This story is now officially a humour~ This week at school I have officially labelled Hell Week- five exams, six smaller tests and nine sets of homework. Who else thinks that that is just cruelty to teenagers? Chapter fifty-four!

"Craig, is it OK for me to talk to Tweek, alone?" Craig's mother asked her son, her fingers itching to just grab onto the blond's arm and tug him away so that they could have their conversation. Tweek's eyes widened and he turned his fearful gaze onto the black-haired boy, his fingers clutching tightly to his forearm so as he would need to be pried off.

Craig had seen that coming a mile away, and as much as he hated sending Tweek off with his mother, a rabbit into a lion's den in his opinion, the blond had agreed to it. Plus, could what the blonde woman have in store for Tweek possibly be any worse than what the coffee addict's own mother had done to himself? He thought not.

"Yeah sure. See you soon, Coffee Beans." Craig tried to block out the blond's complaints as he was dragged away to the kitchen and the door was slammed behind him, rendering Craig deaf to what went on behind the door, especially when his father started talking to him again.

~With Tweek~

The green-eyed teenager stood there silently, twitching periodically and hands shaking as his eyes were trained on the kitchen tiles under his feet while the woman stared him down in quiet contemplation. "OK, here's the deal." The silence shattered at the woman's voice and Tweek's eyes shot up.

"W-what d-deal?" The blond's stuttering had gotten worse; he was under an immense amount of pressure. "My boy's in love with you. Do you love him?" The maternal blonde replied, hands on her hips in a show of dominance.

The teenager gulped and returned his eyes to the floor, cheeks so red you could confuse him for a Christmas decoration. "I-it's a bit s-soon for it to be l-love, d-don't you think?" The blond squeaked.

The woman wanted to smile at the adorableness of the younger, but kept a firm scowl on her face. She needed to be serious. "It's a simple question. Answer it. Yes, or no?" She asked in monotone.

Tweek hid his eyes behind his fringe and remained mute for a minute. The silence stretched and Craig's mother was starting to get worried. Had her son chosen the wrong person to be in love with? When the boy finally answered though, her fears were squashed.

"Y-yes."

~With Craig~

"Fuck off." Craig angrily flipped off his father because of his latest comment on his chosen boyfriend. "But you know I'm right! The boy's scrawny as hell!" The ginger man flipped his son off as well.

"Yeah, I know he is, but that doesn't give you the right to say that I should date a girl, just because, the first time we fuck, "A girl wouldn't break as easily as that boy!" Where do you get off on saying that, Dad?"

The elder male sighed, shaking his head and he sank into the couch beside him. "I just want to make sure you're making the right choice, son." Craig's angry features softened and he sighed as well. "I know what I'm doing. I love him."

Craig's father's head shot up and his jaw hung open; he never thought that he would ever hear his son say those words in his entire life. "Are you completely sure?" The man prompted.

Craig stood for a second; thinking about how the blond made him feel. When he smiled it made him want to smile in response; when he cried, he wanted to kill whatever hurt him enough to make him cry. He loved his quirks, his looks and his laugh. It was no surprise when he answered his father. "Hell yeah."

Is it stupid of me to have the next seven stories that I'm going to write, summaries all ready for when I finish this one, and the M-rated scenes for this? Review please!