He wasn't sure when or how he got home, but Tweek could only focus on the pain in his head. Rolling his face into the pillow, he realized he was the only one in the bed. Where's Craig? He lifted his head up slowly, blonde curls sticking in every direction as he looked around the empty room. Pluto was there at least, arms hanging over the tank Craig set up for him. Tweek groaned, the room spinning a bit as he rolled over onto his back. Sitting up, he tugged the comforter around his shoulders, leaning against the headboard as Pluto crawled out of his tank and across the floor to the bed.

"Dammit, you made a mess, Pluto." He chuckled, holding his hand out and collecting all the water off the floor and putting it back into the tank with his powers. The door opened, Craig walking into the room with way too short shorts and no shirt. Tweek yelped, tugging the comforter over his face. Craig blinked, laughing softly.

"Why are you so bashful?"

"You-you're like…half naked!"

"Tweek, you've seen me half naked before." Tweek slowly tugged the comforter off his face, his blonde curls still sticking out every which way. Craig smiled a bit at the sight.

"Why, uh, are you…dressed…like that?"

"I had to go for a run." Tweek blinked, tugging the comforter down more.

"Run?"

"I run track." Craig grabbed his towel, wiping his face off with it and tossing it around the back of his neck, Tweek following the hanging towel. He blushed a bright red as the ends ran past his pecks, quickly turning his gaze away.

"Could I…see sometime?" Craig kicked his sneakers off by the foot of the bed, leaning over and ruffling Tweek's curls.

"Sure, Tweek." He leaned down and patted the top of Pluto's head, Craig jumping as the octopus slapped his ass.

"Pluto!" Tweek scolded, the octopus wrapping his arms around Tweek's shoulders and nuzzling into him. Craig laughed softly.

"I'm gonna get a shower. Think of some things you want to do today, alright?" He opened the door, looking back. "And drink some water. It'll help your hangover." Tweek blinked as the door closed, mouthing the word "hangover" to himself as he was left in silence. Looking around, he stood up slowly, humming the song he sang so much the day before to himself to help his shaky legs. It definitely helped him, fueling his confidence. He lifted Pluto off his shoulders and set him back in the tank, kissing his head before turning to head downstairs. Before moving towards the stairs, he stopped, hearing singing from the bathroom. Tweek smiled to himself, walking slowly towards the door as he heard Craig singing. He didn't recognize the song. Craig hadn't played that one for him yet. He leaned against the wall outside the door, chewing on his long finger nail as he grinned slowly, Craig's voice filling his ears.

"This is Ground Control to Major Tom

You've really made the grade

And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear

Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare."

Tweek noted the lyrics, knowing how much Craig loves space. He thinks back to one of the first nights Tweek was sleeping in Craig's room. He had a nightmare and couldn't go back to sleep, so Craig sat by the pool and showed him book after book of constellations and planets and stars. Tweek never knew there was so much information to be learned about space! The fact that he got to learn from Craig made it even more special. Pushing himself off the wall, Tweek made his way down the steps and made his way towards the kitchen. Laura looked up from her spot at the island, eating a bowl of fruit and enjoying her morning coffee.

"Morning sweetheart!" She said, smiling at Tweek. He smiled back, standing on his tip toes to reach a glass.

"Morning, Mrs. Tucker."

"Tweek, we've been over this." He blushed, laughing softly.

"S-Sorry. Morning Laura." She chuckled around her coffee.

"There you go," She popped a grape into her mouth. "Want some coffee?" Tweek looked up from the faucet.

"Oh! Yes please." He said, padding over to the fridge to grab some fruit himself. Tricia came wandering in, her long red hair pulled up into a messy bun. She wore a tank top and sweatpants, Tweek noticing she wasn't wearing a bra. (Not that he cared, it was just…very noticeable).

"Morning, Tweek." She yawned, popping a bagel in the toaster.

