Falling For Your Fools Gold

Set two years after Craig x Tweek. Tweek and Craig have managed to continue their relationship into their first year of middle school. However, one of them isn't faking being in love anymore.

Rated: T

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Chapter 1: Stripe #4

Google states that 'keeping a guinea pig healthy and in good cheer is an ongoing process that requires lots of dedication and effort'. Craig found this to be true about someONE else. The raven haired kid sat quietly on his basement floor, happily petting his shared pet guinea pig, Stripe 4, he bought and took care of with his long-time boyfriend, Tweak. Next to him, was the frazzled boy himself, murmuring about gnomes and stress. Craig never ignored Tweak's rambles like everyone else did; you wouldn't tell by his blank expression, but Craig soaked up every word Tweak was saying.

"GAH!" Tweak blurted out, startling Stripe 4. "We-we didn't get an exercise ball!" the whispy haired blonde cried.

"Dude, calm down. I think I have another one around here somewhere."

"But what if you don't Craig?!" Tweak's eyes widened, showing off his green irises Craig loved to get lost in. "Th-then our Guinea Pi-pig won't get the exercise he needs and that could do a lot of damage to his well-being! Gaaah! We're terrible pet owners! That thing is gonna' hate us and when it escapes it'll come after us!"

Craig continued petting Stripe 4, noticing how the rodent had fallen asleep in all of Tweak's screaming and rambling. Only further proving that the blonde boy was clearly wrong about their pet attacking anyone. However, Tweak was never one to be in touch with reality so much. The poor boy's fears and anxiety often got the best of him causing him to create scenarios that were either out of proportion to the subject, or run away screaming and hiding somewhere. (Mainly under his bed).

"Calm down, honey. It'll be fine." Craig stood up, laying Stripe 4 on a makeshift bed of straw. The raven haired boy left his boyfriend on the floor to venture of a box filled with toys and other necessities they would need to care for their animal and found a spare supersize ball. "See? I have one right here. It's gonna' be okay."

Tweak twitched, setting the papers down to hesitantly clutch his coffee mug and take a few sips.

"Wold you like to go upstairs for a while? Stripe is sleeping, after all. We could play a multiplayer game if you'd like." Craig offered, holding his hand out for Tweak to hold. He wished Tweak would wear gloves outside, his boyfriend's hands were always so cold when he held them. Craig wouldn't call himself a mother hen, but he did find himself giving the blonde his hat, or offering his coat many times, and even helping Tweak to button his shirt properly more times that he could remember.

"Nnnnnngggggh! Suurre!" Tweak shivered, one eye twitching. "But can I wa-watch? I liked that game you p-played last time."

Craig smiled softly. He enjoyed the time he and Tweak spent together. Often the boy would fall asleep on his shoulder, or on his lap on the couch. Craig nodded, preparing snacks (and Tweek's favorite blend of coffee) for them before starting up the game. Craig would mindlessly stare at the screen and maybe let out a curse or two if he died or was stuck on a level, but Tweek, it seemed, was more engrossed with the game than Craig.

"AARG! Can you go the other way? it looks safer!" Tweek crked.

"I can't. Have to follow the blood to find the bad guy, remember?"

"Ooh, God!" Tweek cried. "Who in their right mind would do such a thing?! Who has the funds, the meaning to do this?!" poor Tweek shrieked as Craig continued playing the survival horror game. "Who is sick enough to actually allow this to go on for so long?! Nnaagh!"

"Does it bother you?" Craig asked, suddenly worried the game was becoming too much for his sporadic lover. He wouldn't say Tweek was scared of the game itself, more or less the principal of the game (and the jump scares as well, but even a few startled Craig). Adorable Tweek, cuddled closer to Craig. Craig himself didn't personally care which genre of game he played as long as he enjoyed the game play, however, he knew Tweek had a sensitivity to horror games to a certain extent. "N-no, no, keep playing. I just...Ooooh, rrg! Hope nothing happens!"

"Alright."

And that's how their afternoon went. The hours soon ticked by and Tweek had stuffed his face into the pillow on Craig's lap (which wold look odd to someone who walked in) screaming as the main character had his fingers chopped off by a mutant, insane level boss.

Finding a checkpoint, Craig saved the game to toss the controller aside and hold Tweek close.

