Nothing was ever simple with Craig Tucker.
Tweek should know that by now-but alas-Craig was still full of surprise.
He managed to pull some strings (which probably meant offering a large sum of money) and got the roller rink he was most interested in to agree to only open to them on Saturday night.
"It's more money they'd make on a regular Saturday night anyways." Was what Craig had to say about his financial decision.
Clyde suggested they made it an entire ordeal.
"We can't just show up to a roller rink in our normal clothes. We gotta do the whole nine yards, man! I'm talking a theme!"
It was Friday night and the guys, Tweek, Wendy, Tricia, and Bebe were all sitting in Craig's living room idly chatting. It was the first time in a long time that Craig opened up his home to people. Not that he didn't want to, he just needed the time after work to decompress and be alone. A lot of his morals changed when Tweek started coming around more.
The company wasn't as bad as he thought.
"What theme were you thinking?" Token asked, him and Jimmy occupying themselves by playing video games on one of Craig's many consoles. They went with Nintendo.
"Eighties! How could we not?! It's when all of us were in our prime and come on, the outfits are so fun!"
"I recall being under ten years old in the eighties." Craig muttered into his glass of whiskey, Tweek smiling to himself as he caught the comment.
"Clyde, you were like five in the eighties. You grew up in the nineties." Tricia snickered, pouring herself another glass of wine.
"Nineties Clyde was gross." The brunette sneered, Jimmy snorting quietly.
"W-We all were. We-we were g-going through puberty."
"Craig wasn't! He was near the end of it!"
"I recall living in London in the nineties with a face full of acne, braces, a bad haircut, and was scrawny as fuck" Craig sighed, eyebrow raising. "How is that not the definition of puberty?"
"….Hmm…I see your point."
"I like the eighties theme," Wendy chimed in. She was leaning against the couch with Bebe, Maite stretched over their laps. "We can all dress as like a movie character or just use the opportunity to create fun outfits with what we've got."
"What the hell, why not? I've got some scrunchies lying around." Tricia said with a shrug of her shoulder.
"So, it's settled then? Eighties?!"
Everyone took a moment to look around at one another, a soft mumble of 'sure' filling the living room.
"Fuck!" Token and Jimmy exclaimed at the same time, both groaning as they rung out their hands.
"You guys have been playing this game for an hour and have yet to complete any of the bonus stages." Tricia pointed out.
"Thanks, Captain Obvious. But only someone with an insane amount of focus or-like-I don't know-ADHD could complete the blue sphere levels in Sonic!"
"Tweek."
The blonde blinked as he heard his roommate call him out, eyes wide as he sat up out of Craig's side.
"W-What?!"
"Tweek can probably do it. He's got ADHD."
"Well-yeah-but-!"
"C-come on, b-buddy! We-We'll get to-to the level and y-you give her a g-go!" Jimmy encouraged. Nibbling on his lip, Tweek whined in his throat as he nodded and moved to sit between Jimmy and Token. Craig watched as they discussed the controls with Tweek and the objective of the blue sphere levels, Tricia filling the spot where Tweek once was.
"Did you invite them?"
"Who?"
Tricia stirred her wine around her glass, giving a soft smile.
"Damien and Pip…I know you've been contemplating it…"
Craig hummed, downing the last of the whiskey he's been nursing.
"I did," A pause. "I'm nervous."
"Why?"
"It's…the first time him and I have been…civil with one another in years and I'm just worried something will set one of us off…"
"Hey," She leaned into her brother's side, grabbing his hand that sat on the back of the couch and bringing it around so she could comfortably hold it. "I'll be there. We'll all be there. Besides," Her eyes fell onto the blonde focusing so intently on collecting all those blue spheres, Token and Jimmy erupting in total surprise and excitement when he actually did it. "I think Tweek will be happy to see Pip."
"Yeah…you're right."
"And you know I'm always ready to kick Damien's ass."