"Morning, Tricia." He said, stabbing his fork into a piece of honeydew. Thomas and Craig came downstairs at the same time as well, Tricia and Laura sitting at the counter with Tweek now. Tweek blushed a bit as he caught sight of Craig, who remained shirtless but wore sweatpants. They were a little baggy on him, the waistband of his boxers poking out. Craig grabbed an apple and leaned against the counter top, Thomas fixing a cup of coffee besides him. He grimaced.

"Tricia, I'm all for freeing the girls, but could you put your tits away at breakfast?" Tricia snorted, flipping him off.

"Do you know how much it sucks to wear a bra?! I'm letting them out whenever I can!" Craig flipped her off back, Tweek's eyes wide.

"What does…that mean?" Craig blinked, chuckling softly.

"It means 'fuck you'. It's almost like a term of endearment with us, though."

"That single finger holds that much meaning?" Thomas laughed, sipping at his coffee.

"It is a strange thing, isn't it?" He chuckled, leaning against the counter next to his son. Tweek can't help but stare, noticing all the similarities between the two. It made him think of his own father, a wave of sadness settling on top of him. He tried not to let it bother him, but he couldn't help it. Nodding slowly, he turned his attention back to his fruit, chewing on a pointed nail before grabbing his cup of coffee and taking a few big gulps. Tricia noticed his mood first, leaning her cheek on her hand.

"We need to disguise your nails." Tweek jumped a bit, looking up.

"W-What?"

"Can we cut them?" Tweek yelped.

"No! They don't-they don't grow back." Tricia thought a moment.

"We'll just have to paint them." Tweek furrowed his brows.

"P-Paint…them?" Tricia grinned, jumping up and grabbing his wrist.

"Come on! I'll do them!" Craig blinked, watching his sister whisk Tweek away up to her room. Thomas chuckled, glancing over at Craig.

"What are your plans today?"

"Oh…um, I don't know. I was going to leave it up to him."

"You two haven't been very…affectionate."

"Dad!"

"I'm just saying! I thought you two were dating!"

"No! I mean-at least not yet! Look, I want to take it slow alright?" Laura snorted.

"It's two thousand eighteen, Craig. People your age have had sex at least ten times with four different people."

"Mom!" Craig turned a dark red, his parents laughing.

"All I'm saying is you need to take your chance. He won't be here forever, Craig." Thomas said, heading over to join his wife in walking to the living room. Craig stood there, enjoying the silence he was left in. Closing his eyes, he let his mind wander, thinking of the best way to potentially ask Tweek out. He wanted to go on a date, at least. He had saved up enough money from bussing tables at the diner that he could take him out to a nice dinner. But Tweek wants to see things. After a moment, he had the perfect idea, but it wouldn't happen for another few weeks. Satisfied with his decision for a date night, Craig tossed his apple core in the trash and made his way up the steps to Tricia's room, leaning against her doorframe. Tricia was yapping Tweek's ears off, the blonde nodding along slowly. Craig noticed the hoops in his ears swaying, humming as he realized now his ears were still slightly pointed as well. Hopefully people mind their damn business. He thought, taking two big strides across the room and plopping onto Tricia's bed. Tricia grinned as she finished putting the clear coat on top of his nails.

"Ta-da!" She giggled, Tweek holding his hands out. Craig noticed they were painted navy blue, chuckling as Tweek wiggled his fingers to observe them in the light.

"How-how long does it last?" He asked, eyes full of curiosity. It was all endearing to Craig, the simplest of things so joyous to the boy he saved. Saved. He smiled a bit to himself, thinking about how now they were even: Tweek saved him from drowning when he was ten, Craig saved him from captivity.

"Depends! I have really high end nail polish, so it'll last for about two weeks! Now it just looks like you have fake nails." Tweek hummed thoughtfully, tugging his hands to him and observing them up close. Craig felt his phone buzz in his pocket, rummaging through it to see who texted him. Smiling a bit at the text, he glanced over at Tweek.