"It's okay. It's just a game."

"'The-the-the gr-graphics! That-that could happen-just like that!" Tweek shivered.

"No. . . it couldn't-"

"NAAAH! CRAIG, WE HAVE AN ASYLUM HERE IN SOUTH PARK! THAT COULD HAPPEN OH-JESUS CHRIST! AAAHH!" Tweek screamed, flying off Craig's lap.

In a moment like this, Craig knew what to do. He always knew what to do. Standing up so he was taller than the panicked boy on the sofa, Craig held Tweek closer so the boy's face was in his chest. "What can we do now, Tweek? What can we control?"

Control. That's what Tweek needed. If he could do something that was in his power, almost automatically he would calm down. Besides, Craig had grown a secret love for baking, but only with Tweek.

"GGGHH!" Tweek's left eye twitched. "BAY-king?!"

"You wanna' bake? Okay. How about we make some cupcakes, honey?" Craig supported his sentence with a soft smile. "My mom loves your baking. And I know Ruby will want one for dessert."

Tweek nodded, finding himself to be calmer when Craig helped him stand on his own two feet and guide him to the kitchen. Craig's mother was with Tricia at the store, so they had an hour or two before they would return. More than enough time to make a batch of cupcakes. Craig had no idea where his dad was, probably work.

Come to think of it, he's been gone a lot. Craig thought to himself, watching Tweek read the back of a frosting box.

"This-this isn't the kind I own!" Tweek cried. "What if I mess it up and we ruin it?! An-an-and you have a gas stove! What if It catches fire and we blow the whole house up-?" Tweek continued as Craig pulled out the tools and bowls they'd need. "Can you open this box, please?" Craig asked, handing Tweek the cake box. The blonde opened his, startled when bits of flour escapes and flew on his shirt. Already Tweek was calming down, his breathing was almost normal (minus a tiny wheeze) and he had stopped shaking as much as possible. Craig and Tweek took turns stirring the batter and Craig jokingly wiped some left over frosting on Tweek's nose.

Soon, the cupcakes were ready for the oven, which Craig volunteered to place inside. They set the timer for thirty minutes just as Trisha and Laura arrived with grocery bags.

"Hello boys. Have a fun afternoon?" Laura smiled

"Ah, yes!" Tweek shirked when Trisha ran up to hug his legs. Tweek was an only child and not used to someone running up and hugging him all the time, but Craig's strawberry blonde haired girl was so attacked to him. Craig was almost jealous. Trisha went about rambling on and on how boring her days was to Tweek who listened attentively. Craig smirked to himself. His boyfriend may have been an only child, but there was no doubt in his mind that Tweek would be a good brother. He had all the patience in the world for Trisha and Trisha was annoying.

"You staying for dinner, Tweek?"

Tweek nodded. He went to Craig's house for dinner every other Saturday and Craig went to his house for dinner the opposite Saturdays.

Laura smiled before sniffing the air. "Something smells good, boys. What did you make?"

"Cupcakes." Craig replied, standing next to his friend and pulling out his phone, having received a text from Token.

"Ooh! I want one!" Trisha cried.

"Hey, wanna' go with Token and Clyde to the Movies tomorrow?" Craig asked Tweek. "We're seeing the new Terrance and Phillip movie." Tweek was about to answer before Laura interrupted.

"Craig. You can't go see a movie tomorrow, you have to go school shopping, remember?" Laura firmly reminded her son.

The boy rolled his eyes. "I'd rather see the movie." He replied in his monotone, nasally voice. Tweek twitched, not saying a word. He didn't understand how Craig could argue with his parents. Sure Tweek was no golden child, but the worst argument he had was over taking more anxiety meds. He's up to seven now. His hands became jittery. He needed some coffee.

"What's wrong with the clothes I have now?" Craig demanded.

"You need new ones, and your summer shoes are worn out already, I told you not to wear them until school started," Laura huffed. "Look, I'm not going to argue with you, you're not going out tomorrow, you're going shopping. That's final."

Craig flipped her off, receiving the same action from his mother as he excused himself to use the bathroom. The blonde boy and Laura were the only ones in the kitchen, Trisha having left to play in her room. Years ago Tweek would have panicked at being left alone with some stranger, but Laura had been nothing but kind and sweet to him, so he trusted her. Laura huffed, putting the last of the groceries away in the cabinets.

