"Token! You have to help me!"
The black teen blinked as he saw the frantic Craig Tucker in the doorway of his house. "Hey Token! How are you doing dude? Have a good Christmas?"
Craig rolled his eyes and flipped the teen off. "Hey Token. How are you doing dude? Have a good Christmas? NOW will you help me?"
Token shook his head as he chuckled. "Something big must of happened for YOU to lose your cool. Did you accidentally drink that Death Wish the Tweaks sell?"
The noirette growled as he glared at Token. "No, I didn't drink the Death Wish. I have a date with Tweek tonight! It's our first one since we got together."
"Dude! Congrats! It's about time you finally took him out! Where are you guys going?"
"It's just City Wok to use that voucher Kenny gave us, but that's not the problem Token. I don't have anything nice to wear! All I have are T-shirts and blue jeans and my shitty tennis shoes."
Token raised his eyebrow. "Tweek's not gonna care what you look like dude. He's seen you in worse. And it's just City Wok."
Craig grabbed the ends of his chullo and began pulling as he paced Token's doorstep. "Token! I don't know why I care what I look like, but I do! And I know he doesn't care, but I just want to look nice for one night! I just woke up today and that's the only thing that's in my mind, dress nice to impress Tweek. Isn't the first date supposed to be as fancy as possible? Please let me borrow some clothes! I would have asked Clyde but he's a bit stockier than me and they'd hang off me."
Token sighed and moved out of the doorway to let the noirette in. "Come on then Craig. I suppose you want your hair fixed too?"
"Please?"
"You're hopeless Tucker. You know that, right?"
Tweek was fretting noisily around in his closet in his old room that he didn't hear anyone walk in until he was touched gently on the shoulder.
"GAH!"
The blond quickly turned around, tripping on a box, and landed heavily on his butt. He looked up wide-eyed to see Ruby smirking as she shook her head.
"You ever think about trying decaf Tweek?"
Tweek shivered at the memory of the ONE time he had tried decaf, back when he was in rehab and the doctors were trying to regulate his pills and coffee intake. "That shit is gross Ruby. And h-how did you even get in here?"
The redhead chuckled and bent down to lightly punch Tweek on the head. "Your parents gave me a key dummy. Remember?"
"A lot h-has happened since then. So why are you h-here?"
Ruby held out her hand to help the blond up and pulled Tweek up before walking over and sitting on the bed. "Home was getting a bit hectic. Dad's still used to living by himself and he forgets we're there sometimes. So where's my useless brother?"
"He w-went to Token's for something, but said he'd meet me at City Wok for our d-date in like two hours. I'm trying to find something to wear, but nothing's g-good enough."
The girl's eyes lit up and she smiled. "A date? Like an actual you guys are going on a romantic and not just friends hanging out date?"
Tweek nodded as he began to sift through his clothes. "Yeah. It's kind of our f-first one where we're not a big group hanging out and since we got together. It's just us. And I k-know it's just City Wok and it's just Craig, but I…kind of want to dress up. Look nice and not like a h-half crazed mental patient."
After a few more minutes of looking at the same boring clothes, Tweek sighed and sat next to Ruby, putting his head in his hands. "I have n-nothing nice to wear. It's hopeless."
Ruby stood up and shook her head. "It's not hopeless Tweek. I saw a few things that might work. Trust me. I know more about fashion than you do, despite you being the gay one."
Tweek lifted his head, raising an eyebrow. "Stereotyping much? I'm shit at m-matching my clothes. Craig even g-gave up about a week after him moving in on helping me even match m-my socks."
Ruby chuckled as she rummaged in the closet. "Eh, that's kind of a trend now to wear mismatched socks. Ooh, how about this?"
The girl held up a knit greyish green striped sweater which Tweek furrowed his eyebrows at. "Eh…I g-got that two years ago from Aunt Kathryn. It's a bit itchy, so I never wear i-it."
"So…you don't really care about it too much?"
The blond shook his head and Ruby smiled as she went over to the desk in the room that Craig now used as his art space and grabbed the scissors. The girl sat down and began to slice the arms off, careful to keep the body of the sweater from unraveling. She pulled off the extra yarn and threw the sweater to Tweek before rummaging in the closet again, grabbing one of Tweek's white button up work shirts.
"Tweek, it's your lucky day! I'm gonna teach you about layering! And we have to do something about your hair too. Does Craig have any hair gel?"
