Craig lay on his back, breathing hard, finally letting his thoughts catch up to him. Ok, so maybe he occasionally had thoughts about doing things with Tweek. Bad, immoral things. That turned him on more than he cared to admit. Maybe he loved the feeling of Tweek's soft hair against his face. But everybody had intrusive thoughts sometimes. It didn't mean anything necessarily. Craig thought of the gay people he knew and shuddered. Mr. Garrison was a crazy fanatical orange loon that was running for president. He was positive he wasn't anything like Mr. Garrison. Was he? No, he wasn't that bad. Mr. Slave and Big Gay Al were pretty cool, but Craig wasn't really anything like them either. So he couldn't be gay. Gay guys liked picking out flowers, or shoving gerbils up their asses. He liked playing football and taking care of Stripe and cooking. Was cooking gay? He would have to stop doing that.
He couldn't explain away his feelings for Tweek, though. Every time he saw the other boy, a smile and a hundred emotions rose up to his head. He wanted to protect Tweek, and make sure that he was ok. He wanted to hold him, and to tell him all of his secrets. He wanted to kiss him up against a wall, feeling him grow hard… in a platonic way. Damnit, that wasn't very platonic at all. Ok, so maybe he liked Tweek. He did like Tweek. A lot. But that didn't mean he was gay. He didn't have to like BOYS, just Tweek. Tweek was just his person. Craig smiled at this realisation. It was ok to like a boy. Just not all boys.
Then he frowned again. But Tweek didn't like him like that. He had been so eager to find a cure for their homosexual thoughts. He never really initiated contact, he just went along with what Craig wanted to do. Craig felt unbearably guilty for a moment, thinking about how he might have made Tweek do things he didn't want to do against his will. If he had hurt Tweek, even accidentally, he didn't think he'd ever be able to forgive himself. The best thing to do was probably just to end their friendship, for Tweek's sake.
He looked up, startled, as the noise of a crowd hit him. The street in front of him was filled with an angry mob, chasing someone down the lane. He saw the orange mass at their head, and realized it was Mr. Garrison. He frowned in confusion as they ran past him, not noticing the teenager laying down watching them. Craig heard one of them yell something about grabbing Garrison by the pussy, but he couldn't make out any other words. He shook his head, amused. Leave it to Garrison to get a mob following to try to kill him. Then the stragglers of the mob passed, and the smile fell from Craig's face as he noticed Tweek across the street from him, watching the same parade he had been watching.
Tweek walked over to him the way one would approach an injured animal. Slowly, with his hands up, he headed towards Craig, sitting in the grass near him when he was about three feet away. Those gorgeous blue eyes were staring at him, and Craig looked away in shame.
"I'm sorry, Tweek. I never meant to get you tangled up in this. I just wanted to be normal again."
"Craig, this is m-my normal. I've known I was gay for a while now. Ever-ever since the fake breakup we did to get the Asians to leave us alone. Y-you woke something up in me. You m-make me want to be brave, and w-want to t-try. You calm me down, but I-I'm still so excited to be around y-you. I w-want to help you with everything you're going through, C-Craig," his big blue eyes were shining, and he wasn't twitching very much. Craig thought about how beautiful he was.
He didn't normally think of guys as beautiful, but Tweek, well. His eyes shone out from his messy curtain of golden blond hair, and he almost looked like a fairy, sitting in the grass like that.
"Tweek, this whole relationship, everything has been fake. We got thrown together by some meddling asshole. That doesn't mean we're meant to be together," Craig said. He quickly added, "And I'm not gay."
"I know what this relationship was," Tweek said, stubbornly sticking out his jaw. His voice was steadier than Craig had ever heard it be before. "But I also know you now. I know that you have feelings underneath your act. I know you care about Stripe, and your sister."
Craig nodded slightly, acknowledging his point. "Having feelings doesn't make me gay, Tweek."
Tweek chuckled a little. "Kissing someone the way you kiss me… well a straight guy wouldn't do that, Craig. Look, you might not be ready for this. You might not want this at all. Maybe you could keep hunting for a cure for being gay. But this is who I am, Craig. And just so you know, I-I think I'm in love with you."
Craig's heart exploded at that, and the last bits of restraint he had been hanging on to were suddenly gone. He sat up and scooted closer to Tweek.
"I'm not gay. I just like you," he warned, staring Tweek down. "And that could change. I don't know how long gay feelings usually last for straight people."
Tweek grinned mischievously, as if knowing he was making progress. "How much do you like me?"
Craig sighed. "Fine. Tweek, I think I love you too. But that doesn't mean-" The rest of his sentence was cut off, as the blond leaped on top of him, pushing Craig into the grass as he kissed him. Tweek's hands were buried in Craig's hair, and Craig's hands had found Tweek's ass again, feeling less guilty about it this time as he groped the shorter boy, loving the feeling of Tweek pressing down against him, moving with him, loving him. They were in a very public place, he realized, but he didn't care. He kissed Tweek like the world was ending. Like Tweek was the only other person in the world. He let himself get lost in Tweek, holding him tighter than he ever had before. Tweek was his anchor and his wings, and he was the only person that mattered. And he didn't have to be gay to fall in love with someone like Tweek. Who wouldn't, afterall?
After a few moments, Tweek got up and pulled him to his feet. "W-want to go play with Stripe?"
Craig grinned, happier than he could remember feeling. "Yeah, you've got to learn how to hold him today. Come on."
He grabbed Tweek's hand in a pretty gay way, and started leading them back towards his house. Tweek wasn't twitching at all, and he looked content. A couple ahead of them was whispering behind their hands and smiling at the two boys. Tweek raised his free hand up into a gesture that he'd never made before, and Craig raised his own middle finger high in solidarity, proud of his… boyfriend? Lover? But not gay lover, of course. The couple stopped smiling, and averted their eyes. Craig could have sworn he heard a voice from far below the streets saying "Awww," so he flipped the general direction of hell off, just in case Satan was getting any more meddling ideas.
The two carried on, holding each other up by the hand, finally together in more than just a farce. Craig said a quick prayer of thanks to the Asians for the stupid drawings they had done. He opened the door to his house and led his Tweek upstairs for some very important guinea pig tending.
