Perfectly Imperfect: Ch. 8
Butters was so excited to be out and about with his best friend shopping for his wedding gown. "What color did you want Tweekums?" He asked, softly. Butters hadn't asked or been asked who was going to play an important role in Tweek's wedding party. A really pretty, light green dress caught Butters's eyes. "What about that one?" He pulled it off the rack to show his friend.
Tweek shrugged, a helpless look on his face. "I don't know!" He cried out, before really looking at it. It was the same colour his button ups were when he wore them in his childhood , and he thought it was a pretty design. "Maybe." He scrunched up his nose. "Would it fit?"
"There's only one way to find out." Butters smiled, "Gotta go and try it on, c'mon." He led Tweek to the dressing room. "We also have to go and pick out your shoes too. You're going to look so beautiful." The blonde couldn't help the tears of joy in his eyes for his best friend. Tweek living the dream he'd always wanted. Some how, Butters couldn't help but feel as if he were living indirectly through his friend.
"Umm, Kay." Tweek mumbled, pulling off his clothes and getting into the dress afterwards, smoothing it down with his fingers. He sighed, staring at the mirror. "What do you think?"
"It looks absolutely fantastic!" Butters cooed softly, helping Tweek fix it in all the right places. It flattered his figure quite well. Little tears of joy well up in his aquamarine eyes. The petite blonde had to pick out a dress similar in color to be able to match Tweek. "Oh, but what about your honeymoon? Do you two have that planned out too?" He couldn't help but wonder if they'd get one last romantic hurrah before having to spend the rest of their life raising their adorable twins.
Tweek deliberated. "I'm not sure... I don't know who would look after James and Krystal." He took the dress back off, and read the size. He relaid the information to Butters, so next time they would automatically know if it would fit or not. "But if we do, I wouldn't want it to be too far from home." More specifically, Tweek had that sea sickness he hasn't quite told his friends about.
"Maybe your parents or me and Kenny wouldn't mind." He offered, keeping a mental reminder as to what size to pick if a better gown came into sight. "You're a heck of a lot smaller than me. I need a size fourteen..." Tweek was in a ten. That made him feel a little chubby non the less.
Tweek smiled and shook his head. "I w-wouldn't want you and Kenny to waste time looking after my kids.. Especially since /your/ wedding is coming up!" He cackled, excited for that event, as well. He shook off Butters' comment. "You just have curves," Tweek noted sadly. "I'm all edges."
"It wouldn't bother me at all! I love James and Krystal." Butters shook his head, "and I don't think Kenny would mind.
He hung up another dress, white, before turning back to the green one curiously."I like that one." Tweek nodded.
"I don't have cute curves." Butters flushed, feeling really self-conscious about his weight. He had put on some weight since the last time they had hung out. "But thanks anyway."
Butters had picked out his similar dress so he could at least match Tweek. It was a lighter green so that Tweek's would stand out more.
Tweek and Butters had finished shopping only to dive into the local cafe, the one Tweek worked in on occasion, getting a bite to eat and rehearsing Tweek's vows.
Tweek put down his coffee, eyebrows furrowing. "Everything seems too personal, or formal!" He snapped, clicking the pen back into unused.
"Well if they're coming from you to Craig, they'll be incredibly beautiful- no matter what." Butters assured him, "tell me what you have down so far."
"Okay." Tweek mumbled, before speaking a bit more clearly. "Craig," his eyes flickered up "When you were born, you were normal. When I was born, I was differant. Then we met, and we didn't get along, at first, but I guess I needed you to retain normalacy, and you always had that oddness inside of you, also known as your middle finger." He smiled. "You've always helped me, even when I gave you nothing in return. You always were there, even when I acted like I didn't want you to be. If you didn't do these things, I wouldn't be me. I would be the shell of what could have been, something that doesn't exist now, because I met you. You could be that someone as well, but you're not, because you met me. I'm Tweek, you're Craig, but we might as well share the same name now, just because we already share the same soul. But, for now, I guess we can just share a marriage, and a f-family." Tweek was shaking at the end of his monologue, awaiting Butters' approval.
Butters had to wipe the little tears out of his eyes, finding what his best friend had written to be incredibly beautiful. "The only thing I would change would be about the middle finger... Well how it's worded... Cause oddness isn't quite right." Butters bit on his lip, still utterly speechless aside from the mention of Craig's love to use the middle finger. "Maybe not say anything about it right then and there. Just the uniqueness about you that I adore."
Tweek fidgeted. "Yep, probably." He sighed again. "Thanks, Butters." He grinned, he was always happy when people acknowledged what he had with Craig. "So, what would your vows be, with Kenny?"
"My vows to Kenny? Oh hamburgers..." He bit on his lip gently, "Never in my life did I think I would be able to fall so hard in love with someone. We both came from such different upbringings, but we go together so well. I'll never forget how handsome you were dressed up as Mysterion, or the beautiful Princess. I love each and every thing about you. You roll with the punches with me and never make fun of me for the little disabilities I do have. I love you, Kenneth McCormick." Butters' face was flushed bright red when he finished, "It sounds so stupid doesn't it...? I still want him to understand it's not about the money though... He thinks we have to have an over the top wedding." He wilted, "I'd be happy to have it on a beach in a pretty gown with no shoes on... The sand beneath my feet..." Butters sighed out dreamily.
Tweek smiled once more, leaning over and taking Butters' hand. "They do too much for us." He agreed solemnly. "But they're ours." He concluded dreamily, letting his head fall onto his outstretched arm. He caught sight of the time on his watch.
"Nngh, I gotta get home." Tweek shot up. "I promised Craig I wouldn't be too long." He plucks at his jumper. "Ready?"
"Ours and ours only." Butters smiled contentedly, getting up from his seat after leaving a five dollar tip on the table. "Yeah. Think we should let them go out and have their own little party?" Butters offered, "That whole last night of freedom thing." That was what a bachelor's party was for after all. "Me and you can sit and watch the babies and watch romance movies all night."
Tweek nodded frantically. "That sounds like a lot of fun!" He took Butters' hand again, leading them out of the shop.
The ride home was filled with listening to music, making a few different suggestions as to what song to play and when during Tweek's wedding. There had been a few they had agreed on, other's not as much. Butters already had his entire wedding music selection picked out. Though he hadn't really shared his playlist with Kenny… Butters wanted it to be a surprise.
Butters followed Tweek upstairs to his apartment. Both of the dresses were in the car still, hanging safely. They would have to drop them off later.
"Home." Tweek announced, walking inside and locking the door behind him. His hazel eyes flitted around until he saw his twins, cute as ever, and his fiance.