To say Craig Tucker looked very overdressed in their small mountain hick town was an understatement. The noirette shuffled his feet in the shined black shoes he was wearing as he waited close to the City Wok restaurant, knowing full well that the outfit Token had dressed him in easily cost the teen more than what Craig spent on clothes in a year.
Black slacks, white button up shirt with a dark purplish blue tie, and a dark blue blazer completed the look. His hair still swept to one side, but Token had managed to actually make it look like it didn't spent ninety percent of the time under his hat. It had taken all of his willpower to not put his beloved chullo on his head after walking out of Token's house.
Craig inwardly groaned as a gust of cold Winter wind blew through the street and he wondered if he had just been stupid in wanting to dress up for Tweek. For starters, Tweek would probably just wear his normal clothes and, while the blond did have more of a professional look than Craig did, due to the fact the majority of his clothes were long sleeved button ups, he could picture the teen start to freak out for being under dressed.
The noirette looked at his phone, noting there was about twenty minutes before Tweek would get there. He could easily pop into the restaurant and change out of the clothes and into his normal clothes he had in his backpack and come out before the blond got there.
"C-Craig? Is that really you?"
Craig turned and all thoughts flew out of his head as he saw Tweek standing in front of him.
Shit.
Tweek was hot.
Seriously hot.
Like jaw dropping, heart pounding, you've died and gone to heaven and have seen the angels hot.
Craig was seriously glad that Tweek was already his boyfriend because at this point if he were dating anyone else, their ass would be dumped faster than Cartman could run after the ice cream truck. (which surprisingly was pretty fast as the ice cream man learned the hard way one summer when he was caught by the large teen as he drove down the highway doing sixty)
Tweek was wearing one of his white button ups with what looked like a greyish green sweater vest over it, his dark grey work pants and a pair of black boots Craig had seen tossed in the back of Tweek's closet a few times.
What made Tweek pop out though wasn't his outfit, even though the blond REALLY looked good in it with the way it hugged his body, but actually seeing Tweek's face. The blond's wild mass of hair was actually TAMED. It still stuck out, but the spikiness looked controlled and much of the hair that usually fell in Tweek's face was held back with black and silver bobby pins.
And Tweek's eyes. Just… Damn. Tweek's eyes.
Tweek was wearing eyeliner, there was no doubt about that. Craig had almost forgotten about what Tweek had looked like with the dark bags under his eyes, but those had only made the teen look tired and older than he looked. The eyeliner made the blond just radiate attractiveness. Craig suddenly felt like he was the one under dressed.
"Tw-Tweek! Uh…damn dude. Shit…you look hot."
The blond squeaked and Craig turned around to try to hide the growing blush on his face on his accidental admittance on his thoughts.
"Y-You look really hot yourself Craig! Oh god…"
Tweek squeaked again and Craig turned around to see the blond as red as he was. The two stared at each other for a minute, just taking in each other's appearance.
"So…I g-guess this is why you went to Token's?"
Craig nodded. "I know it's just City Wok, but I kind of wanted something nice for our first official date…"
Tweek laughed nervously. "Um, that w-was my thought too. Ruby helped me put this t-together. She even did the impossible! I'm w-wearing matching socks!"
The blond pulled up his pants, revealing the pair of coffee cup socks Craig had got for Tweek for Christmas.
"Oh my god. I owe her so much for making that happen. You ready to go in?"
The blond nodded and Craig wrapped his arm around Tweek's body, pulling him closer, as they walked into the restaurant.
"Damn! Well aren't you guys all dressed up!"
Craig resisted the urge to flip Kenny off as he set their drinks down since the blond was working and he was trying to make the date go as smooth as possible. "Well… technically first date and all, you know?"
Kenny nodded as he smiled. "Ah, I remember mine and Leo's first. Leo's parents locked him in his room and forgot to let him out before they left for Denver for three days and I had to break him out. He called me his hero and kissed me and took me out to Bennigan's the next day. Ah…memories. So…what are you guys hungry for?"
"What do you recommend Kenny?"
The blond smiled as he grabbed the menu from Craig's hands and set it down on the table and began to point at a few things. "Well, any of the chicken dishes are pretty good and safe. The beef is a little iffy, especially if you don't like spicy, and I'd stay away from the pork ones. That's how I died that one time."
Tweek pointed at one of the items. "I'll h-have the teriyaki chicken with rice. And could you t-take the carrots off? I hate c-cooked carrots. They taste weird."