"Sorry about that, dear." Laura began. "I don't know what's gotten into Craig, lately. Oh-more coffee hon?" She offered, already making a pot.

"Yes, thank you!" Tweek gulped, sitting at the kitchen table. Laura smiled, placing two mugs on the table and pouring Tweek's blend into his mug. Just how he liked it, hot and black.

"Are you excited for middle school? It's a big step in life." She smiled.

Tweek's wrist began to shake violently as he screamed, dropping the mug on the floor and banging his head against the table and clawing at his blonde hair. The blonde woman, while startled, didn't move from her spot at the table; as she was used to Tweek's sudden outbursts. "Aaaaaaaah! that's too much pressure! School starts next week and I haven't even bought a backpack!"

Laura spoke softly. "It's alright, sweetie. Would you like me to call your mom and ask her if you'd like to tag along with Craig and I tomorrow?"

"No, no! It's okay, it's okay, it's okay." Tweek repeated. Before Laura could try and calm the boy, Craig was back, this time he had Stripe with him. "Tweek-TWEEK!" He waited till the blonde boy was looking at him from the table before placing the guinea pig on the table. Before Laura could remind her son about bringing animals to the table, Tweek began to calm down.

"Stripe missed you." Craig spoke.

Laura watch fondly as the blonde boy hesitantly reached out to pet the animal. Stripe responded by cuddling into Tweek's fingers. The mother stood and walked over to the kitchen to prepare the meal for tonight, however she caught glance of the boy's in the side of her eye and she swore she saw her son gently rubbing the boy's back, but only for a moment. Laura had been proud of Craig before, but she felt it again watching her son calm his boyfriend.

Puppy love, is what adults called it. Craig and Tweek had a litter full.


Thomas Tucker had been, for lack of a better word, homophobic. He wasn't the kind to harass or shout at gay people, no, he had been the silent seething type who didn't understand gay people. It wasn't entirely Thomas' fault, he had grown up in a generation where it wasn't okay, or normal to be gay. When he found out his only son had begun dating the Tweak's only son, he had been confused and shocked. However, (with some unknown help from Cartman's Cupid Me imaginary friend) he had soon come to grips with his son's homosexuality and continued to love Craig for how he was: gay Craig.

If only he knew.

Thomas had arrived home right as Tweek had dropped a plate setting the table (sending the blonde into a fit of apologizes) and now the family and Tweek, endured a moment of awkward silence. Poor Tweek was having a rough time just holding the silver wear. Thomas had grown used to hearing screaming and plates drop when Tweek was around, before it irked him that a nine-year-old boy couldn't hold a glass properly, but something inside him grew warm seeing his son softly assure Tweek he was fine and offering him a new cup of coffee.

"So, how was your day boys?" Thomas asked.

"Fine." Craig answered.

"Good, S-sir." Tweek twitched.

At least the kid is polite. Thomas thought to himself. He loved his son and always would, but he didn't know what he'd do if Craig were dating that blabber mouth Clyde, or god forbid the horrid Cartman woman's son, Eric. Thomas held back a shiver and faked a smile. "Good. . . good."

Laura cleared her throat. "Thomas. Tomorrow I'm taking Craig, Trisha and Tweek to the mall."

And Tweek? Thomas said nothing about the blonde boy tagging along but nodded, reaching into his wallet. For some strange reason, he's had urges to give Craig money. It's been happening for almost three years now and showing no signs of stopping. "Buy some frozen yogurt or something. Don't waste it on a game, Craig."

"I won't." Craig snorted, shoving the money in his pocket. Thomas noticed how Tweek's right hand and Craig's left were not at the table. He pretended to drop his fork and when he went down to pick it off the floor, his suspicions were confirmed: under the table hand holding.

Mr. Tucker dug into his wallet again, handing some cash to a startled Tweek.

"He'll buy a game, I know it. You're the more responsable one."

You'd think Mr. Tucker would pay attention to what freaks Tweek out. As that was not the right thing to say. Tweek began screaming. "AAAghah heheh! I can't take that kind of pressure. No, Sweet Jesus, ple-hehease!"


First chapter said and done.

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