Down to the last few chapters! Thanks to everyone who's been with us on this! Updates will be intentionally slower fort he time being as Brownie and I work on finishing this story up, working on a zine, and life things in general! Thank you all for you patience and support, we appreciate every single one of you!
- Mod S'Mores
When lunch rolled around, it seemed the day was getting back to a relative amount of normal. The stir caused by Tweek and Craig being together that morning had worn off, being replaced by the newest scheme of Cartman and Co.
"So, video games or movies tonight?" Token asked into the round of teens, slurping a smoothie he'd brought from home.
"Both?" Clyde asked hopefully.
"Both," Craig agreed, spinning his fork in his spaghetti.
"Jimmy? What are you feeling?" Clyde asked, leaning forward to look over at his friend on the other side of the bench.
Jimmy shrugged. "I like b-both. I'll be mostly w-watching you guys p... play, though. You know you can't beat me in haaa... haal... in half of your games anyways."
"That's fair," Craig said, sticking the fork into his mouth, while Token focused on Tweek.
"Both then. Is that alright with you, Tweek?"
"I don't care, whatever you want," he said with a small smile. "I don't have a preference."
"Cool. It's set, then." Craig grinned a bit since Token was going into preparation mode even though it wasn't his house.
It was for the best, to be fair. Clyde always got so excited, he would forget to do any of the actual planning for the event, meaning the other usually ended up having to plan it out anyway, as Clyde was more than happy to just sit in a room with all his besties. Token taking the lead now meant less work later.
"I'm guessing that you have to work after school, right, Tweek?" he asked.
Tweek nodded. "I always have to work, but I can come by once I close up."
"When would that be?"
"Usually it's around ten, but if there aren't any customers, I can close early."
"Okay, cool. I say we start at nine with the preps and stuff and when you join, we start with some games or movies, whatever we feel like. Is there a possibility that you can bring food, maybe?"
"I can bring whatever pastries we don't sell?" he offered.
"Dude, sweet!" Clyde cleared. "And I can order us pizza!"
Craig spoke through a mouthful of noodles, adding, "I'll bring coke and juice and shit," which got him a slightly disgusted look from Token.
"I'm gonna request you leave one of those at home," Clyde said, looking at him with a frown. "None of us like coke."
Craig stared at him for a moment, confused, before catching on. "Well God fucking damn, Clyde. And here I thought you'd support me in all that I do."
"I'll always love you, Craig, but even I have a limit," he said dramatically.
"I even would've shared. You break my heart."
Jimmy chuckled at the banter as Token raised his finger. "I actually do want some coke so please don't actually leave it at home."
Clyde gasped, putting a hand to his chest. "My darling love!" he wailed. "How could you be so treacherous?!"
Token giggled. "I just really like coke, Clyde. Please don't let this stand between us, honey boo, I love you so much, but coke too! I hope this doesn't shatter your image of our relationship that has existed for..." Token looked at his watch. "... half a day now!"
Turning to Craig and Tweek, Jimmy snorted. "What did I miss?"
"They decided to be gay with each other so they could get days off for it."
"I'm curious to see if it'll work," Tweek commented, resting his chin on his hand and watching the pair go on with their over the top performance,
"W-well, you only got off be.. becau... because of that fight with N-Nathan and the forced com... coh... coooh... the f-forced coming out." Craig hummed agreeing. "Th-they'd have to put a lot of ef... effort in."
"They seem dedicated to me," Tweek giggled as Clyde threw himself onto his friend, hugging him tightly and laughing.
Token was laughing along, tousling his hair and shoving him lightly, all with one arm around him. "Sure are. Jimmy, you're next. Who are you going to be gay with for free periods?"
Jimmy snorted. "Wh-who knows. I t-take requests and sug-gestions."
Tweek rolled his eyes at the conversation, letting his eyes roam over the crowded cafeteria. He had never really checked it out before, always hating the noise and preferring to eat quick and escape (and since then, the cuddle sessions with Craig). He watched the girls for a moment, noticing them continuously glancing over towards their table. Bebe and Wendy saw him looking and smiled and he grinned awkwardly back.
Next, his attention focused on Stan's table. Nothing too different, really, just the gang all sitting together with Butters. Wait, was...?
"Craig?" he asked, nudging him lightly. "Is Butters sitting on Kenny's lap?"
Craig looked up in the direction Tweek was pointing him. A wide grin spread across his face. "Guess he finally got Kenny's flirting."
Jimmy turned to inspect the scene as well. "G-Guess you two got some... someth... somethhhhh... Guess you t-two got something rolling."
"It's amazing how being outed against your will can do that," Tweek said. "Isn't that what happened in that one movie?"
"What movie?" Token asked, done with joking around for the time being.
"Love, Simon," Clyde answered.
"I haven't seen that one, yet. I remember seeing posters."
"It was good." At the funny looks he got, Clyde huffed. "What? It was!"
Craig shrugged. "Just didn't take it for your kind of movie", he said before going back to watching Kenny and Butters fool around and eating pasta.
