I love writing Craig. It think he's by far my favourite 'cause he thinks and sounds like me.
Chapter Two: Craig
I've liked Tweek Tweak for years. It all started as a joke because of some dumb girls but then slowly turned to something else. Every time I saw him smile or heard him laugh, I sunk further and further into liking him. Then I woke up one day and knew I had to tell him. I had to make him know how I felt. It didn't come out quite the way I had meant to. "Go on a date with me on Saturday," I demanded like an idiot. Fuck, he made me so goddamn nervous. I couldn't think straight. I just needed him.
He said yes though. Well, didn't say it, but it was still a yes. I couldn't help myself. I needed contact. I needed to touch him, but holding his hands wasn't enough. I needed more. So, I kissed him. Then we got caught. Fucking pricks. They made such a big deal out of it, of course. Tweek panicked and I couldn't stop him before he disappeared.
As time went on, the feeling grew deeper and deeper. I always wanted to be near him. I wanted to kiss him anytime I saw him. I wanted him. Then Stan's party happened. Beer mixed with repressed feelings can be dangerous, apparently. I quickly realized that as I became increasingly needier of him. I tried my best to ignore the sensation. I kept to conversations with others but his presence next to me was heavy. I brushed my hand against the back of his neck when he was deep in thought but the heavy weight in my chest made me quickly pull away. It was a feeling I had before when I pinned him against my bed. It was a deep need to touch him, to kiss him, to fuck him. Ugh, stop it, Tucker. That's so fucking gay. Then I fucking touched him and I couldn't stop. I didn't mean to touch him but his hands began to tug at his hair and I couldn't stand seeing him hurt himself. It was mostly reflex. The skin on the back of his neck was soft.
I wonder if the rest of him is just as soft.
I groaned internally at the thought and it didn't go away. I had to know. I moved my hand from the back of his neck to his side. The skin above his pants? Yep, just as soft, if not softer. The beer was making my mind foggy. I was focusing on my words as I spoke to Butters but the thoughts that rolled in my head was making me hard. I don't know when my fingers moved inside his pants but I felt a hunger when I pressed my fingertips into the flesh and Tweek vibrated. I couldn't tell if it was his nerves or me, but I needed to know. I immediately got my answer when I turned his head. Wide baby blue eyes.
Fuck, he's beautiful.
"I'm fine!" he snapped at me and I could hear it in his voice. The nerves. The need. He would yell at me like that when I'd lean in to kiss him but stop just before our lips would touch and I'd say something about the way he shivered or blushed. He'd yell and then kiss me before he'd storm off on shaky legs. I loved it when he did that. It always sparked something inside me that wanted more.
Tweek coughed loudly when my hand moved again. His body shook as my hand moved around his hip so my fingertips pressed into the flesh of his ass cheek. I need him. I wanted to take him home immediately but I stopped myself when Stan suddenly asked me a question. It would seem too suspicious to just leave suddenly. I didn't remove my hand until everyone was starting to leave. Tweek was shaky on his legs. A mixture of alcohol and nerves, no doubt. I may have removed my hand from beneath his pants but I didn't stop touching him. I brushed my hand up his arm, along the back of his exposed neck, and even ran my fingers through his hair when we stood in front of Stan's house, his bright blue eyes stared at me with something I had only seen a few times before but never could figure out what it was.
"Come back to my house?" I asked. My voice was lower than usual. Tweek twitched. Some part of me kind of expected him to say no but he nodded.
"Try not to make him too sore, Tucker," Kenny whispered as he passed by me from behind.
I quickly snapped my head around to flip him off. He chuckled loudly. I grumbled a goodbye to everyone before I grabbed Tweek's hand and quickly stormed off into the dark with him trailing behind me. "Hey! Craig, slow down!" Tweek shouted as he shuffled to catch up to me. "N—No need to get in a hurry," he said with a small stutter as he slightly slurred his words.
You have no fucking clue, Tweeky boy.
We were both quiet as we walked hand in hand back to my house. The silence wasn't anything new. We both enjoyed the quiet, but this silence was full of tension. I know my grip on his hand was tight but I couldn't help it. My parents' car was parked in the driveway but the house was dark. We stepped inside and I let go of his hand so we could quietly take off our shoes to leave them by the door. Tweek was unbalanced. He swore under his breath as he struggled to remove his last sneaker and then groaned. I grabbed his hand again and pulled him towards the door to the basement. He was quiet. Weirdly quiet and twitchy. He entered the basement first to descend the stairs. I quietly shut the door at the top of the stairs behind me and followed.