"Hey Tweek?" The blonde turned to look at him, Craig noticing his freckles more than ever today. He cleared his throat. "Would you, uh, want to go to the mall?" Tweek's eyes widened in amazement.

"A mall?! Really?!"

"Yeah. Wendy just texted asking if you wanted to go shopping with the girls. Some of the guys will be there, too." Tweek nodded, a grin on his face.

"I'll go get ready!" He jumped up, rushing out of the room. It was wobbly, but he was getting better at walking. Tricia quickly shut the door before Craig could leave, her older brother staring at her with confused eyes.

"What-"

"Just make your move." Craig groaned.

"Not you, too." He grumbled.

"He can't stay here forever! He has to go home eventually."

"I am aware of this, thank you Tricia." He groaned, trying to shove her aside. He jumped as she punched his arm.

"Grow a fucking pair, Craig. You're a Tucker. We go after what we want. Dad did with mom."

"Mom was dating another guy at the time they met."

"My point exactly! Look who she's married to!" Craig snorted, flicking her boob through her tank top. She hissed, hugging her chest.

"I'm working on it, alright? I got this."


Tweek was pressed against the window for the entire duration of the car ride, Craig convinced that if he was a dog, his tail would've fallen off. The blonde next to him found so much excitement out of the trees and mountains Craig has seen every day since he was born. He never appreciated the sight until now, especially when the cute boy living with him was into it.

"Have you ever climbed those mountains?" He asked, The Beatles playing softly in the background. Craig hummed as he thought.

"The last time I hiked through the mountains was probably five years ago. I broke my wrist." Tweek turned to face him.

"How?"

"I was climbing a tree. We were playing some game and I was the lookout, but the branch gave out after a while and I hit my wrist on another branch on the way down and landed on it. Shattered it." Tweek winced.

"That doesn't sound fun!"

"I had a blast." Craig admitted, chuckling softly.

"Why?!" Craig thought a moment, not really knowing why the shit he did when he was younger was considered fun. After pondering a moment, he glanced at Tweek as he pulled into the mall parking lot.

"Well…I got to be something I wasn't. I spent most of my life waiting for the day I would be completely deaf. I enjoyed listening to my friends laughing and-and shouting instructions to each other as we played as superheros or magical beings. I enjoyed creating those alter-egos. I just…it was simple. It's what you did if you had the displeasure of growing up in South Park." Tweek blinked, nodding slowly as they parked. He glanced around, furrowing his brows.

"What is this place?" Craig grabbed his phone and wallet, shoving them into his wallet as he opened the door.

"Parking garage. You park your cars here." Tweek nodded, getting out of the car. Craig started heading towards the entrance, hands shoved into his sweatshirt pockets. He glanced to his left as Tweek rushed up, wrapping his arms around Craig's left arm and sticking close. If they weren't the same age, Craig would've felt like Tweek's guardian at this point, but he knew the boy was just nervous. The world is a big and terrifying place, after all. After wandering the mall for ten minutes, they found Wendy, Bebe, Kenny, Stan, and Clyde at the food court, all of them waving the two boys down. Wendy jumped up, rushing over and looping her arm with Tweek's.

"Hey handsome!" She giggled, Bebe rushing up as well and prying Tweek's arms off of Craig's, looping her arm with his other.

"Hope you're feeling okay today! You were quite the entertainer last night." She teased, Tweek blushing.

"I-I hope I didn't do anything stupid!" He whined, looking between the girls. They both giggled.

"Not at all! It just looked like you had a lot of fun last night." Wendy said, the girls and Tweek walking ahead of the groups of guys following them. Craig let out a grunt as Kenny elbowed him in the ribs, the blonde chewing on a piece of gum he got from a dispenser for a quarter.

"You ask him out yet?"

"What the fuck is it with people getting in my business today?!" Craig hissed, Stan snorting.

"You were all over him last night. You sure you're not boyfriends?"

"Yes! We're not dating."