"It was heartwarming and moving," he pouted. "It made me cry."
"W-what doesn't," Jimmy added, but patted his arm over the table.
"Hey!" he whined, making his friends laugh.
"S-see!" Jimmy cackled, pointing his fork at him.
"I hate you guys," Clyde said, taking a dejected bite from his sandwich.
The sound of cackling grabbed their attention, along with most of the cafeteria, looking over to see Ron and Chris, covered in bruises, being mocked by their friends. Tweek looked away quickly, not feeling up to seeing them. He could assume from the laughter they were being mocked for being beaten up by a gay kid.
"What kind of movies do you guys plan on bringing?" Craig asked loudly over the faraway laughter. He had zero patience for this, but he also wouldn't start a fight for something as stupid as that. They could laugh all they wanted.
"Action, duh!" Clyde said around his food.
"I w-would get some of my f-favorite cop comedies? I know you a-ag... agre... like them, too." Craig nodded, then looked at Token.
"I honestly have no idea. Tweek?"
He blinked in surprise, not expecting to be asked. "I don't know," he said. "I can't even remember the last movie I watched."
They were silent for a second. "You need more free time in your life, man," Token finally said.
Tweek blushed, looking down. "Sorry."
Token shook his head. "You don't need to apologize! We'll just have to hang out with you more often!"
"Y-yeah! Maybe we sh... should apologize for not doing so ea-ear... earrrrrrr... earrrrrr... for not doing so s-sooner."
"It's not your fault," he said, picking at his band aids. "I kind of pulled away from you guys for a while."
"Not happening again," was Craig's contribution, getting an enthusiastic nod from Jimmy.
"You know you guys don't have to try so hard for me," Tweek said, looking around at them. "I made the choice to let myself get caught up in everything and didn't make the time for you. That's on me. I'm just glad you still consider me your friend after so long."
"Of course we do, Tweek," Clyde said, adopting a rare, serious tone. "We'll always be your friends, no matter what. Never think otherwise."
The rest of the day went over just as slow as the first half. Craig was frustrated, but school work held him at bay. He didn't run into any weird people anymore and he didn't get close to Ron and Chris, either. He was euphoric when the bell rang, relieving him and Jimmy from their last class.
"Th-Thah... That test promises to b-be easy enough, next week, r-righ... righ... right?"
Craig shrugged. "If she really only uses the vocabulary from this chapter, we'll be good, yes."
Their friends were waiting outside, talking lightly. Tweek smiled when he saw Craig and took his hand as soon as he was close enough. "So, Clyde had a thought he shared with Token and I," he said.
Craig raised his eyebrows, pulling Tweek closer so that they were touching as much as possible, waiting for Tweek to continue.
"He suggested that you all come and see me in the shop after my parents leave today," he said, leaning into his side. "And help me clean up so I can get out faster."
Craig grinned. "Sounds great." He turned to Clyde. "You seem to be able to actually think today."
"Hey!" he protested, frowning. "Be nice to me!" Craig flipped him off as an answer as they started walking to the bus stop.
"Everyone is mean today," Clyde huffed, shoving his hands into his pockets.
Jimmy cackled. "Wh-who else was m-mean to you today?"
"Who cares about everyone else? I was talking about my supposed to be besties!" he whined.
"It's okay, Clyde," Tweek said, looking back at him. "You've been super helpful and nice all day, and I appreciate you."
"Tweek, you're a sunshine child, and I'm glad you exist," he sighed, putting a hand over his heart.
Token patted Clyde's shoulder, saying nothing in favor of just watching them banter. They got into the bus, sitting in their usual seats, except that Craig pulled Tweek onto his lap instead of letting him sit down properly as he usually would. Tweek blushed but allowed it, dropping his eyes to his lap as his face burned.
Jimmy poked Craig with one of his crutches as he walked by to his seat. "Don't k-kill him before we get to sp... spuh... spent time with him." Craig just gave him the middle finger after he had passed and sat down, leaning his chin on Tweek's shoulder.
"Awe, they're so gay," Clyde cooed, hugging Token's arm and fluttering his lashes at him.
Token looked at him in confused, then recalled their joke and chuckled, slightly nervous. "Dude, the only way to out gay them is by making out, and I'm not doing that."
Clyde gasped. "Rude!" he laughed.
Token shoved him playfully. "Aw, c'mon, dude."
"My lips are too luscious for you to handle anyway," he said, thumping his chest a couple times.
"If that's what helps you sleep at night."
Craig snorted as he watched them. He really loved his friends.
"Remember this sass when you finally realize you really do want to kiss me," Clyde said seriously. "Because it'll be your downfall."
Token thought about it for a moment, then shrugged, seemingly not bothered, even if there was a faint hint of red on his cheeks. "I think I can live with that," he said, grinning.
"If that what helps you sleep at night."
"Don't you use my own words against me!"
The bus stopped and Craig glanced out the window. One more until Tweek would have to get out. He groaned lowly, pressing his face into Tweek's shoulder. He didn't want him to leave, he was comfortable in their position.