The comment pulled a genuine laugh out of Craig, face turning so he could kiss the top of Tricia's hair.
"I know you are."
Everyone was out of the penthouse by eleven, Tweek half asleep on the couch at this point as he gave Maite some affection before he went to bed with Craig. He listened as Craig loaded the dishwasher with the glasses that were used that night, the gentle clink of each glass lulling him into a greater sense of comfort. They were too high to hear the cars below, but they were faint. Almost like a gentle white noise. Jolting up as the cat jumped off his stomach, Tweek let out a huff of air as he rubbed at his eyes.
"Craig?" He croaked out, heavy footsteps meeting his ears after the dishwasher snapped shut.
"What is it, baby?" Craig muttered back, warm hands rubbing up and down the length of his arms. It made Tweek's eyes flutter back shut.
"'m tired."
Craig chuckled as Tweek made no effort in staying awake at this point, body slumping forward until he leaned against Craig's chest.
"Do you need me to carry you?"
"You…n-no, that's okay."
"Why not? I can carry you."
"…probably not…"
Every comment directed towards Tweek's weight made Craig's blood run cold. He hated listening to Tweek-his Tweek-say such mean things about himself. So-without a word-he slid his arms under his thighs and lifted him up.
"Probably can." He muttered into Tweek's shoulder as he walked down the hall to his room. He hated having the told you so attitude, but he had to get it through that thick skull Tweek has that his weight isn't an issue to Tweek. Craig felt his shoulders relax more as Tweek grew heavier in his arms, hands fisting at his shirt to steady himself. Once he set Tweek down on the bed, Craig gave his forehead a kiss before moving to get himself ready for bed. His routine was nothing crazy: brush teeth, wash face, change into pajamas (which was no shirt and sweatpants), and sometimes he'd do a pore strip across his nose.
Craig takes skin care very seriously.
Tonight did not warrant one though, so he was ready for bed in a little under ten minutes. As he walked back into the room, he blinked as he looked at Tweek on the bed, face growing hot as he stared at his boyfriend.
There wasn't anything special about what Tweek was wearing, but he had gotten up at some point and changed into pajamas himself.
It was one of Craig's old t-shirts.
A smile crossed the older man's face, chuckle rumbling his chest as he crawled into bed and tossed his arm instinctively over Tweek's middle. The blonde hummed quietly at the touch, turning and snuggling into Craig's chest.
"Good night."
"…Do you want to start keeping things of your own here?" Craig whispered as a response. Tweek looked up from Craig's chest, eyes full of exhaustion but also surprise.
"You…want that?"
"Why not? You're here enough as it is."
"…Okay."
"Good night."
Tweek let his head rest back against Craig's chest, listening as his boyfriend's breathing slowed to a steady breath. The quiet snore he's grown accustomed to met his ears about fifteen minutes later.
Despite being so tired not long ago, Tweek was wide awake now.
Craig wanted him to start keeping things here.
That's so unlike Mr. Big.
Eighties was a good theme choice.
For starters, Tweek didn't know Craig owned skinny jeans and a jean jacket.
His outfit was so simple: jean jacket, white v-neck, skinny jeans, and a pair of beat up red Converse that he had tucked away in his closet.
Tweek opted to wear a romper that was pink and had roses all over it with white knee-high socks and white Converse. He also stuck some hair clips into his hair in order to keep his curls at bay (which he teased a bit to make them look bigger). He gave himself a look over in the mirror, chewing on his lip as he poked at his stomach in the romper.
It felt like it was accentuating everything Tweek hated about himself.
"Babe, you almost-" Craig walked into the bedroom unannounced, Tweek gasping as he whipped around to look at him. "-…ready?"
"Um…y-yeah, I just-"
"Holy shit."
Tweek felt his face heat up, turning back to look at himself in the mirror.
"W-What?!"
"You are…so sexy." Craig whispered, walking over and hugging Tweek from behind. His hands grabbed at his hips, Tweek squirming out of his grip with a sheepish smile.
