he found it stupid to smile at something like this, yet he couldn't help it, so tried to hide his smile. He didn't hide the expression good enough, though. "D'aww" Clyde teased him. "Guys I think just saw a miracle, Craig's smiling."
Instead of murdering Clyde at the spot, Craig groaned and shyly kisses Tweek's cheek before muttering, "Let's go back upstairs." He signed with hid hand to follow him, hurrying up the stairs. Even he was clearly flustered by all this.
Tweek followed him, forgetting about his coffee -which was probably lukewarm by now anyway-, and paced afyer him to his room. Craig entered his room first, plopping face-first onto his bed. He opened the bag of chips without lifting his head, then putting it on the ground next to the bed. Tweek sat down on the mattress in front of the bed, eating a chip and chuckling. "You okay?" Craig still didn't lift his head, but reached his arm out and found Tweek's hand on instinct, taking it in his own. He mumbled something, but it was inaudible when muffled by the mattress, even his ears were probably glowing bright red by now. Tweek tilted his head, chuckling again. "What?" He took Craig's hand in both of his own.
He then lifted his head, trying to keep eye contact. "I-I think I really like you." He muttered, attempting to still sound confident despite his red cheeks saying otherwise. Tweek smiled cutely, pecking his cheek. "I -ngh- I like you too..." He muttered back. "Awww!!" Tricia giggled from the doorway. Token nudged her. "Shh, don't ruin their moment." He said. Clyde grinned widely, putting his hand on Tricia's shoulder. "Look carefully Tricia, there sits your future brother-in-law" Tweek felt his cheeks get redder, but chuckled and went along with it, nodding. "Y-Yeah...!" Craig smushed his face back into the pillow, groaning muffled. "This is why I hate you guys."
Tweek crawled into the bed, hugging his back. "Not me though, right?" He teased, nuzzling into his shoudler. Craig turned on his side, Tweek being forced off him by this, before he hugged him. "You're the exception." He said, taking in his scent.
"I feel like Tweek doesn't need his own mattress anymore" Clyde said. "I know right." Tricia said and suddenly gasped. "What if they fuck. We saw just now what happens when you leave them alone" Token tilted his head. "Yeah, huh..." Clyde nodded his head in agreement. "Hm-hm, they were undeniably getting it on back there"
"You can sleep in the basement too you know." Craig growled, to which Clyde laughed. "Harsh, but if that leads to you two doing it-" "H-He was kidding...!" Tweek suddenly blurted out anxiously, followed by mumbling something only Craig could hear, "I wouldn't want to do that with them still in the house" Craig suddenly made the connection that if they weren't in the house, would he have...? Maybe he didn't mean it that way. He shook off the thought, whispering back slightly flustered, "O-Okay."
"But I'm tired for real sooo...Night" Clyde yawned, getting into his sleeping bag. "Yeah me too," Tricia laid down on her mattress. "Goodnight!" "Goodnight guys" Token said as well, being the last one to lie down.
"Oh, I forgot my coffee downstairs..." Tweek suddenly realised, trying to get up but Craig held tightly onto his waist, pulling him back. "It's past midnight, time for bed." He said and pulled the covers over them. "But...I'm usually really restless anyway so..." Tweek mumbled excuses and shrugged, but Craig wasn't gonna let him have caffeine this late at night. "Babe, no." He whispered so the others wouldn't hear him using a pet name. He tinted light pink as he leaned their foreheads together. Tweek on the contrary felt his whole face turn fiery red at the name, continuously repeating it in his head. He smiled warmly and pecked his lips, finally giving in. "Gah, alright then..." Craig chuckled softly before swiftly pressing their lips together again. When they pulled away, Tweek nuzzled into his neck, pleased with the warmth. He felt a lot safer than usual, like no one could harm him as long as he was near.
Before he could, Craig had already drifted asleep, his grip on him loosening but holding him protectively nonetheless. Tweek smiled widely at the sight, leaning in to kiss his jaw. "I love you, Craig Tucker..." He whispered into his ear and snuggled back into his neck, closing his eyes as well and soon he had dozed off as well.