Kenny nodded and wrote down Tweek's order before turning his head toward Craig.
"I'll have the sesame chicken with rice. That sounds good."
Kenny smiled and wrote down Craig's order. "Alright, and I'm adding some crab rangoons to that since they are amazing here. I'll be back soon with your food."
The blond teen sauntered off into the kitchen, leaving Craig and Tweek alone.
Craig looked over to Tweek, who was lightly touching one of the hair accessories keeping his bangs out of his eyes.
"I really meant what I said outside Tweek. You look really nice. So…how did you rope my little sister into helping you?"
Tweek put his hand down and chuckled nervously. "She k-kind of snuck up behind me and startled m-me while I was trying to find something to wear. Then she raided my closet, u-used most of your hair gel and her bobby pins on my hair, and nearly stabbed me in the eyes putting this eyeliner on! I don't even know why she did it!"
Craig shook his head as he laughed. "Girls have this obsession with wanting guys to wear it for some reason. But…it actually compliments you well. That's like the first thing I noticed about you when I saw you. You are seriously so hot right now."
Tweek rolled his eyes. "I think you've s-said that several times already. So, how did YOU get Token t-to lend you that outfit? Please don't t-tell me you've agreed to some back alley d-deal with him and a Russian drug cartel?"
"Tweek, one of these days I am going to figure out your thought process."
The blond groaned. "It's happened before w-with those guys. Anything c-can happen in this town."
"True. Nah, Token just made me promise to not get it too messed up. He said he can deal if I got some sauce on any of the clothes but I had better not end up in Louisiana or somewhere fighting off hoards of zombies while wearing it. Also, he wants a picture of us since he needs to start filling his Creek album."
"Ugh…don't tell me that M-Mama Token has started that shit too."
Craig chuckled as he pulled his phone out. "You know there will be a riot with all of our friends and our parents if JUST Kenny got to see both of us dressed up."
Kenny came back a few minutes later with their food and was happy to take a few pictures of the couple with both of the teen's phones, as well as his own.
After posting and tagging the pictures on their social media sites, the two began to eat, grateful that the food was fresher than normal.
Craig handed Kenny the voucher once the teen came back with their fortune cookies and the blond smirked as the two began to crack the cookies open. "Now remember the rule. You have to say "in bed" after your fortune. Makes it hilarious."
Tweek read his silently and squirmed in his seat. "Um… You will d-discover your hidden talents…in bed."
Kenny snorted and Craig chuckled as he read his silently and broke down. "Oh… Oh god! It's too fucking perfect! Kenny, please tell me you rigged these!"
The blond shook his head. "Nah, they're just the shitty bulk cookies. I just grabbed whatever from the case."
Craig wiped his eyes as he read his out. "A close friend reveals a hidden talent…in bed.
The three teens were glad at the fact that the only other person in the restaurant was Mr. Kim because the three burst out into more laughter at Craig's fortune.
"Okay you two! You definitely HAVE to frame those up with a picture of this date for your wall! That is TOO perfect!"
Craig and Tweek walked the streets of South Park after their date, making their way home. Craig had his arm around Tweek, trying to keep some of the cold away from the blond since Tweek had forgotten his coat as he hurried to the restaurant so he wouldn't be late.
"Th-This was nice. I wouldn't mind doing this more. J-Just the two of us…but not so dressy."
Craig grinned. "So you'd totally be up for a three am McDonald's date in our pajamas if we can't sleep?"
"That sounds a-amazing actually. We are totally doing th-that!"
The noirette pulled Tweek closer. "So… next date is when it's ass o'clock in the morning and it isn't a school night and we're craving some chicken nuggets. But not forty like Clyde got tricked into buying that one day. I still can't believe he ate ALL of them though."
"I'm not. It's Clyde! If he c-can inhale like twelve Taco Bell tacos, he can easily eat forty chicken n-nuggets."
Craig paused for a moment and he smiled. "Hey Tweek, I have a GREAT idea… I wonder who can eat forty nuggets faster, Clyde or Cartman?"
Tweek rolled his eyes. "Craig…that's not a good idea. Remember wh-when Stan and those guys did that shit all the t-time? Bad things happened. Really bad th-things."
"Tweek, you worry too much. It's just Clyde and Cartman in an eating contest for JUST forty nuggets. What's the worse that could happen?"