7 - Craig Tucker's Drag Race

"You know Tweek's going to flip his shit if he sees that bruise."

Craig sighed, pushing his hair down over his eyes. "Maybe I can become an emo kid for a few days. Stan did that once."

"Seriously?" Ken snorted.

"Maybe not."

"Here!" Kenny called, and something flew past the noirette's face. "You were supposed to catch it, ya know."

Craig bent over and picked up the thing that had been thrown at him, reading the label and asking, "Foundation?"

"My sister doesn't believe in concealer, so that's the best we've got."

"No way dude, I'm not wearing makeup. That's-"

"-gay?" Kenny giggled. "Like you're not."

Craig rolled his eyes and tugged his hat on. "I'm not."

"Then what's the deal with Tweekers?"

Craig didn't answer, just busied himself with tying his torn-up shoes. Kenny did have a point. Craig had never gotten attached to anyone so quickly as he did to Tweek. Something just drew him to the twitchy blonde, and he felt like there was nothing that could change that.

Kenny waved the beauty blender in front of the noirette's face. "Come on~" he chirped. "I know you don't like makeup, but Tweek will worry."

"Fine." Craig crossed his arms over his chest as the boy in the orange hoodie dabbed liquid foundation over his eye. "Ow. The fuck?"

"Well I'm putting it over a bruise dumbass. Did you think it would just heal everything?"

Craig huffed and bit his lip as the blonde patted on more foundation, doing his best to cover the bruise. "Are you done yet?"

"Almost. Hold on. So fucking impatient."

"I'm so glad this is a teacher work day. Cartman would give me so much hell if he figured out about this."

Kenny hummed his agreement and screwed the lid back onto the foundation. "There you go."

Craig admired Ken's handiwork in the bathroom mirror. His face was a bit paler than normal, but the bruise was barely visible, and that was what mattered.

"Do you think this dress make my ass look fat?" Kenny called in a way-too-accurate falsetto.

The noirette turned to see him posing in the doorway, one hand on his hip and one in his perfect synthetic hair. Craig snorted. "Yeah."

"Perfect."

The pair rode their bikes up to the coffee shop to find Tweek, collecting Butters on their way. Craig liked the effect Butters had on Ken, the way he sort of kept the boy on his toes, trying to be polite so as not to scare off the fragile little ballerino. Even though Kenny hadn't specifically mentioned it, it was obvious he liked Butters. It just kind of sucked that Butters didn't know that Kendria was genderfluid and had a dick.

"Tweek!" Craig called into the coffee shop, and the twitchy boy snapped to attention with a yelp. "Come on, me, Kendria, and Butters are all going to hang out at the park."

"I-I dunno, man, I-ngh-have so much work! My parents will k-kill me!"

Kendria-rolled her eyes. "Hurry up, Tweeko. You don't have an option."

The stuttering blonde tugged at his wild hair and glanced around. "I-okay?" He seemed confused and slightly terrified, but when wasn't he those things? It would be fine. And his parents could answer to Craig's fucking fists.

Since Tweek didn't have a bike, he ended up riding on the back of Craig's. He felt his heart start pounding harder as the boys thin arms slid around his waist. There was shaky breathing on the back of Craig's neck, and the noirette fought to keep his own breathing steady. He didn't know what was wrong with him-this was just Tweek, it was just a jittery little spaz.

Meanwhile, Kendria was eyeing the pair with something close to envy in her eyes. Craig knew she was picturing doing that with Butters, and he smiled to himself.

The quadrio ended up squished together on a bench under a rather pathetic oak tree, somehow comfortable despite the lack of personal space