I hate having to be excused for late updates, but it was my Dad's fiftieth birthday yesterday, and when we got home from the restaurant we celebrated in, it was far too late for me to update. Only one more chapter after this one left. Then, I will answer your pleas and write the smut scenes. I don't own the modern version of the play. Longer than normal. Enjoy~

~Time Skip- 13th June~

It had been five months since Tweek had told Craig's mother that he was in love with her son. Also five months since Craig had told his father about his love for Tweek. The problem was, neither teen had confessed that tiny yet important fact to each other.

They were too nervous of what the other would say in response to tell each other verbally, but it was very clear in the way that they talked to each other and about each other to their friends.

It was finally the much awaited, and detested day; the day that Craig and Tweek had to perform their version of "Romeo and Jules". They had revised the script and rehearsed for months. They were ready.

They had watched everyone else in the class perform their own plays, some better than others, some passionate, some that put the watchers in a position where they wanted to either laugh or shout because the actors were so bad. No one wanted to be in that last group of people.

"Craig, Tweek; your turn." Miss Blackstar called from the front of the class. Tweek breathed out and he and his boyfriend rose from their seats and walked to the front of the room. Craig stood in the centre while Tweek moved to one side of the classroom, to signal that he wasn't "in the room" at this current point in the play.

Craig nodded discreetly at his blond boyfriend to show assurance and began to speak aloud to the class. "Oh, he shows the torches how to burn bright! He stands out against the darkness like a jewelled earring hanging against the cheek of an African. His radiance is too good for this world; he's too gorgeous to die and be buried. He outshines any other in the room like a white dove in the middle of a flock of crows. When this dance is over, I'll see where he stands, and then I'll touch his hands with my rough and ugly one. Did my heart ever love anyone before this moment? My eyes were liars, then, because I've never seen true beauty before tonight."

Tweek walked forward to show that he and Craig could both see each other now. They faced each other and Tweek was shaking. Craig took his hand as scripted and brought him closer.

"Your hand is like a holy place that my hand is unworthy to visit. If you're offended by the touch of my hand, my two lips are standing here are like blushing pilgrims, ready to make things better with a kiss."

Everyone in the classroom was shocked; no one had ever heard the black-haired male talk with so much emotion. They all thought that Tweek wouldn't be able to do it to a high standard, but they were severely wrong. The blond had stopped quivering.

"Good pilgrim, you don't give your hand enough credit. By holding my hand you show polite devotion. After all, pilgrims touch the hands of statues of saints. Holding one hand against another is like a kiss." Craig raised an eyebrow, managing to hold the chuckle dying to escape his mouth."Don't saints and pilgrims have lips too?" Tweek couldn't hold back his smile as he replied "Yes, pilgrim- they have lips that they're supposed to pray with."

Their dialogue continued back and forth, growing more intense as time went on. "Well then, saint, let lips do what hands do. I'm praying for you to kiss me. Please grant my prayer so my faith doesn't turn to despair." Tweek smirked. "Saints don't move, even when they grant prayers." Craig held him around the waist now, everyone waited with hitched breaths. "They don't move while I act out my prayer." Craig brought Tweek into an intense kiss.

The class was going insane silently; no one had known that the two were dating. They had kept it well hidden, or most people were just oblivious. Craig moved back and announced "Now my sin has been taken from my lips by yours." The blond smiled. "Then do my lips now have the sin they took from yours?" Craig pecked they green-eyed teen on the lips and strayed from the script while he grinned. "Yep."

They turned to face the class and bowed. They stood quietly and held hands with baited breath. "I love you." Craig whispered to Tweek and the blond whipped his head to face the other and he smiled an amazingly bright smile. "I love you too, Craig." The black-haired boy smiled broadly at the response.

The students were muttering to each other, but their teacher clapped and stood up from the desk she sat at. "Boys?" She questioned. They came out of their stupor and nodded for her to continue and she grinned as she wrote their score for the year down on her sheet. "A plus."

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