"Craig."
"I'm serious, kitten," Craig tilted his chin up so he could look him in the eyes. "You're so hot to me."
"You always say that…"
"Because I can't get it through your thick fucking skill, Tweek," Craig said as he tapped the top of Tweek's head. "I don't know what I have to do to convince you or to at least make you believe me when I say you're sexy."
Tweek blushed as he looked to the side, shrugging his shoulder.
"I dunno…"
"C'mon," Craig leaned down a pressed a peck to his lips. "We should get going soon."
"Craig," Tweek croaked out, face red as he smiled. "You're-like-entire dick is visible in those pants."
Craig looked down at his crotch, scoffing quietly as he quickly adjusted himself.
"Can't help it you make me hard in an instant." He grumbled, grinning as Tweek smacked his arm.
"CRAIG!"
"What?! You're my boyfriend! Am I supposed to not get turned on by you?!"
"I mean, don't get me wrong, I love your cock, but I'm sure all our friends don't want to see it!"
Craig rolled his eyes as he grabbed Tweek's hand, leading him towards the door.
"Please, they've seen my dick more times than they've wanted to."
"I've had two margaritas already."
"We've been here fifteen minutes, Clyde." Token reminded him, lacing his skates up. Everyone was trickling in since they said come any time after eight. Clyde and Token were there first, followed by Tricia and Jimmy.
"Do you think everyone is getting a quick fuck in before coming?" Tricia asked, lips chasing after the straw of her frozen margarita. She knew this was going to be the drink of the night for everyone.
"Possibly, wouldn't surprise me." Clyde laughed. Jimmy sipped at his own drink, opting to sit out for…well, obvious reasons. He didn't mind. He was more of a watcher anyways.
"H-Here come t-the-the lesbians."
Clyde looked over his shoulder, eyes wide as he saw Bebe and Wendy walking hand in hand.
"Wait oh my god she's gay." He hissed between his teeth to Token.
"You're the last person to find this information out." He whispered back, Clyde staring at his roller skates for a moment. Sober Clyde would be crushed, but two margaritas deep Clyde is glad he found out now instead of later when he was super drunk and hitting on Bebe.
"Where the fuck is everyone?" Bebe asked upon reaching the group.
"We guessed either fucking or just late." Said Tricia.
Wendy let out a laugh, nodding her head towards the door. "I think New York's 'it' couple pulled up outside as we came in."
"That could be one of two couples invited tonight."
"What do you mean, Tricia?" Bebe said.
The red head bit her lip, thinking quickly.
"Okay, I'm warning you all now," She brought everyone in closer as Craig and Tweek walked in. "He invited Damien and Phillip."
"…What?" Token hissed between his teeth.
"They made up the other day and he's just extending the grape vine as a way to be courteous. Also, because Tweek and Pip get along," She leaned back as her brother approached, eyes narrowing her way as she shot him a seemingly convincing smile. "Hey Marty McFly."
"Hi, knock off Molly Ringwald."
"Touché."
Craig looked over at Clyde, who just returned with his third frozen margarita of the night.
"They have those here?"
"Dude, they schlap. They're super strong but you don't taste the tequila."
"That's dangerous for you."
"Why me?!"
"Because," Craig flicked the back of his head as he walked over to go grab one himself. "You can't hold your alcohol."
Clyde rubbed the spot Craig flicked him as he scoffed, sipping at the margarita.
"Eighties theme is bringing nineties Craig back." He mumbled around his straw.
Bebe grinned at Tweek as the banter of the guys faded away the closer they got to the rink, Wendy and her giggling as they each grabbed one of his hands.
"You look so cute, what the fuck?!" Bebe exclaimed, gasping as she motioned for Tweek to do a twirl.
"T-Thanks! I wasn't sure about the romper."