"So, what do you want to do?" Tweek asked as he stood behind the large armchair with his back facing me.
He jumped and I quickly lifted a hand to cover his mouth to muffle the small screech that jumped from his throat. I was waiting for it. It was to be expected. Then, he moaned when I pressed my lower body against him and his body shuttered. "You," I growled and tilted his head to kiss the soft skin of his neck. He moaned into my hand and shook against my body. That heavy weight in my chest came back. His hand quickly grabbed my wrist to uncover his mouth and he gasped loudly.
"C—Craig!" he called out and I bit down on the space where his neck met with his shoulder. The noise that came from him sent a wave of pleasure directly into my crotch. It was fucking hot.
"Keep quiet," I pulled away to say before attacking his skin again.
I know that was an impossible task for him, but he tried. His fingers were digging into the back of the armchair as he pinched his lips together to keep the soft moans and whimpers quiet. I kept attacking every inch of skin that I could and then found that skin at his side again. He shivered at the touch as I moved my hand up underneath his shirt to find that hard nub that made him throw his head back against my shoulder.
"Ah, Craig—ngh—that—that feels good," Tweek groaned quietly as I gently pinched his hard nipple.
Touching him was easy with a clouded mind. My body moved and I enjoyed everything it touched. If it was him, that's all that mattered. I wanted all of him. Everything about him made me ache. "Tweek," I breathed against his neck and made him shiver. "Tweek, I love you."
Wait? WAIT! What the FUCK?!
We both froze. I quickly released him and stepped back. Tweek quickly spun around. His eyes were almost as wide as mine. Almost. We stood staring at each other. My mouth was gaped open and I tried to say something, fucking anything, but I couldn't fucking force anything through! God fucking dammit, just say something! The look of panic on his face was too much. One of us needed to say something.
"I—uh—," was all I managed before Tweek suddenly moved. His hands grabbed the collar of my shirt to pull me down to meet him in a kiss I had never experienced before. It was rough and needy. My hands immediately found their way into Tweek's hair to tease through the soft locks. Tweek was leading the drunken kiss. His lips moved and I felt his tongue quickly dart out to brush against my bottom lip. I shuttered against the touch that quickly disappeared. I grunted when Tweek suddenly shoved me back and held me as an arm's length. "Tweek?" I said with a flat tone as Tweek blinked rapidly. "Tweek, what—?"
A hand quickly covered his mouth and he turned to dart into the bathroom across the room. The door slammed shut and I could hear the muffled sounds of him vomiting on the other side. I let out a soft sigh and walked over to gently knock on the door. "Ngh, no, go away," Tweek groaned on the other side.
"Babe, let me in. I just want to make sure you're alright," I said with my hand pressed to the door.
Tweek moaned quietly. "No, I don't want you to see me like this," he answered stubbornly.
I sighed and turned to press my back against the door. My descent to the floor was less than graceful in my intoxicated state. I let out a loud sigh as I leaned my head back against the door and heard something beside me. I turned my head to look down and the ends of Tweek's thin fingers reached underneath the door. I couldn't help but smile as I touched my fingers to his.
He threw up one more time before he opened the bathroom door. I gently ran my fingers through his hair and kissed his sweat covered forehead. "Don't. I'm gross," Tweek groaned.
"I don't care," I replied and grabbed Tweek's hand to pull him forward. His legs were shaky underneath him. I moved slowly until we reached the couch. We laid facing each other as my back was pressed against the back of the couch. Tweek groaned as he buried his face in my chest. "You drank too much," I teased.
"Shut the fuck up," Tweek snapped. "I should go home."
"You're not going anywhere in your condition. You need to just sleep it off," I explained.
"I don't trust you," Tweek muttered against my chest.
I scoffed. "Ouch babe, that's mean," I replied. "Don't worry, you're too gross to touch." Tweek weakly punched me in the side. I grunted and wrapped my arm tighter around him to pull him closer. "Calm down, I'm just teasing you. Now, rest."
Tweek nodded against my chest. His soft breaths slowed and deepened as he fell asleep. It was always almost impossible to get him to sleep but the mix of alcohol and throwing up his guts must have tired him out. I closed my eyes as I listened to Tweek's soft snoring and let it gradually put me to sleep. I was still worked up. I wanted him, but something snapped after the words slipped from me.