"I guess if you really wanted, you could come in now with me," Tweek suggested softly at the sound.
"I'd love to. Are you sure that would be fine?" he asked into his shirt, leeching a bit more of Tweek's warmth.
"No, but we might as well try."
Craig sighed lightly but agreed. When the bus came closer to their stop, he let go off Tweek unwillingly. "See you guys tomorrow," he told the others who said their good-byes individually.
"You mean in like three hours?" Clyde asked.
Craig looked at Clyde for a few seconds, seeming very far away despite doing so, before responding, "...yes."
Tweek smiled and laughed, tugging on his arm. "Come on, Mr. Forgetful. Let's go."
They said good-bye again and got off of the bus, leaving a very amused group behind. The walk to the coffee shop was over too quick for comfort and Craig felt his annoyance rise into anger the closer they got to the door. He didn't let on, however, not wanting to stress Tweek out.
Tweek pushed open the door, alerting his parents to their arrival. The two adults looked over, and the smiles on their faces grew.
"Craaaig. Look, hun, it's Craig," Richard cooed back to his wife.
"Aw, hi, Craig," she said cheerfully. "It's so nice to see you."
Craig stared back at them, too irritated to imitate them or fake being nice like he usually did when talking to Richard. He felt his body tense in discomfort but didn't do anything to show it. "Hey."
"How are you boys today?" Richard asked, leaning over the counter.
Craig looked to Tweek for a second before sighing to himself. Who cared what the reason was? Richard wasn't threatening and forcing Tweek to do things over their relatiosnhip anymore. He didn't need to ruin this out of hatred for the man. "Fine. Thank you."
"That's fantastic! Are you going to stay for a while?"
"Yeah." He walked along until Tweek went behind the counter and then stood there, studying Richard and his wife. "You seem happy."
"We are quite happy, thank you for noticing," he agreed brightly, patting Tweek's hair as he passed to get his apron before going into the back room to put his backpack away.
"We were always worried he'd never find anyone," Mrs. Tweak said, folding her hands together in front of her. "It's wonderful to know he has someone as kind and lovely as you at his side."
Craig would've loved to cut Richard's hand off the moment he touched Tweek, seeing the shiver that went down the blonde's spine, but as it was, that wouldn't be very smart. Still, it bugged him. Craig blinked, unimpressed and weirded out by the fact that they described him as kind and lovely. But he went along with it, nodding. He couldn't help a small comment, though. "Not as if he had it easy to."
Tweek opened the door, stepping out of the back behind his parents as his father spoke.
"We always thought he was just a spazz," Richard said with a laugh. "But to really understand he has so much going on inside him, well, how could you not be proud?"
Tweek grimaced at his words but rolled his eyes. This was clearly not the first time he'd heard his own father call him names before.
Craig smiled bitterly. "Maybe it's time you stopped calling him one, then."
"I suppose you're correct," he agreed pleasantly.
This caught the teen a little off guard, not expecting to get anything out of it. He overplayed it by nodding instead of answering and looked at Mrs. Tweak. "Could I have a hot chocolate?"
"Of course, sweetheart," she said, ringing it up.
"I can make it, mom," Tweek spoke up. Neither of his parents looked surprised to hear him or even concerned that he had heard them talking about him.
"Okay, just be care not to burn yourself."
Craig gave him a thankful glance. "Thanks, Tweek." He wanted to say 'babe' but somehow it felt wrong in the presence of his parents. As if the simple fact that Richard could hear it made it bad.
Tweek quickly mixed up the drink, then brought it around the counter to him, the mug a bit overly full. "Here," he said softly, setting it down in front of him. "I made a little too much, but I gave you extra whipped cream too."
"It's perfect. Thanks." Craig smiled at him, trying to see how Tweek was actually doing. He felt watched, which they were, so he didn't ask or kiss him on the forehead as he usually would have.
He hesitated a moment, then blushed and looked down, a bit embarrassed at having sort of expected Craig to do something even with his father watched them. He supposed that would weird and he turned to go back.
Craig caught on to his reaction and pulled him back by his arm, close enough that he could lower his voice for Tweek's parents to not be able to understand him. "If you're okay with me kissing you here, just say it. I don't have a problem with pda." He left the 'but I'm not sure how far you like me to go' unspoken.
Tweek's blush darkened, but he gave a tiny nod. "It might be weird because of my dad, but I don't really care," he said quietly.
"Neither do I," Craig replied, following it up with a kiss on the nose. "I love you, doesn't matter who sees." Tweek smiled, laughing lightly at the touch.
Behind them, Richard hugged his wife to his side, watching the pair with her. "They're so gay," he said fondly.
"Your laugh is nice." He pressed another kiss to Tweek's forehead and then took a sip of his hot chocolate. "And your drinks are the best. As always."
"O-Oh hush," he said, rubbing his arms. "You don't have to lay it on that thick." He was grinning as he spoke, clearly enjoying the compliments.