"You kidding?! It's adorable!" Wendy chimed in. She was wearing a pair of patterned joggers with a crop top for The Cure with her hair pulled back in a scrunchie. Bebe was wearing a pair of patterned leggings with jean shorts over top, a chunky belt, a t shirt tied up in the front, big hoop earrings, and a scarf tied into her hair to keep it out of her face. Their makeup was immaculate and somehow coordinated with their outfits very well.
"I-It just-it hugs my stomach area a lot, and-"
"It's flattering as fuck, are you kidding?" Bebe cut in. "You've been so hard on yourself lately, babes. I hate hearing you beat yourself up."
"Well," Tweek bit his lip, looking over his shoulder to find Craig sipping on a margarita talking to his sister and Jimmy. "Craig's been trying to make me do these-like-positive affirmations or whatever."
"What, like in bed?"
"Bebe!"
"I heard you two earlier this week when he spent the night."
"You came home?!"
"You know how I can scarf down Chinese food."
Tweek felt his face run hot as he realized Bebe heard them, but…then again, he's heard Wendy and her a few times.
"O-okay, yes in bed, but also in general. He'll just call me sexy out of the blue or-or hot and I just never know how to respond. I'm not good at accepting compliments about my appearance…" It was just something Tweek has always had to work on throughout his life.
"Well…maybe you need a kick in the rear, ya know? Maybe hearing it every day will be a good thing and you'll start to believe it." Wendy encouraged, but Tweek gave a forced smile.
"Wishful thinking, Wendy."
Over their shoulders, Tweek saw a familiar couple walk in, actual smile gracing his lips as he waved to Kyle and Davíd. Seeing his ex with another guy was weird, sure, but…it wasn't like he was here alone. Besides, it was Kyle. It wasn't like some Joe Schmoe that he's never met before.
"Davíd!" Wendy and Bebe shouted at the same time.
"Kyle!" Tweek shouted out, the red head laughing at his effort for inclusion.
"Oh-Oh my god, Kyle! I didn't even recognize you out of a suit!" Wendy laughed.
"I barely recognize myself."
Everyone fell into conversations with one another as they either chose to skate or not. Tweek and the girls tried, but they were always so afraid of falling that it hindered them.
Tweek also hated how effortless Craig made it look.
"It ain't ice, babe, it's not gonna break under you." He teased, snagging Tweek's hand after he took a few laps.
"Wa-Craig!" He cried out, laughing as he tumbled forward a bit. "How are you going backwards?!"
"I did this every weekend in middle school. I'm good at skating." Craig laughed, holding onto Tweek's hands to steady him.
"Are you having fun?"
"A blast. What about you?"
"Yeah-yeah I'm having fun."
Craig opened his mouth to speak, but movement near the door caught his eye.
It was hard to miss Damien and Pip when they entered a room.
"Ooooh god I'm not drunk enough. Fuck."
"W-What?" Tweek followed his gaze and bit his lip, looking up at Craig. "Did-did you invite them?"
"Yeah but now that it's happening, it doesn't feel like a good idea. I-I did it cause I figured you haven't seen Pip in a while."
"I appreciate that, but if you're not comfortable with it-!"
"No-No I can-I'm an adult I can do this."
Tweek smiled a bit at Craig's attitude, never seeing him so full of jokes and-dare he say-sass. Maybe it was the alcohol.
"C'mon. Why don't we go say hi?"
Craig nodded, leading them over to the exit of the rink before tugging Tweek along to greet the other 'it' couple of New York City.
"Oh! Tweek your outfit!" Pip gasped, immediately rushing over to grab at the fabric.
"Y-You like it?"
"Well of course! I remember when you bought this! I'm so glad you decided to wear it finally!"
Craig watched them for a moment before turning his gaze towards Damien, the usual cold glare he receives…not there.
"You're almost as tall as me in those things."
Craig looked at his feet, biting back the smile that threatened to cross his face.
A little bit broke through.
"You almost look as stylish as your husband."
Damien looked down at his outfit, smiling as he laughed quietly.
"He picked it out, so…"
"Figured as much."