Tweek, I love you.
I didn't mean to say it. It was like…word vomit. Stupid alcohol. Plus, his vomiting was kind of a turn off. I mean, he was still the most amazing thing I had ever seen, but I wasn't about to attack someone who was too drunk to keep his dinner inside his stomach.
"Hey," a voice broke through my sleep as something pressed against my cheek. I groaned as I opened my eyes. Tweek was crouched next to the couch poking my cheek. His face was set in an adorable scowl. He wasn't good at it.
"Morning, babe," I said in a groggy voice.
"Don't—ack!" Tweek yelled and his head twitched. "What the hell?"
He quickly stood and I sat up to rub my eyes. "Tweek? Honey?" I said in a low voice.
"You can't just—uh! Ah! Jesus, fuck!" he panicked. He was pacing and then his hands flew up into his hair.
"Hey!" I yelled as I quickly stood from the couch to stride over to him. "Don't—!"
Tweek smacked my approaching hand away as he took a step back. "I remember!" he shouted.
"Keep your voice down," I growled fearing his voice would travel up to the top level. I could guess by how dim the sunlight was from outside that it was still early. They wouldn't be awake yet.
"I remember what you said," Tweek snapped, his voice was low. Even through his frustration, he still at least listened to me. Can't say the same for me. "Did you mean it?"
"Did I—?" I started to ask but realized what exactly he was asking. I took a step back, rubbed the back of my head, and looked away from the blonde's intense stare. He was shaking. I wanted to help him stop but the question he asked loomed between us. "Tweek, it's not—."
"Yes or no," Tweek snapped.
I lifted my gaze. Did he just fucking use my own words against me? Tweek held my gaze which was surprising. He usually looked away, too embarrassed and nervous to hold anyone's gaze. Holy shit. He's so cute right now.
"Yes or no?" he pressed harder.
"It's not that easy," I answered just as stubbornly.
Tweek scowled and stomped his foot. "It is! Either you love me or you don't!" he snapped, struggling to keep his voice quieted in his anger.
"No, it's not, because I said that last night when we both drunk and I'm not counting it," I snapped back a bit louder than I had meant to. Tweek's eyebrows were set together. He was waiting for more. I groaned loudly. "Okay, look, I am not going to let that be the first time I said that to you. I'm not going to let right now be the time I say it either. I'm going to say it when I really mean it and it's right."
"You can't—ngh! It doesn't work like that," Tweek snapped.
"Yes, it does. I take back what I said," I explained as I crossed my arms over my chest.
"You can't take it back!" Tweek screeched.
"I can and I just did," I replied stubbornly. Tweek stepped towards me, closing the distance to get in my face. His scowl was actually set properly in anger but he still looked adorable. I held back the smirk that tried to move my lips.
"Ugh! You're so damn stubborn!" he growled.
I held his intense gaze for a moment before I quickly leaned forward and kissed him. I kept my arms crossed over my chest and Tweek kept his arms stiff at his sides. Stubborn. That was the perfect way to describe the both of us. I pulled away from the kiss and grinned wide.
"You wanna know what I remember?" I asked and Tweek's eyebrows furrowed together again. "The noise you made last night," I answered and Tweek's entire body twitched. I lifted my hand to move his collar to grin at the mark from where I bit him. My teeth marks were distinct surrounded by new bruises from the pierced skin. "Well, it looks like you're officially mine now since I've branded you."
"That—That's not funny!" Tweek stuttered.
He was blushing. Just the top of his cheeks, but it was a blush nonetheless. "If you weren't blushing, I may believe you were mad," I mentioned and Tweek sputtered nonsensical words but stopped when I kissed him on the cheek. "Enough babe, let's get some breakfast."
"Uh—," Tweek hummed as I turned.
"You should probably brush your teeth first though. You smell like vomit."
I'll admit, I took back what I said more out of pride than anything. My stupid brain said it, not me. I mean, I didn't even know if I actually…did. Love him? Fuck, that's so gay. Whatever. I held out for a while. Until my seventeenth birthday. Two years. It took me two years until it finally came out of me when I was absolutely sure.
"What?" I asked as I looked over my textbook.
We were sitting on one of those benches in the window in the library on the second level. I had one leg behind Tweek so he could rest against it and the other was laid across his lap with his textbook on top. Tweek was holding on to a travel mug of coffee I bought him from the cafeteria before we started to study.