"Babe, I'm not even close to laying it on thick," he said, grinning with amusement before he put down the hot chocolate on the table next to him.
"Then please don't start, I might combust," Tweek said, then hurried back behind the counter. Craig chuckled and sat back in his chair, looking after him for a bit before pulling out his laptop from his bag and taking a drink.
The Tweaks were almost unbearable. They hovered around the pair, constantly asking Craig if he needed anything, or prodding Tweek into doing sweet things for his boyfriend. Tweek didn't really mind since he now had an excuse to dot on his boyfriend in public, but it was annoying that his parents were forcing him. Craig enjoyed the attention he got from Tweek even if he still felt weird about being watched and encouraged by the adults. It irritated him, despite what he had told Tweek.
When his parents finally left for the day, Tweek groaned, draping himself over Craig's back, his face pressed into the crook of his neck.
Craig his arms back, crossing them behind Tweek's head and breathing easier than he had the entire afternoon. He realized didn't care about the other customers looking. Just Richard. "Finally, huh?"
"Kill me now," Tweek mumbled into his neck.
"We can close up soon and leave for the guys. Just a little longer. Want me to help you out? I promise I won't ask for money," he grinned.
"No, it's okay," he sighed, straightening. "I got it."
Craig still had his hands locked behind Tweek, so he gently pulled him down for a short kiss, which was in a bit of an awkward angle but worked out anyways. "I'll be sitting here if you need me." Tweek smiled and nodded, then went to work cleaning. About an hour later, the door chimed, and Clyde, Token, and Jimmy entered.
Craig looked up, surprised. He had been so caught up in the weird happenings in the shop that he'd completely forgotten the guys were coming by the assist. He waved at them anyways, getting an enthusiastic greeting from Token and a small salute from Jimmy back. Clyde, being Clyde, greeted him with a hug. Craig returned it with one arm, giving him a pat on the back. "Anything interesting happen without us?" he asked.
"Nah, not ever," Clyde said.
"W-we just missed you l-lots an' lots," Jimmy added, shrugging with a grin.
Craig rolled his eyes, returning the expression. "Sure you did."
"I always miss you," Clyde said earnestly. "You're my bestie, I'm lost without you."
Token nodded, wistfully. "He's like a sad puppy, looking for you and whine- I mean, crying."
"The t-true Clyde Do... D... Doooh... Clyde Dogovan", Jimmy added, making Craig snort.
"Woof."
Tweek came out of the back then, raising an eyebrow at the group and their shenanigans.
"Help me, honey. They're all furries," Craig deadpanned, looking over at him and rolling his eyes with a small, fond shake of his head.
"I have no idea what that means," Tweek answered, beginning to sweep.
"Good, consider yourself lucky and uncursed," Clyde laughed.
Token stared at him in amazement, but Jimmy spoke faster. "You d-don't know what a fffffurry is in this day and age? You really are l-lucky. Do you ever g... ever g... go online?"
"When am I supposed to have time for that?" he asked, nudging at their feet with his broom to make them move so he could sweep under them.
Jimmy lifted himself up on his crutches, a technique he had perfected when they got into middle school, while Token sat down on a nearby chair close to Craig, pulling Clyde along and onto the one next to his, holding his feet in the air. "Good point. So, we came by to help out. What do we do?"
Tweek blinked, then quickly shook his head. "Nothing, you guys don't have to do anything," he said. A small smile form on his face. "It's just nice to not be alone, you know?"
Jimmy nodded before the others could protest. "A-alright. But say if you wa... if you wan... want our help a-anyways, yes?"
"Alright, but I'm almost done, shouldn't be much longer." They nodded, waiting for Tweek to finish.
"So, have you guys hung out the entire time since we left school or did you meet up right before coming here?" Craig asked.
"We've been at my house getting ready," Clyde said excitedly. "It's awesome, dude, we got the living room all set up, and Token reminded me to call my dad and tell him we're all going to be there and probably awake when he gets home for once!"
"And w-we went to the sssss... the ssssuh... we went shopping, so we have t-the biggest p-pile of snacks ever."
Token grinned. "We also got coke and juice while we were at it, since you went with Tweek."
Craig rolled his eyes. "I would've home to get some myself before coming to your place."
"You're welcome."
"Craig, if you think you get to go anywhere but straight to my house, you have a broken brain, friend," Clyde said seriously.
"Why does this sound like you're my father, Clyde? Just for this I should take a walk through South Park first."
"Don't make me ground you, son!" he giggled.
Craig threw a napkin into his face, shaking his head and holding up his middle finger. "Fuck you, father."
"Moooom," Clyde whined, grabbing Token's arm. "Our son is being a dick."
Token glared at Craig. "Be nice to your father, Craigory, you know his heart is weak."
Craig snorted. "You guys are so weird sometimes."
"Alas, our son is cruel," Clyde sighed, then moved to Jimmy and slung his arm around his shoulders. "Good thing we have another."