They watched their partners rush off with one another, Tweek's skates in hand as they wandered towards the bar.
"Hey," Craig turned forward, blinking as Damien held his phone out towards him. "Eighty days sober."
The fact that Damien had a little reminder on his phone too made Craig finally let his walls drop, rummaging through his pocket until he found his phone.
"I'm at one hundred and twenty-one." He said, showing the notification to Damien. The taller man chuckled, tucking his phone back in his pocket.
"I'm impressed."
"You shouldn't be. Be impressed with yourself, dude," Craig rubbed the back of his neck, ducking down to untie his skates. "I'll be honest with you, I never thought you were gonna kick it."
Damien chewed on the inside of his cheek, eyes closing for a moment. When he opened them, Craig was standing back up with his skates in hand.
"I didn't either…but Pip found me this time…he's never found me."
Craig nodded, fidgeting with his jean jacket.
"Tweek found me…that's what kicked me in the ass to get better."
"We found some good ones, didn't we? Look at us," Damien slung his arm around Craig's shoulders, leading him towards the edge of the roller rink. "Couple of rich idiots recovering from a cocaine addiction with two twinks keeping us in line."
Craig let out a laugh, looking up at Damien.
It always felt odd looking up at someone.
But he pushed some of his hair away to see that old snake tattoo by his sideburns.
"Surprised you still have this." He muttered, Damien's hand coming up to do the same to Craig's hair.
"You got it too."
"I don't mind it."
"I don't either."
All the nerves Craig had about the situation melted away now that he really knew Damien wasn't going to be hostile with him. But…he wasn't. In fact, it reminded Craig a lot of how things used to be.
He loved that.
"C'mon," Damien dropped a heavy hand onto Craig's shoulder. "Let's drink."
He was eight margaritas deep.
He lost count after five…or was it six?
But Craig felt great and he was still able to skate, so what was wrong with getting plastered with his friends?!
Tweek smiled as he watched him skate around, leaning on the edge of the rink with Pip as they enjoyed their own drinks. Everything was going really well, everyone allowing Damien and Pip to integrate into the group with ease. Maybe it was the alcohol, but Tweek likes to think it's because Damien and Craig are being so civil with one another. Everyone was singing along to the music being played and genuinely laughing, Tweek smiling towards Pip.
"Maybe now that these two made up we can go on double dates soon." He suggested, Pip's face lighting up.
"Oh, that would be splendid!" He bit his lip, trying to contain his smile. "We could also do couple shoots."
"Couple…shoots?"
Pip giggled a bit, rocking on his feet.
"Damie and I got asked to be in an issue of Vogue. I'm sure if I pulled some strings, they'd love to do a piece on New York's newest power couple."
Tweek felt his stomach drop, a weird flutter of emotions washing over him.
"You-Phillip-I-I couldn't-!"
"Couldn't what?"
"I-I couldn't ask you to do that!"
"You're not," Pip rummaged around the little bag he had across his body, pulling out a compact mirror. "I'm doing it because I want to."
"But-But they wouldn't let me."
Pip blinked, snapping the compact shut and turning his attention fully towards Tweek.
"And why is that, love?"
"B-Because Pip…look at me! I'm…-" Tweek swallowed hard, motioning towards himself. "Fat…"
Pip's face fell at the words. Gently, he reached his hand out and placed it on top of Tweek's, smiling sadly.
"And I'm a recovering anorexic and still struggle to maintain the weight I've tried so hard to gain."
Tweek choked back any bit of self-hatred he had sitting on his tongue, eyes widening a bit. He always suspected after Pip hinted at it slightly the night they met, but Tweek was never one to assume such a thing!
"P-Pip, I-!"