"After school tomorrow, meet me by Kenny's truck," Tweek repeated himself. It wasn't as if I hadn't heard him the first time, but it caught me off guard. Whenever Kenny would come over after school we'd pile into his truck, so it wasn't a strange idea, but what was strange was the tone in Tweek's voice.
"Something wrong?" I couldn't help but ask.
Tweek shook his head quickly. "No, just do it," he replied sternly.
I nodded in agreement. Tweek smiled but didn't take his eyes off his textbook. There was a large tree outside the window which blocked most of the sun but small spots managed to break through into the large room. One of those spots landed directly on Tweek. His yellow hair burned bright and the skin on the back of his neck glowed. I couldn't help myself, I had to touch it. I gently brushed my fingers against the skin and Tweek's body went rigid. He quickly spun his head around and I grinned. The wide-eyed look he gave me slowly changed to a wide smile. I cupped my hand against the back of his neck as I leaned forward and gently kissed his cracked lips. It was a quick kiss and then I sat back against the wall to continue studying.
The next day I waited against Kenny's truck with my phone out to scroll through my Facebook lazily. They were taking their sweet ass time.
"Looking good, Tucker," Kenny's voice suddenly called out and I lifted my hand to flip him off without looking up from my phone.
"Close your eyes," Tweek suddenly said.
I looked up from my phone. He was standing in front of me, his lips set in a tight line as he stared at me. I cocked an eyebrow. "Why?" I asked.
Tweek shook his head. "You don't get to ask why. Just close your eyes," he demanded. He was cute when he was trying so hard to be serious. "And stop thinking I'm cute."
I grinned but chose to follow his order rather than fight him anymore. I was curious to know what he was doing. I shoved my phone into my pocket as I closed my eyes and heard something move. Rustling of fabric and then something soft brushed against the top of my cheeks. I opened my eyes in a panic to see black.
"What—? Tweek, uh—," I said in a panicked voice that I know was totally not cool.
"Relax dude, just trust him," Kenny's voice suddenly said.
"Lean forward, I can't reach," Tweek ordered in a calm voice. He was weirdly calm. I leaned forward until my forehead touched his shoulder. He was warm. He finished tying the fabric around my eyes and made sure it was tight before he lightly patted my shoulders. "Good to go."
"Go, where?" I asked.
Tweek made a disapproving noise. Kenny's truck door opened with a groan and Tweek helped me inside without smacking my head off anything. I slid across the seat until I felt a body. Kenny. "Nice blindfold," Kenny teased.
"If you touch me, I will break every bone in your body," I warned in a low growl. He would enjoy blindfolds, I just knew it.
Kenny chuckled. "Don't worry, I won't touch ya. I may fear you but I'm fucking terrified of Tweek. When you add batshit crazy to strength you get a goddamn typhoon," he explained. The bench shifted on the other side of me. Tweek. He shut the door and exhaled. There was a small shake to his breath. I shifted away from Kenny and pressed my leg against Tweek. "Ready to go?"
"Go, where?" I asked again more for my amusement than anything.
Tweek hit me in the chest and I let out a soft grunt. "Stop asking," he demanded.
I chuckled and settled into the seat as Kenny turned on the truck. I kept my eyes closed behind the fabric. It was too thick to see through anyways. The lack of sight made all my other senses heightened, especially to the warmth to my right. Tweek was vibrating next to me. It was strange but Tweek had different kind of vibrations. There was his nervous vibration, his angry vibration, and his excited vibration. This one was his excited vibration. Wherever we were going, he was excited and that made me excited.
We weren't going to either of our houses. We were going the wrong direction of my house and it was too far to be Tweek's. I was running different places through my head but I wouldn't know for sure until Kenny stopped the truck and put it in park. He didn't shut it off. "Have fun you two," he said as the passenger door creaked open. Tweek took my hand and led me across the bench to leave the truck. Tweek's hand trembled in mine as he led me across concrete.
"Tweek?" I called out. The fingers around my hand tightened.
"We're almost there. Just a bit longer," he replied.
He opened a door and we were inside, out of the cold. There was soft chatter around us. Tweek stopped. "Ah, hello! You're a bit early," a woman spoke.
"S—Sorry," Tweek replied worriedly.
"It's no problem, we have everything ready. Just head on in," the woman replied. Tweek pulled on my hand again and we were walking again. Another door opened. When it shut everything went silent.
"Tweek?" I called out again with my voice lowered.