Jimmy looked back at him and, for a moment, looked like he was going to protest, but then he winked and said, "Well, you c-can't have it all. TWO ha-haaa... handsome and talented s-sons would just be too m-much!"
"Exactly!" Clyde cheered with a bright grin. "See? Our darling Jimothy gets it!"
Craig laid his head on the table. "Please, if I'm not there to stop it, never let him choose his future children names."
"I'm GREAT at naming things, Mr. Stripe Number One Billion!"
"At least I own up to that, I definitely won't name any future kids."
"I don't remember everyone being so lively," Tweek commented to Token as he hung up his apron.
Token shrugged before answering, actually sounding like a tired parent for a moment. "Really? With Clyde? They get so much worse."
Tweek patted his back lightly. "I'm sure the sugar crash is worth the wait."
Token grinned. "You'll see yourself."
"A-are you d-done, Tweek?" Jimmy asked, noticing him putting away his supplies.
He nodded, coming around the counter. "Done."
"Let's go, then!" Token looked over to Craig who shrugged and stood up, stretching his arms over his head until his back cracked.
"Ready when you are."
The group left the shop, Tweek flipping the sign and locking the door behind them. Craig waited until he had so he could take his hand. They were each carrying a small bag with the shops left overs.
"Th-this is gonna be ssss-ssssso cool!" Jimmy announced, obviously pumped for the evening.
"I know right?!" Clyde agreed. "Ah, I can't wait!" He started to run, holding his bag to his chest to keep it from being smashed. The boys glanced at one another, then shrugged, taking off after him.
"I h-hate you guys!" Jimmy called after them, laughing and hurrying. Despite them usually being careful he didn't really need it. He could be pretty fast himself, if he wanted to.
The group burst into the Donovan house, all of them out of breath and breathing heavily, Clyde giving a weak 'whoo' and pumping his fist in the air.
Craig's following cough sounded a bit like he was trying to get rid of his lungs, which got him an amused look from Token who seemed to be the least exhausted one of them. Unlike Craig, he actually had stamina from jogging. Craig might have a mean left hook but none of that.
Tweek patted his back lightly, quickly getting his breathing under control himself.
Craig calmed down too after a while just as Jimmy caught up, rolling his eyes and obviously not even slightly out of breath. Craig gave him the middle finger before straightening.
Clyde bounced back quickly, running over to the coffee table and setting down his bag of goodies, then turning on the television. "Let's get it started up in this piece!"
Token shook his head and motioned the others to join Clyde while he went into the kitchen, setting up the drink choices, some more snacks and other food, and the pasties from the shop. Craig pulled Tweek behind him, but had some difficulties with reaching the sofa, since Jimmy found it funny to continuously stick his crutches between his feet with every step.
"Jimmy, for fucks sake," he said after almost falling a third time.
"W-What?" he asked with a shit eating grin.
Craig glared and took another step while watching Jimmy, who pretended to be as innocent as they come. As soon as Craig looked to the front again, Jimmy pulled his legs out from under him and took the seat Craig had focused on, cackling madly.
"What the fuck!" Craig yelped. The only reason he wasn't face first on the floor was because Craig had managed to hold on to Tweek.
Tweek had planted his feet when he felt Craig pitch forward, helping him stay up. "Is this sibling rivalry?" he asked.
Instead of answering Craig raised his voice a hint of accusation in his tone. "Token, why am I not an only child?"
Token looked through the open doorway, obviously delighted that Craig was playing along. "Ask your father."
Clyde looked up from his movie list. "Ask me what?"
"Why I'm not an only child? Weren't you happy with me? Am I not a good son?" Craig seemed really unenthusiastic about it, but he was actually enjoying the banter just as much as the others did.
"Sorry, son. I just have so much love to give, I couldn't justify having only one little bean in the house," he said with a grin.
"This got so much more uncomfortable with you calling me a little bean, dude."
Tweek swatted him lightly. "Don't call your father 'dude'."
Craig gave him a weird look before turning back to Clyde. "I refuse to acknowledge him as such. Also, please tell me one of us," he pointed between him and Tweek, "is adopted."
Clyde snorted. "Don't worry, Craigorio. Tweekson is only related to us through you."
Craig breathed out theatrically. "You never know with you guys."
Token made an offended noise in the kitchen. "Excuse me, no incest in my four walls!"
"Good point, my darling!" Clyde called back.
"My points are always good, boo," Token's voice changed to a higher, overexaggerated pitch for the nickname, "but thank you for noticing."
Jimmy shook his head. "You g-guys can be gross, I agree w... wiii... with Craig on that."
"Don't you sass your parents," Clyde teased.
"You raised us. Blame yourself." He gave Jimmy the high five he had lifted his hand for.
Token came back with a tray of food and drinks. "We failed as parents. Devastating."
"Guess we'll just have to try again. Throw out these old babies and get new ones."
"You c-can go kid shopping next week. L-let's start with the m-mo... the moo... the movies!"
"Alright, what are we feeling?" Clyde asked. "Want to start with a comedy?"
"A-always."