"It's okay, love," He patted Tweek's cheek lightly. "I don't bring it up often because it's something that doesn't have to define me. It used to a lot. Craig mentioned it himself the other day when he gave that wonderful apology," Pip smiled fondly, thinking back to that exact magazine cover shoot Craig mentioned. "He saw me on the cover of some magazine years ago…don't even recall what the shoot even was. He recognized in an instant I wasn't healthy. But you!" Pip stuck Tweek's arms out to the side, hands running down his sides. He slowed at his waist, making sure Tweek felt how his hands dipped in with the curve of his waist. "You're curvy! Don't take that away from yourself, Tweek, because I know plenty of models that would kill for your curves. Stop being so hard on yourself. You don't deserve that and I know for a fact Craig hates hearing you be so mean to yourself…you don't deserve that."
The words slowly crawled up the length of Tweek's arms and into his ears, making their way into his brain to process. He could feel the gears turning, some hiccupping in an attempt to deny the kindness that Pip was showing him right now. But…they functioned as expected, eyes welling up as he felt his lips form an appreciative smile.
"…Thank you," Unable to stop himself, Tweek lurched forward and wrapped his arms around Pip, smiling with him as the two friends both felt the heaviness about the topic leave their shoulders. "I just…growing up, ya know…?" Tweek just kind of nodded his head as he tried to get the words out, but Pip nodded with him.
"I know, Tweek. But we're all adults now. I'm sure Craig always mentions to you how attractive he finds you."
"Well…yes."
"So, don't be so bashful, love. I'm sure Vogue will eat you up."
As Tweek opened his mouth to ask some questions about Vogue, a yelp escaped his lips instead as a set of hands wrapped around his wrists. Turning his attention forward, Tweek grinned as Craig ducked down and pressed their lips together.
He tasted like strawberry margarita-so essentially tequila.
"I'm-what're you two schmalk 'bout?"
"Vogue."
"OoooOOOoo," Craig wiggled his eyebrows, sleepy smile on his face. "Fan-cy."
Tweek giggled quietly, Davíd coming in hot and bumping into Craig's side. Craig caught them both before they could fall, snickering as they steadied themselves.
"Aye! Tucker, sabes las palabras?!"
"Que?"
"La Bamba!"
Craig's face lit up as he recognized what song was playing, forgetting for a moment where he was as him and Davíd openly started singing La Bamba as it came on over the speakers.
Tweek could only stare in awe, Pip doing the same next to him.
Craig was singing.
And he could actually sing.
"You-w-wait-I-"
But just as quickly as he showed up, Craig was off with Davíd around the rink.
"I've known Craig since teens and-and I didn't know-!"
"That he can sing!" They said in unison, Tweek grabbing Tricia's arm as she came past. She yelped, but recognized Tweek through her drunken haze.
"What's up blondies?!"
"Craig! He-did you know he can sing?!"
"Yeah! Why?!"
"He-He's doing it right now!"
Tricia's eyes widened, whipping her head around as she recognized her brother's voice coming up behind her. She watched him speed past her backwards, a grin plastered across his face as him and Davíd tugged Kyle along as they continued to sing. Her chest tightened suddenly, knowing smile crossing her face as she thought of a memory she hasn't thought of in a while.
"C-Craig?"
"What Tricia?"
Hugging her stuffed rabbit tighter, Tricia sniffled as she padded over to her brother's bed, shaking him so he looked at her.
"Can-Can I sleep here?"
"Why?"
"Thunder…it-it's loud."
"You're five."
"Craig!" She whined, a sob escaping her lips.
"Alright alright!" He sighed, shifting over in his bed so she can climb up. Once he felt her weight settle, he swallowed the last little bit of annoyance he felt and turned to face here. "C'mon." Craig grumbled, lifting his arm up. She snuggled close, sniffling as she tried to block out the storm outside.
"W-Will I be braver when I'm ten like you?"
"Oh definitely," He said through a yawn. "Maybe you'll be taller than me, too."
"Nuh uh!" Tricia giggled a bit, jumping at the thunder cracking above them.
"Hey-hey it's okay," Craig quickly said, trying to stay awake until he could get his sister back asleep. "Do-do you want me to sing or something?"