Tweek let go of my hand and I have to admit, it made me nervous, but I wouldn't show. I could hear him move around to stand behind me. His hands brushed against my skin as he grabbed the fabric around my eyes to remove it. I had to blink a few times to get my focus back but when it did, my entire face gaped. My mouth fell open and my eyes went wide. We were standing in a round room that could seat about ten people but Tweek and I were the only ones there. The dome ceiling reflected lights to mimic stars in bright constellations. I quickly spun around and Tweek grinned at me.
"We've got the whole room for two hours. Happy birthday, Craig," he said cheerfully. My hands twitched at my sides. I need to touch him. I closed the space between us and my arms wrapped around him. It was a tight hug. He let out a soft grunt as I pulled him close and he was standing on his toes. He closed his arms around my waist and nestled his face against my chest. The hug lasted until Tweek started to pat my back. "Can't…breathe," he gasped into my chest.
I let go and we sat in two of the large chairs that reclined all the way back to watch the dancing lights above us. Tweek wasn't shaking anymore as I held onto his hand. Anything that had to do with the sky fascinated me. Stars, constellations, the moon, all of it was what I loved. It was the only thing I took the time to care about, besides Tweek.
I wasn't sure how much time had passed, I was lost watching the constellations move and shift above us, before Tweek suddenly shifted beside me. He let go of my hand to move over the arm rest between us. I shifted over as far as I could so we could share the one seat and he could rest up against me. "Are you enjoying your present?" he asked as he rested his head on my shoulder and watched the ceiling.
I nodded. "How did you pull it off?" I asked curiously.
"M—My dad helped," he answered and I pulled him closer to me. His body shivered as my hand moved over his hip.
"It's amazing, babe," I whispered and turned my head to press a kiss in his hair. He shivered again. Something was bothering him. I could feel it. "Are you okay?"
Tweek shifted again and was suddenly looming over me, the stars behind his head as his soft blue eyes stared at me. He straddled my waist with his hands on my cheeks as he leaned down to press his lips to mine. It was soft, warm, and a little nervous. I put my hands on his hips and he went rigid before he settled into the touch. I lifted my head to press harder into the kiss but Tweek quickly pulled away.
"Hmm," he hummed as he looked around nervously. He wouldn't look at me. I took my hands away from his hips to rest them on his cheeks.
"Tweek, what's bothering you?" I asked.
Tweek's head twitched in response. "Ugh, I—I lo—hmm," he struggled and my mouth slowly turned up into a smile.
Sneaky bastard. "Tweek," I interrupted to press my thumb into the flesh under his eye. "I love you."
Tweek's eyes widened and he rapidly shook his head. "Are you fucking drunk again?" he shrieked.
I stopped his shaking head and pulled him down to look at me. "I'm not drunk, Tweek. I'm in love with you," I explained and moved my hand to run my fingers through his hair. So soft.
"Ack! Don't—Don't make fun of me! It—It's not funny, Craig!" Tweek screeched.
"Tweek, babe, calm the fuck down," I snapped as I gently shook his head. "I'm not making fun of you. I'm serious. Now, can we enjoy the rest of my birthday present?"
Tweek was hesitant but nodded and laid back down at my side to nestle his face against my chest. When our time was up, we stepped back out into the cold and Tweek shivered against the breeze. I reached up to take off my blue chullo hat and stepped in front of Tweek to pull it over his head.
"You're gonna get cold," Tweek said with wide eyes.
I shrugged my shoulders. "I'll be fine," I replied with my hands shoved into the pockets of my coat. "So, where to now?"
"I'm supposed to ask you that!" Tweek yelled.
I loved seeing him wear my hat. His messy blonde hair stuck out from underneath and almost covered his eyes that were almost the same colour as the fabric. "Let's go back to my house," I suggested. Tweek nodded. I turned to start to walk when I felt his hand suddenly slid into my pocket to grab mine. I turned my head to look down at him and he looked away. "It—It's warm."
I grinned and continued with our fingers entwined together. My house was far but the walk was nice. It was quiet. We knocked the snow off our boots before we kicked them off. I pushed off my coat when Tweek suddenly spoke up.
"Where's your family?" he asked curiously.
"Tricia's at a sleepover and mom and dad are away," I answered. Tweek was silent and it was eerie. I turned to look at him and he was staring at me with a sad expression. "What's that look for?"
"It's your birthday," Tweek said and I lifted an eyebrow. "You were going to be alone for your birthday?"