"Why not?" Clyde asked, kicking a piece of dust along on the floor.

"I don't owe you an explanation. However, if you must know, I just…wanted to do this properly…is that so bad?"

"No, just super gay." Clyde snickered, Craig punching him in the arm.

"Shut the fuck up dude! When was the last time you got some action?!" Clyde smirked, glancing up at Bebe.

"Last night…" He mumbled, Craig's eyes widened a bit as he followed his gaze.

"You didn't…" He hissed, Stan's eyes widening as well.

"Wait, seriously?!"

"Dude, way to fucking go!" Kenny said, slapping his hands onto Clyde's shoulders. Clyde snorted.

"She called me after we all went home…granted, we were both pretty drunk still when we talked, the sex was sober. It was…incredible." Craig smirked a bit, glancing up at the boy sandwiched between the blonde and raven haired girl. He looked calmer as they ushered him into a store, the group plopping down on a couch and loveseat that was in the store by the dressing rooms.

"Well? What are you two?" Craig teased, running his tongue over his braces.

"I…don't know. But! I know she has a thing for me, so I'm going from there." He stated proudly, Stan chuckling softly.

"About time you two cut the bullshit."

"When are you gonna cut the bullshit with Wendy?" Stan stiffened up, turning a dark red as Kenny snickered next to him.

"Shut up, Kenny!" He hissed, glancing over at the girl who was holding outfits up against Tweek. Craig snorted.

"Dude, she so clearly has a thing for you. Quit being a pussy and ask her out."

"Same can be said to you, Tucker!"

"I explained myself already!"

"You wrapped us into this plan to get your boy toy and now you're testing the waters?" Craig slammed his hand over Stan's mouth, eyes dark.

"Lower your damn voice, Marsh." He hissed, Stan rolling his eyes as he leaned back against the couch.

"You know what I mean though, Craig." He hissed through his teeth, glancing around. They fell silent as the three shoppers went into the same changing room, Clyde pouting.

"Man, why does Tweek get to see both their tits?"

"You literally fucked Bebe last night." Kenny pointed out, flipping through a magazine that sat on a small end table.

"Yeah, but it was dark."

"You still touched them." Stan remarked, looking at the magazine over Kenny's shoulder.

"Again, it was dark."

"You don't need light to feel something, shithead." Craig said, tugging his chullo over his eyes as he sprawled out on the loveseat. They fell into a comfortable silence as laughter floated from the changing room.

"Ready, boys?!" Wendy called out, all of them jumping a bit.

"I guess?!" Kenny called back, the opening cords to Fleetwood Mac's Rhiannon playing through the store. Everything seemed to fall into slow motion in that instance for Craig as the curtain was tossed aside. His eyes widened slightly as his eyes hit Tweek, and he knew Stan's were wide for Wendy, and Clyde for Bebe. Wendy wore high waisted skinny jeans and a mustard yellow turtle neck, her hair pulled up into a messy bun. Bebe had found a red jumpsuit, the fabric hugging her curves. It was high necked and had an opening in the design to show off her cleavage. Tweek took the cake for Craig (for obvious reasons). He had on black skinny jeans and a rusty orange short sleeve button up. He had the shirt buttoned all the way up, the fabric tucked into the skinny jeans. He also wore a black boater hat, his blonde curls popping against the dark fabric. The song was haunting in that instance, the lyrics ringing in Craig's ears. He was sure they were deafening to Stan and Clyde, the three boys staring with opened mouths.

All your life you've never seen

A woman taken by the wind

Would you stay if she promised you heaven?

Will you ever win?

"Oh fuck." They all said at once, Kenny smirking at the sight. He snapped his fingers in front of Clyde and Stan's faces, both boys pushing his hands down.

"Nice going, dudes, you broke them." He laughed, Craig swallowing hard as Tweek laughed with the girls. It was the most glorious thing he ever saw. The outfit made Tweek fit right in, his piercings making him look much like a hipster. Craig could get used to the outfit.