Craig shrugged. "We're joking around already anyways. Might as well."
"What do you think, Toke?" He held up a list with titles. "Preference?"
"How about School of Rock?" he suggested, sitting on Clyde's free side.
Craig perked up a bit. "Good movie."
"I love that movie." Clyde searched the movie in Netflix, clicking on it.
Tweek sat beside Craig, leaning into him. "What's this movie?"
"It's about this dude who needs a job, so he pretends to be a teacher, but he's actually a wannabe rock star. It's kind of old by now but fun." Craig took Tweek's hand in his, starting to play with his fingers.
"Interesting." He smiled slightly at Craig, the group falling quiet as the movie began, and soon, all of them engrossed in the film.
The next few hours were spent in relative silence aside from Tweek's occasional questions of what was going on. From School of Rock, they went into the first Harry Potter, the new TMNT, and Deadpool. It was a bit uncomfortable during the sex scene, but Clyde saved the day by chattering randomly over it, talking about whatever popped into his brain as the boys averted their gaze from the screen.
Afterwards, they played some video games, mostly trying to stay awake for Clyde's father to come home, but also because Jimmy and Clyde had started challenging each other and neither was ready to lose. Craig commented on occasion when he had something smart to say. He mostly kept hugging Tweek to his chest, who he had moved onto his lap at some point in the evening, watching the others and enjoying their company silently.
Tweek didn't mind, resting against him comfortably. He was having a good time just being with the group, listening to the ridiculous arguments they got into and yelled at one another about. He turned himself slightly, nuzzling his face into Craig's neck with a soft sigh. He could feel Craig relax and sink a bit deeper into the sofa while avoiding Jimmy's elbow. Craig was feeling more at home than he had the last few days. He had really missed all of them, even if they had recently had a sleep over already. Tweek being there seemed like it pushed the others some more, too, or maybe it was because Craig was happy that he noticed. It was fun.
"G-g-got you, fucker! You're re-really not as great at this g-game as you think!" Jimmy grinned when Clyde's part of the screen flashed 'YOU LOSE' in red letters.
"God!" Clyde whined, collapsing backwards onto the floor with a groan. "I'm not bad at it, you're just really good!"
"Don't worry, Clyde. You can always beat me if you're that frustrated over this," Token offered.
"Ohhh, ab-abusive r-relationshhhh... relationsh... relationship!" Jimmy cut in before Clyde could answer. Token took the smallest pillow and threw it at him, just missing Jimmy by a few centimeters. "Hah! You m-missed me, Toke!"
"I would never hurt my dear Token!" Clyde yelped, scandalized. "You, on the other hand..." Grabbing a pillow, he launched himself at Jimmy, beginning a pillow fight.
Jimmy cackled and ducked just in time. Instead of hitting Jimmy in the chest it ended up in Craig's face, who had sunken way deeper into the sofa by now. He sputtered and then glared at Clyde, his arms up, having shielded Tweek automatically instead if his face.
Jimmy breathed out a laugh, with a small "uh-oh" and Token also looked slightly alarmed, but rather for Craig's well-being than Clyde's.
"Clyde."
Clyde blinked in surprise, then grinned nervously. "Uh, hey, Craig," he said, inching back. Before Craig could respond, the pillow that had attacked him was whipped across the room and hit Clyde square in the face, knocking him backwards.
Tweek was sitting up, his arm in the air from the throw, a satisfied smile on his face.
Craig turned to Tweek, looking more than a little star struck. "My boyfriend's better than yours," was all he said to Token, causing the teen and Jimmy to laugh. Clyde groaned weakly, laying in his defeated position as Tweek lowered himself lightly back into Craig's hold.
Craig kissed his cheek. "My hero."
Token held out his hand for Clyde to take and sit up. "You had that coming, dork."
Jimmy mocked a frown. "All of you are w-way to gay, p-pretend or not. I fffff... I ffffffff. I fffffeel pressured to be t-too now."
"If you had to pick a guy, who would it be?" Clyde asked, relocating to an armchair. "Present company not excluded."
Jimmy hummed. "T-this is a hard o-one. I c-could go with M-McCor... with McCor... McCoooor... with Kenny, but I kissed h-him one t-time in our f-freshman year and it w-was kinda l... lame." The gang stared at him.
"You what." Craig was shocked that he had never mentioned it before.
"I want to be surprised, but I've kissed Kenny too, so I can't say I am," Clyde admitted.
Craig turned his head to Clyde to stare at him instead. "Why do I not know that? I feel like I should know that and be less surprised." He shook his head. "And here I felt like I was the first one to be gay."
Token patted his knee. "I didn't know either. Also, I haven't kissed anyone but a girl from elementary and Nichole so far, so don't worry."
Craig didn't look convinced. "Did you kiss Kenny, too, babe?" he asked jokingly, already knowing the answer.
"Uh, no, sorry," Tweek said, shaking his head with a smile.
Clyde blushed. "Look, I just wanted to check if he was as good a kisser as everyone said," he defended.
