You know, I'd love to be sorry for making this super fluffy, but I'm not.
Craig shot a text off to his father saying he was finished and he would be waiting by the car. The mall was practically deserted despite the fact it was only about seven. Craig felt confident enough to reach out and brush his hand against Tweek's cheek. They began to walk to Thomas' car, who responded that he was with Tweek's father, and they should just wait together.
"I'm sorry about before, I didn't mean to be dragged off here."
"It's okay. Really. I should've- I don't know. Said something, maybe? We're together now, so I guess that's all that matters." Craig smiled. When they had reached the doors to the dark parking lot and walked outside, Tweek reached for Craig's hand, who squeezed his in return. Tweek stood close to Craig, who could not help but notice how uncomfortable Tweek looked.
"Tweek, you're never this quiet. What's wrong?" Tweek leaned more so into Craig, who spoke in a tone barely higher than a whisper. Craig struggled to hear him over the howling winter wind.
"Clyde and Token want us to wear these outfits to school tomorrow. What are people going to think? Oh God! What are they going to say! Some people already look at us differently, now when they see us dressed in pink and with our hair like this, the rumors are going to get worse! Jesus man, I can't handle that kind of pressure! I don't want the rumors to start up again!" Tweek dropped Craig's hand and promptly reached for his hair. Predicting this, as he was quite familiar with Tweek's mannerisms, he grabbed both Tweek's hands, pulled the boy in close, and kissed each hand.
Tweek lowered his right hand, but grabbed on to Craig with his left.
"It's a little odd, but did you see all the guys at the mall? They're all flaming gay men now, I suppose."
"You couldn't have come to terms when this before Clyde undressed you?" Tweek looked bitterly to the ground, and Craig laughed, desperately wanting to ruffle Tweek's hair.
"I tried to stop him, I swear! Besides, you couldn't have done it if you tried."
"Yes I could." He lowered his voice and sounded a little offended. Tweek tended to avoid topics he had trouble with, being intimate- he shuddered inwardly at that word- was one of those topics. He was quick to change the subject.
"I saw your dad. He was gay too." Craig's jaw fell slack.
"No way, man." Thomas was a total homophobe.
"Yep. He and my dad were walking out of Banana Republic together."
"Well why didn't you say anything!" Craig was frustrated, but couldn't raise his voice to Tweek.
"I thought you knew." This was not right. Why was everyone acting like this? Yeah, so there were a few new TV shows, could that really make everyone so…tolerant? Especially so quickly?
"And before you showed up today, we ran into Stan, Kenny and Cartman, too. Everyone's gay now, dude." Something is very wrong. This is South Park. It was filled with redneck homophobes! Why are they acting like this?
Craig couldn't reason with it. He kept going in circles in his mind. Maybe people in South Park were just idiots enough to believe whatever they heard.
"Why is this happening?"
"Does it matter? Maybe people will treat us differently. We won't have to hide," Tweek sounded so passionate about not being made fun of. "I don't want to keep acting like I'm not crazy about you. You don't know how hard for me that is, Craig! Last week, I was walking past you, and you winked at me," Tweek threw his hands up, and Craig laughed at the memory. "I almost lost it and I wanted to," Tweek stopped.
He went too far. Craig's going to judge him now, dammit!
Craig laughed again, and swung Tweek around, who was shaking mostly because of his nerves than the coldness of the empty parking lot.
Craig was about two heads higher than Tweek, and placed his hand on the back of Tweek's head, leaning him onto his chest.
"Tell me, Tweek." Craig was holding Tweek's head over his heart.
"Erm… Well…Nngh Craig! You just can't do that to me!"
"You know what I mean. Tell me what you wanted." Craig could be seductive when he wanted, and his voice was like cream in coffee.
"I've said too much." Tweek mumbled as he tried to wiggle free. Craig moved Tweek's head up in front of him, bent down and placed a deep, slow kiss on his forehead.
He felt Tweek sigh against his chest and melted into Craig. He dropped Craig's hand and wrapped his arms around his waist. Craig did the same, pulled them together, and moved the kiss to Tweek's lips.
Tweek only had trouble talking about his feelings; he could show them with no effort. He was a touchy-feely kind of person, and was not ashamed in the slightest. He enjoyed holding hands when walking, or should he be in a close conversation with someone, he would place a hand on their arm, leg, or be touching them as they sat side-by-side. It made everything more sincere, more real, and if Tweek needed anything, it was assurance of reality.