"So…should we get the outfits?" Bebe asked, the three boys nodding slowly. Bebe laughed as she tugged the curtain closed, turning to Tweek. "I told you it would work." She whispered to him, the blonde blushing.

"You think he liked it?" He whispered back, tugging lightly at his curls. Wendy grabbed his wrists, smiling softly.

"He looked ready to jump your bones." Tweek grinned slowly, letting out a breathless laugh.

"Y-yeah? You think?"

"You saw Craig. He could barely speak!" Wendy giggled, the group changing back into their regular clothing.

"Yeah but…m-maybe he was just being nice!"

"There's no faking that look, Tweek," Bebe said, adjusting her breasts in the mirror. "You have a lot to learn about human teenage boys. I've been serving these boys for years now, and if there's one thing I know about Craig Tucker," She turned to face him after tugging her shirt over her head. "He's terrible at hiding his crushes." Tweek grinned a bit, tugging his too big sweatshirt and slightly baggy jeans on. Wendy and Bebe glanced at each other, smiling.

"Let us buy you the outfit." Wendy said, grabbing the clothes before Tweek could.

"What?! No! Why would you do that?!" The blonde squeaked, tugging his hair.

"Because we want to! Stop pulling your hair!" Bebe chuckled, grabbing his wrists while Wendy grabbed their clothing. She bolted to the register, Bebe walking out with Tweek. The boys all stood, following them out the store once Wendy walked passed, handing Tweek the bag containing his clothes. Stan rushed up next to Wendy, talking softly with her with Kenny and Clyde chatted with Bebe. Craig, meanwhile, felt like his heart was going to pound out of his chest. He glanced at Tweek, blushing a bit as Tweek looked at him after a moment. He quickly turned away, tensing up.

"You okay?" Tweek asked, smiling a bit.

"Huh? Oh! Yeah! Great!" He breathed out, rubbing the back of his neck. He shot Tweek a toothy grin, Tweek giggling a bit as he looked down.

"Did you really like the outfit that much?"

"You looked incredible! I-I mean," He cleared his throat. "Yeah! I really liked it," He said, his voice calmer than before. Tweek grinned, picking at a string on his sleeve. Craig wasn't sure what to do. Should he kiss him? They've kissed before! They've covered that ground already! No. Not now. He wanted each kiss with Tweek to be special. They were limited time only. Should he offer to carry his bag? Maybe. That could work. "Do, uh, do you want me to carry your bag?" Tweek blinked, looking down at the bag.

"Oh! If you, uh, want to. Thanks, Craig!" He said, smiling a bit. Craig nodded, taking the bag from him and putting it in his right hand. They continued their walk to the next store, their fingers brushing past one another. Craig felt like he was going to implode from the contact, his skin tingling where Tweek's skin grazed his. Should he hold his hand? Could he do that? Was that allowed?! Just fucking do it! Finally growing a pair of balls, Craig reached his hand out, quickly lacing his fingers together with Tweek's. He felt the blonde tense under his touch, but that quickly melted away. He heard a soft laugh from the boy, glancing over at him out of the corner of his eyes. He was blushing and had a goofy grin on his face. Craig hadn't realized it at the time, but he had a similar goofy grin on his face. They didn't let go of each other's hands for the remainder of the shopping trip, their wrists sore by the end. It was all worth it to Craig. Tweek was worth everything.


NOTE: I'm so totally here for the "Craig's a useless homosexual" trope because he doesn't know how to talk/act around cute boys. Hope you enjoyed this wholesome chapter! I've been trying to take my time with this story since I found myself getting burnt out a lot on my last one. If you like my writing, check out my other fanfiction and my one shot! Both are Creek ;) Thanks for reading and, as always, any and all feedback is appreciated! Follow my tumblr! crowded-skies is my username!

Songs:
Space Oddity-David Bowie
Rhiannon-Fleetwood Mac