I chuckled as I hung up my coat and then turned to face him again. "No, because I've got you," I replied and saw Tweek's cheeks redden. I grabbed the zipper of his coat to pull it down and then pushed it off him to hang it up. I grabbed his hand to lead him downstairs into the basement. "Let's watch a movie. I think my dad bought a new one yesterday."
"No," Tweek said. I turned away from the stack of movies next to the television to face Tweek. He was standing in front of the couch as he played with the hem of his shirt. His hands were shaking and he stared at the floor.
"No?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowed together. "Well, what do you want to do?"
Tweek squeezed his eyes shut. He let go of his shirt as he lifted his head and opened his eyes. "Y—You!" he shouted. I froze. Holy shit, did—did he just say that? "I—mm—oh! Shit!"
I was suddenly in front of him, my hands grabbing the flaps of my hat he still wore. Tweek squeaked when our lips crashed together. I pulled the hat off him to toss it aside and then went to work unbuttoning his shirt. Tweek shuttered when my fingers brushed against his skin. I felt a hesitant tongue reach out to move over my lips and I instinctively moved away.
"Ah! S—Sorry, I didn't—ah, dammit!" he panicked and I popped the last button.
"Enough," I growled.
Tweek yelped and held on tightly to my shirt as he fell backwards. We were both panting lightly as I knelt over him. His blonde hair splayed around his head like a bright halo as he clutched tightly onto my shirt. My hands were pressed against the couch on the sides of his head to keep me looming over him.
"Nervous?" I asked with a wide, crooked grin.
Tweek scowled as best as he could. His grip tightened on my shirt and pulled me back down to kiss him again. His tongue darted out again and I didn't move away. Instead, I parted my lips and met my tongue against his. My head was spinning at the soft touches and warmth. Tweek let go of my shirt and move his hands down to grab the bottom. He gave it a few tugs before I realized what he wanted. We disconnected our kiss so I could sit up and help him remove my shirt over my head. The shirt rustled to the floor and I looked down to see Tweek's eyes glued to my torso. The intense stare made a lump form in my throat. I tried to force it down with a swallow. Thin fingers moved up to touch the skin above my jeans and I shivered. His fingers were cold. He snapped out of whatever daze he was in when I grabbed his hand and lifted it to my face to kiss his palm.
"Ngh! That tickles!" he yelled.
I grinned against the soft skin of his hand and held it to my cheek. "You really want this, babe?" I asked. Tweek hummed and nodded. I let go of his hand to place mine back on the couch beside his head. "Are you sure?"
Tweek's eyebrows furrowed together. His hands grabbed the sides of my hips and pulled me down. His legs wrapped around my thighs to press his crotch against mine. I let out a low moan and leaned down to kiss him again. Tongues wrestled to move along teeth and lips and then his ran along the roof of my mouth. I couldn't help but moan again. Holy fuck, that was hot. I pulled away and moved down to kiss the skin of his neck. Tweek squeaked, his lips pinched together tightly. I placed soft kisses along his neck to his collarbone and then licked my lips before I bit down on his shoulder.
"Ah! C—Craig!" he shouted with a mix of pain and pleasure in his tone.
I sucked at the skin before I moved away leaving a bright red mark on the perfect beige skin. "You enjoyed that," I teased and Tweek bit his bottom lip painfully. I was worried he'd break skin. "Hey," I whispered as I moved my hand to touch his cheek. "Try to relax. I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to do."
"Wait!" Tweek shouted and I quickly moved my hand away from his face. He caught it and I could feel how much he was trembling. "I—I don't want you to stop, I just—uh—I have to say something." His eyes were wide. I nodded in understanding. Whatever it was, it was important. "I wanted to say it f—for your birthday," he explained with a shaky voice. My head tilted slightly. "Ah! I had it all planned in my head and I ruined it!" he shouted as he rubbed his knuckles against his temples.
"Say it now," I pressed impatiently.
Tweek stopped rubbing nervously and lifted his hands to cover my eyes. "I don't want you to see me while I say it!" he shouted. I hated having my eyesight taken from me again but he needed this so I would oblige to his wish. "Mm, I—I love you too. I've loved you for a—uh—a long time now."
Happiness and warmth rushed through me. My lips widened in a smile that I couldn't hold back. His hands continued to cover my eyes as I leaned down and found his lips again. Even through the dark I would find him.
No matter what, I would always find my way back to him.
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