Sooo, I'm already thinking about what I'm going to write next, probably some high school thingie because I read some in the last days and this got me inspired XD I'm not sure yet, but I'm thinking about "A party that starts some beautiful boys ultimate action"~ But let's wait until this one is finished to see what wait us in the future~Back to the chapter!

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As they walked out of the buffet hand-in-hand, the couple had the same thought, but Tweek was the one able to speak for both of them.

"Forget dinner. I think that the wedding day is going to be the next day that I'll eat something." He sighed, still feeling the taste of buttercream and chocolate and chicken and a thousand of other things playing at his mouth.

"I don't think I'll fit my suit. Good thing that we don't have to wear it at the rehersal tommorrow. Why do we have to do this anyway? Is a wedding not a play." Craig complained, opening the car's door to his boyfriend and entering by the other side.

"I also don't understand man. But my mom insisted, your mom insisted, so we kind of don't have a choice. I don't think I'm ready for it!" Tweek admited, tapping at the door frenetically.

"Everything is going to be alright ok? Just go to work, take your head off this, and after I'm done at the school I'll pick you up and we're going together." Craig held his hand for a moment, until the lights were green again.

"Shouldn't we go separated?"

"I don't understand this bullshit. Is our wedding, why we need, no why the world need this tension of someone being taken to the other that waited a lot and everything? We're equal, so we gonna do this together, and anyone who don't like it can do a scavenger hunt to look for the place where I gave a single fuck. Plus tension is not good for you."

"You talk a lot when you get pissed, you know? And your voice doesn't even change pitch, is just a monotonous ramble." Tweek laughed, finally being able to relax. "You look like a pissed robot."

"Don't forget that you're marrying this pissed out robot. I liked that name, fits me very well." The dark-haired man parked the car, giving his boyfriend a peck on the lips.

"I think I can deal with that. This model comes with a lot of extra functions." Tweek said as they walked to the apartment.

"Fucking the hell out of you is included on that functions, blondie?" Craig said with a mischiveous smile, until seeing Tweek's wide eyes and panicked expression. He didn't realized the reason to that until seeing their neighbour, a 65-old lady, staring at them with a schocked expression. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Applebee." He greeted with the most neutral face in the world. Like he gave a single fuck.

"Is Aronbee." The woman corrected. "How are you today?"

"Feeling terrific and excited to my wedding with this piece of candy in here. We're going to be in our honeymoon in the next week, so take care of our place okay?" He waved in a "friendly" way as they entered the apartment, where Craig bursted into laughing. "There's a thing that can make this robot react. The anger of an old bother."

"You should stop fighting with our neighbour! And don't mispell her name, I think she got that you hate her already." Tweek's voice was coming from the kitchen, and Craig followed to find him making two cups of tea.

"Is not my fault babe." Craig raised his hands, like he was giving up. "She's the one who tells everyone at this place that we're perverted demons that have sex at everytime at the day and have annoying noisy friends."

"But that's true."

"Yeah, but she doesn't need to tell anyone about that." Craig held him by the waist, kissing the pale skin at his neck. "Sorry that she made you embarassed babe."

"It was like t-that time your aunt caught us making out at the room in Christmas. It was so much pressure, I thought I was going to have a heart attack." Tweek panicked a little, but Craig only chuckled at the memory. The face that his aunt made seeing two teenager boys without their shirts and her beloved nephew viciously sucking at the blonde's neck was priceless. It only got better when his had appeared and politely asked her to leave them. Best Christmas.

"That time wasn't my fault babe. You had a ribbon around your neck, I thought you were my gift." Craig innocently said, feeeling the blonde shivering as his tongue spotted sensitive parts of his neck.

"You putted that thing on my neck, you prick!"

"Ah right, I forgot about that." Craig kissed his cheek, taking one of the mugs with warm green tea. "Now playtime is over, I have to work on my wedding vows for tommorrow."

"You haven't finished them?" Tweek questioned, as they sat on the couch and snuggled together.

"Kind of. But I don't think that the guests will have the patience to hear 5 pages of why I love you and wanna marry you. I'll make a short version and send you the original on pdf." The relaxing taste of the green tea was welcomed and desired after the food hell from before, and, together with the smell of shampoo in the blonde hair that he was caressing, Craig only thought how he wanted to stay in that position for a while. Were moments like this, without a lot of drama and just casually speaking, that made him love Tweek even more. Their nice and boring life was amazing to both of them.

"You're so sappy and cheesy. I can tell that you're thinking about more cheesy things right now." Tweek giggled like a kid.

"Is that a problem? I can always be a cold-hearted bastard." Craig stared at him, both of them knowing how fake that statement was. With other people maybe, but not with him. It was out of his habilities.

"Nah, I really love my cheesy almost husband." Tweek smiled, with closed eyes and blushing cheeks, in a way that was so beautiful, so peaceful, that should be considered a threath to mankind.

That smile would probably kill Craig someday, but he'd gladly die to see it more.