I already published the first 3 Chapters of this fic on Ao3.

Just a bit Creek, a bit angst, some lemon and drama. It'll be not the best fic, bc english is only my foreign language haha.

But I have a lot of fun writing about them. Hope you enjoy anyway o/.

PoV Tweek

It was a normal day in the quiet mountain town South Park. As normal as a day in South Park could be, of course.

Tweek, a blonde, shaky boy of average high stood by his mirror trying to fix his messy hair into a kinda suited style for a party. He wanted to look good. Not for himself or the people on this party. No. He wanted to look good for Craig. His still fake-boyfriend.

They pretended for 7 years now. 7 whole years of not telling anyone they weren't really together. It was hard. Especially when you developed feelings for that person. When you felt the way of those feelings change. When you wanted to do things with this person, you never thought about as a kid.

He always kinda knew, that he was gay. He had denied it of course, but he had never been interested in any girls. Every boy had at least one crush during elementary school. His crush was Craig. Not a girl, but Craig. The boy who was always flipping off someone and who didn't care for anyone but his guinea pig, Stripe.

That was until the town decided to ship the two of them. They didn't really had a choice. Their plan with the fake break up was a huge failure and Tweek only managed to hurt Craig's feelings. Something he never wanted to do. It came just with the flow.

He made up with him after all. Although Tweek never expected Craig to forgive him, even pretending with him together for the town's sake.

And now they were at their senior year at high school. Still pretending. Still telling everyone, every day lies about their relationship. They never even kissed before. Only holding hands or a short smooch on the cheek to make themselves kind off believable.

And with the time going on, Tweek's feelings for Craig grew. It wasn't a harmless crush anymore. Nope. He was totally and head over heels in love with the dark haired boy.

It all began spreading with puberty. His first wet dream was at the age of 12. And of course it had to be a dream about Craig. Nothing really spectacular, only a sweet picnic with Craig under a full moon. When he suddenly leaned in and kissed Tweek on the lips. He woke up with a bunch of butterflies swirling in his whole body while his pants were soaked.

The morning after, the twitchy kid just hid his pajama in the laundry. Hoping his mother would just throw the clothes right into the washer without looking through.

And now he stood before a even bigger problem. A party with almost every teenager in town. With litres of alcohol and he would meet Craig in only ten minutes to go there. Tweek knew Craig would drink something. So would Tweek. Not as much as Craig usually does, but enough to be drunk. Enough to make the mistake of letting his true feelings shine trough. Somehow he wanted to confess to Craig. Not that he wanted them to be drunk, but he was way too scared to do it sober.

Lost in thoughts the blonde didn't even heard the doorbell ringing, nor his mother greeting the awaited guest, who was on his way up the stairs to the boy's room.

Without knocking he entered the messy place of his friend. Seeing him half dressed staring at the ceiling while clutching his shaking fingers together.

"Tweek? U alright?",

said Craig in his monotone voice, but with a slight hint of concern for the spazy teen. Only when he heard the spoken words, Tweek seemed to notice the presence of the boy with the chullo hat.

Even after all this years he wore almost every time one of those hats. Not always plain blue. Sometimes with little patterns as stripes or different shades of blue. Tweek thought he looked really good with them. And it suited his mostly dark clothing. Today he whore with the hat a blue hoodie jacket that was zipped open and underneath a black shirt with a white hand flipping off.

The blonde snickered as he saw that. Some habits never change. Craig still loved to flip off people instead of actually speaking to them.

"Are you eventually talking to me or do you want to continue staring at me smiling like an idiot?"

As Tweek looked at the one who had spoken once more, he saw a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Y-yeah sorry, Craig. I was j-just spacing out a little."

His hand twitched. The anxiety never left him, but he learned to control himself more and more with the years passing by. Still there were still moments when he couldn't help but be nervous. And this evening was definitely a reason to be anxious.

"You want me to help you?"

Craig stepped closer to Tweek, pointing his finger to his bare chest. He had forgotten to close his shirt. Well, it wasn't a big deal anyway, because Craig had always been by his side, to help him dress. As a kid he was too shaky to make with own effort. Now he managed to dress himself without messing up everything, but Craig continued to do it whenever he was present when it happened.

He only managed to nod while gulping and feeling the heat turning right to his face.

The tall boy was now so close, Tweek could hear him breathe quietly. His light blue-grey eyes gazing at him calmly while fiddling with his fingers on the blonde's shirt to button it up. Craig's cold fingertips were brushing against the soft skin of his chest and thousands of butterflies were swarming through his trembling, skinny body. Tweek looked away in embarrassment. He just couldn't handle the caring glaze of Craig right into his dark green eyes. As Craig finished up he cleared his throat and Tweek believed he just saw a slight hint of a blush on the lightly tanned skin.

"Wanna go?"

He held his hand in Tweek's direction, grabbing it tight as the shaky boy took it and relaxed a bit.

While holding hands, they walked down the stairs and left the house while shouting 'goodbye' to Tweek's parents who were apparently sitting in the living room watching tv.

The cold, fresh air hit them as they stepped outside. Craig gently smiled at Tweek as he said:

"Let's get this shit behind us."

The boy with the messy hair nodded and grinned back at him. He hoped this evening wouldn't be as bad as he thought.