People thought it was weird, and yes, gay (that's where the rumors came from), but Tweek never thought like that. He never has. He's the most fucked up person in in town. If he knows anything, it's that people shouldn't be judged, especially since he's been there. Sexuality has always been something he never understood. He's never been really attracted to anyone, but when Craig came along, he remembers that day well, everything changed.
He didn't see him as just some guy he hung out with sometimes, but as a soul. A beautiful soul Tweek has been fascinated by. It never mattered that they were both guys.
Tweek has always been embarrassed of these thoughts. He has never admitted them to anyone, and probably never would. It all seems so melodramatic in retrospect. Out of the blue, when Tweek was about 15, he just let go of everything he was supposed to feel towards people and just let himself see Craig. And the rest is history.
Tweek didn't think that Craig was that dramatic. For the longest time, Tweek thought he wasn't attracted to anyone. When you're that apathetic about literally everything, it isn't hard to imagine. Craig refused to talk about it, which Tweek was okay with.
So Tweek figured, Craig was just the horny bastard every seventeen year old was, and didn't mind Tweek's constant affection.
It surely explains why the two boys were making out in a dark parking lot behind the South Park Mall, wearing super gay clothes.
Tweek backed Craig into the car behind him, not for a second breaking the kiss. Tweek forcefully straddled Craig's left knee, and began to grind slightly against him.
Craig moaned softly against Tweek's lips, who responded by deepening the kiss. Tweek moved his hands to Craig's hair, slightly mussing it.
Craig's hands began to wander, as they usually did, down to Tweek's waist. This was nothing new, but Tweek wouldn't let Craig do anything without clothes.
That damn tease.
Tweek didn't like that Craig wouldn't be affectionate with him in public. They both didn't want to be seen kissing in public, but the least he could do would to respond to Tweek with the little arm touches he always does. Even such a little gesture bothered Craig. Tweek loved Craig, but couldn't always trust his intentions. Perfect example, they're making out in a parking lot, in the dark, in the middle of winter.
"We're on the street." Tweek broke away, eyeing up a few people near the end of the block.
"You're the one on my leg!" Tweek immediately took a step back.
"Tweek, I don't care. Don't ruin my mood." Craig stepped forward, cupped Tweek's face in his hands, and resumed passionately kissing him. Craig always thought that Tweek's tongue was too frantic and impatient, yet he let him maintain control of their very wet kiss as Craig's hands began to slip to the inside of Tweek's pants
"Ngh-stop! Craig there are people around!"
"I'm not going to do anything. Stop talking and kiss me, Tweekers." Craig's eyes were closed. He placed his cheek atop Tweek's head.
Tweek was speechless. Craig only called him Tweekers when he was in a very good mood, or when he was trying to be sexy and to seduce Tweek. He figured it was the latter as Craig had called him Tweekers not five hours prior.
Tweek didn't verbally say his pet names to Craig, but he used them in his thoughts. He feared that he would laugh at him.
"Are you suggesting that if we weren't in public…?" That was normal. Horny bastard, remember? Tweek boasted more self-control than Craig, but was often accused of just being a tease.
"Craig don't – don't pressure me, man!" Craig sighed. He loved Tweek, as hard as it (and he) was, goddammit he did. He's never said it aloud, only because he doesn't know where Tweek stands.
Love is complicated. It cannot be helped.
"Uh sure, I mean no, sorry. Um, we need to get going to Token's" Clyde started walking back towards the mall. Where was his dad? He texted him at least half an hour ago, and he was starting to get cold.
"No, Craig! Wait!" Tweek was struggling to match his long strides. He grabbed his hand.
"What did I do?" He pulled him to a stop.
"Nothing. We just gotta go meet Clyde and Token, and I'm cold." Craig held out his hand, and Tweek took it, who squeezed firmly.
As they did, they shared a loving smirk, and just as they turned into the lane that would lead to the mall doors, they came face to face with a flaming Thomas Tucker, speaking with an equally flamboyant Richard Tweak. The boys stopped dead, frozen, and couldn't drop hands, so they held on to each other as if for dear life.
That wasn't meant to be a dramatic ending, I just wanted to finish the chapter under 2k words, and I wanted to focus mainly on Craig and Tweek.