"Good..." Craig answered Tweek, too quietly for the others to hear, then looked back to Clyde. "You know, I actually believe that." He meant it. It was a very Clyde thing to do... depending on which grade that happened in. But he wasn't going to ask. Jimmy snorted, getting their attention back.
"So, who WOULD you choose, Jimmy? Not Kenny, but...?" Token asked, trying to get the answer.
"Probably K-Kevin or Token, going from wh-wha... from what I've heard."
Token chuckled nervously. "From what you've heard?"
"Y-yeah. I heard th-the girls compareing th-their exes and b-boyfriends not too l-long ago."
"Oh! Did Bebe say anything about me?" Clyde asked, leaning closer.
Token rolled his eyes with a smile, giving Craig a telling glance.
"N-nah, sssorry man. It was just Wendy, Ni... Nichole and Red t-talking."
He looked crestfallen, sitting back. "Oh, that's too bad."
Jimmy waved it off. "D-don't sound so disa... disappointed. She wasn't e-even with them."
Token looked at him in confusion. "She wouldn't really have anything to talk about anyways. Elementary was forever ago."
"But I'm a great boyfriend," he protested. "Even if it was forever ago, it's still worth something!"
Token nodded. "I'm sure you are. Don't sweat it, man." Craig nodded in agreement, running his fingers through the hair on Tweek's neck. Tweek shivered slightly from the action, glancing sideways to give Craig a small grin. Craig didn't see Tweek's grin since he was focused on Clyde, but he did feel him shiver, which softened his expression.
"Sh-she'll come around," Jimmy pitched in.
"You think so?" Clyde asked hopefully, looking at his friends.
"W-we do."
"Of course!"
"Sure."
Clyde smiled, perking up quickly with their assurance.
They smiled back. "S-so, who's ready to l-lose another r-round?"
"Tweek, you want to give it a try?" Clyde offered, holding out the controller.
"Uh... I don't know," he said, curling slightly into Craig. "I've never played before. I'd never even heard of this game before today."
"It's alright, Tweek, we can play together. Here." Craig took the controller Clyde had been stretching towards them and held it in front of them both for Tweek to grab on. He did so, blushing lightly as Craig put his hands over his. Craig was warm and comfortable. He could get used to this.
Craig leaned a bit forward so his mouth was close to Tweek's ear and he was resting his chin on his shoulder. Jimmy turned the game back on and Craig explained what each button did. "This is how you jump, run, and if you press the upper button, you can attack. L is for a shield, but I can do that for you. The goal is to have a higher kill count than Jimmy. We're the upper screen. Alright?"
Tweek nodded slightly, and the game started. He tensed, the only sounds in the room from the game and the clicks of the controller. Tweek was focusing so hard, his tongue was poking out from his lips, his eyes glued to the television.
Craig didn't see, focusing just as much at the new challenge of playing with the same controller as someone else. Token, though... He exchanged an endeared expression with Clyde before sneakily taking a picture. Clyde nodded slightly in approval, smiling, and Token sent it into the squad's group chat.
They lost their first round against Jimmy horribly, but the second was already much better, both of them getting the hang of the team work. By the fourth, they actually came close to beating him. Token and Clyde had started betting on the kill counts after a while, betting with sweets and chips and sharing Clyde's armchair.
The sixth round ended in the couple's victory, causing in celebration all around.
Craig felt just as smug as this grin told the others as he fist bumped Clyde for beating Jimmy in his favorite game.
"Hey, d-dude, when's your d-dad gonna be ho... hooo... home?" Jimmy asked as the celebrating died down.
"Uh, I don't know for sure," Clyde said, looking at the clock on the wall, "but I can't imagine it'll be too much longer." It was almost three in the morning now.
Craig looked at his phone, then back at the others. "Who wants pizza?"
"There are pizza places still open?" Tweek asked.
Craig nodded. "There's this place that's open until like four because they basically live off of party goers and drunk people."
"Oh. Wow. How do you know about it?" he asked curiously.
"Who cares? I'm always down for pizza!" Clyde cheered.
"I have weird craving in the middle of the night," he answered, already pulling up the number of the place. "Who wants what?"
"Tuna," was Token's answer, followed by Jimmy with four cheese.
"Meat lovers!" Clyde requested.
Craig looked down at Tweek. "Wanna share one?"
Tweek shrugged slightly. "I guess."
"You don't have to, if you don't wanna."
"I know."
"Alright. Anything specific you'd like?"
Tweek shrugged again. Craig hummed. When he called the restaurant, he chose a margarita for himself and Tweek, since it was neutral, along with the others. While he did, Jimmy turned to the others. "G-guys, on a ssss... a ssss..." he sighed. "Which of the g-girls do you think is the h-hottest? Except N-Nichole and Bebe."
Craig used the distraction to type a message on the notes app on his phone. Then he gave it to Tweek. The message read 'Are you ok'
Tweek smiled slightly and rolled his eyes. 'Im fine' he typed back.