"Y-Yes please."
Nibbling on his lip, Craig let out a huff of air as he made sure Tricia was all tucked in before he quickly tried to think of a song.
"What song?"
"Um…the-the one daddy sings sometimes."
"What, the West Virginia one?"
"Yeah…cause-cause he goes there a lot, ya know. For important business!"
Craig smiled a bit at her enthusiasm.
"He does go there a lot."
"Sing it?"
Craig sighed quietly, hugging her tighter as a crack of thunder made her jump once more.
"Almost heaven
West Virginia
Blue ridge mountain-"
Tricia smiled, looking back at Tweek and Pip.
"Thank you."
Tweek blushed, clearing his throat.
"For-For what?"
Tricia cupped his face in her hands, giggling a bit.
"For being there when he needed someone most."
It was safe to say everyone was very drunk at this point.
Even Pip and Tweek, who decided to go in on a margarita pitcher as they sat and encouraged their respective partner on the rink.
Clyde and Jimmy left first, Jimmy just because Clyde needed a chaperone and Clyde because, well, because he was too drunk to function.
Kyle and Davíd left after that, Token going with them since they live in the same general direction and split the Uber.
Now it was just Bebe, Wendy, Tricia, and the two 'it' couples.
"I'll be right back," Bebe said to Wendy at one point, breaking off to run to the restroom real quick. Stumbling towards the women's room, Bebe pushed the door open and froze as she heard puking. "Hullo?"
"Nnng," Bebe jumped back as Craig fumbled out of the stall, leaning heavily on the stall door. "…Hi."
"You-why did you dr'nk s'much?" She chuckled, tucking her arm around his middle to help him to the sink. Cupping her hand once there, Bebe splashed some water up onto Craig's face to try and cool him off. She could feel the thin layer of sweat forming through his t-shirt.
"Dunno…but…," Craig swallowed hard to wet his dry mouth, dropping his arm from around Bebe to cup his own hand to drink some water. "If…if I tell you sumthin'…you…can't say a word."
Bebe had a weight settle in her stomach, two drinks suddenly leaving her body and sobering her up a bit. Crossing her arms across her body, Bebe bit down on her lips that desperately needed to have lipstick reapplied.
"…What is it Tucker?"
"I…," Craig looked at his reflection in the mirror, leaning forward and pressing his forehead to the glass as he sighed heavily. "I wanna marry him."
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
"You…y-you-you what?"
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
"Tweek…I wanna marry him…wanna marry him so bad."
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
"Do…do you have a ring?"
Craig shook his head, smiling a bit as he rolled so his back rested against the edge of the sink.
"No…that-that's where I s'need you…you know him well enough to know what he'd like. I started-started looking but…I need help."
Bebe let out a shaky breath, smiling as she tried not to get too emotional at the fact that her best friend was being treated the way she knew he always should be.
"Where-where have you looked?"
Craig chuckled a bit, looking towards Bebe finally.
"Tiffany's."
His eyes fluttered shut as she spoke, grin slowly crossing his face.
"Seems like you already know what Tweek Tweak would want in a ring."
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me
Craig smiled at the lyrics he caught through the door.
…Not anymore he doesn't.
NOTE: OOOOoooooOOOOoooo
I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter! It was supposed to be a fun little way to show how Craig's life has taken a 180 turn since his recovery. He's on the up and up ;-; Also I hope you like the ending! I tossed in the lyrics for Bohemian Rhapsody because I have a HC for this universe that Damien is still the son of Satan and Beezlebub is his uncle (he calls him Uncle Bub) so when Craig first heard the song, he felt like Freddie connected with him and knew that Uncle Bub had a devil set aside for him (in the form of Damien).
Anyways!
There are five chapters left in this story!
HOLY SHIT
I thought I'd never finish this damn thing lol
Hope you enjoyed this SURPRISINGLY QUICK UPDATE and until next time!