Craig read it and kissed his temple, before whispering into his ear softly, "I love you."
Tweek blushed lightly. "I love you too."
"Hot, huh... Looks wise, I think it's that girl from third period... I think she's called Linda or Lisa or something like that," Token shared.
"Hmm..." Clyde said thoughtfully. "I think Lola. We have math together, she's really smart."
Jimmy nodded in agreement. "I th-think R-Red is," he chose, shooting a side glance at Craig, but he was too concentrated on Tweek to notice. He probably wouldn't have cared anyways.
"What about you guys?" Token raised his voice to get Craig and Tweek's attention.
Tweek blinked, looking over. "What?"
"Who do you think is hottest in our class?" Clyde asked. "Token says Lisa, I say Lola, and Jimmy picked Red. Do you guys have any thoughts?"
Craig looked at him, confused. "...Tweek."
Jimmy shook his head. "G-girls, man." Craig just frowned, so Token looked at Tweek.
"Do you have anyone? No pressure, it's just hypothetical."
Tweek shook his head. "I've never thought about it," he said.
"Th-think about it now? Who d-do you think is p-p-prettiest?"
Craig looked at them. "No."
"Lame, Tucker."
"Ah well, leave him alone," Clyde said, surprisingly siding with Craig. "If they don't want to answer, they don't have too."
Craig raised his hands to flip them off and that was it. The delivery boy rang the doorbell fifteen minutes later and Token went to open and pay with the money they'd put together before. The boys dove into the pizzas, tearing into them like they were starving.
Tweek took a single slice of his and Craig's, sitting back on the couch and nibbling it lightly as he watched the others.
Craig didn't say anything, but the fact that Tweek had taken even just one piece calmed his mind a little. They didn't really talk about anything and at some point turned on the TV to watch a marathon of badly made shark movies.
"Oh, FUCK yeah!" Clyde cheered when Sharknado came on.
Token groaned quietly, answering his friends' questioning faces by saying, "You have no idea how often he makes me watch these."
"Cinematic masterpieces!" Clyde said, grabbing Token's arm and shaking it.
"Spare me... I can almost quote along by now." Jimmy cackled at Token's doomed expression while he just let Clyde shake his arm. "Mr. Donovan better come home fast..." he murmured.
"Quote with me, Toke."
"What do I get out of that, man." Token wasn't actually asking, he sounded rather frustrated.
"Nothing. You'll watch and enjoy."
He sighed and accepted his fate. Token wasn't kidding when he said he could quote the movie scenes. Craig caught him multiple times mouthing along. Weirdly enough, he didn't seem that repulsed by the movie at all. He nudged Tweek gently pointing at their friend, grinning against the back of his neck.
Tweek glanced over and smiled as well. He leaned into Craig, whispering, "Token sure is accepting of Clyde's ideas, even when he argues."
"He likes to seem hard to impress sometimes." Craig pressed another kiss to his neck before concentrating on the ridiculous amount of blood spraying around as a shark fell onto a victim.
Tweek wasn't sure how he felt about the movie. It was so over the top, he couldn't find it scary, but it was definitely gross all the same.
When the movie was almost through, the sound of a key could be heard turning in the lock. The squad looked up as a unit, waiting. The door opened, and Mr. Donovan walked in. He looked exhausted, but smiled when he saw the group. "Morning, boys," he greeted.
"DAD!" Like at the mall, Clyde threw himself at his father, the pair hugging one another tightly.
The rest of the group smiled back, all giving their individual types of greeting but mostly holding back so Clyde could have the moment.
Clyde was grinning brightly, talking to his dad excitedly, telling him about their evening. Mr. Donovan was smiling as he did, nodding every now and then to show he was listening.
At some point, Tokek started cleaning up their trash, getting involved in the conversation a little after asking Mr. Donovan if he wanted some of the cake they still had. The man accepted, munching on it as Clyde talked animatedly, his arms waving around to help him act out the things he was saying.
The others watched him amused and somewhat endeared. It was sweet, seeing how close the two were even if the reason that had made them so were still a sad memory lingering over the group.
Mr. Donovan wasn't able to stay up much longer. He told them goodnight, kissed Clyde's head, then went upstairs, his door closing softly behind him.
"We should probably sleep as well," Token commented, after the TV was turned off.
The group agreed, settling down in the living room. It was a bit after four in the morning, and Tweek sighed, knowing he was going to have to leave in a couple hours to go to work.
Craig laid down next to him, too tired to do much else. He kissed his forehead quickly. "I'll probably be asleep when you leave. Want me to come by the coffee shop tomorrow?"
"Only if you want to," he said softly. "Saturdays can get busy."
"Of course I want to." It was too dark to see much, but Jimmy caught on to their whispering instead.
"S-Stop dirty taa... dirty taaaa... stop d-dirty talking guys," he joked and Craig made a dismissive noise when the other two giggled. He rolled his eyes and pulled Tweek closer gently.
Silence fell over the group and soon, they were all asleep. A few hours later, Tweek got up silently and left the house, heading to work.