Tweek was up early again the next morning. He was up before his alarm was set to go off, he was excited for today, he was excited to see Craig.
He spent extra time in the bathroom getting ready. He showered, brushed his teeth, then his hair and pinned it back again. He hoped, since his hair was wet, it would stay down better.
He applied a layer of his mom's foundation over the spots on his neck, it didn't make them completely disappear, but it was good enough for him.
When he was finished, he looked at himself in the mirror and smiled. He thought he looked quite good if he did say so himself. With his hair pulled away from his face, it brought his features out more. He'd slept well over the past weekend, so the dark circles that were usually present under his eyes had nearly disappeared. He felt happy with himself for the first time in a long time.
Back in his room, which is connected to his bathroom, he got dressed. He picked out a clean pair of skinny jeans with the knees ripped out by falling and him picking at them. Then pulled a plain black shirt on over his head and followed it with Craig's sweatshirt.
He nuzzled his nose into the collar of it and smiled. It still smelled like him. He really loves the sweatshirt, it's comfy, and it would always remind him of the older boy. He rolled the sleeves up, grabbed his backpack, and made his way downstairs.
When he heard the rumble of Craig's truck outside a bubble of excitement formed in his stomach. He quickly finished putting his morning coffee in a travel mug and practically sprinted to the door.
With the front door shut and locked behind him, he made his way to the black Chevy truck sitting at the end of his driveway. He pulled the passenger side door open and smiled at the older teen waiting inside. He threw his bag in on the floor first, then pulled himself up using the handle above the glove box. Craig smiled back "mornin' cutie."
Tweek blushed, he'd probably never get used to Craig calling him cute.
Craig silently watched as the blond settled into the truck. He had his back rested against the door, his left hand resting on the steering wheel, his right hand covering the smirk forming on his face from the small grunt and 'oof' Tweek let out as he plopped himself down in the other seat. Craig couldn't help the smile that formed on his face when the other smiled over at him.
"Morning," Tweek leaned over the center console and gave the other teen a peck on the cheek. A hand on the back of his neck stopped him from sitting back down in his seat.
Craig placed a lingering kiss on the blond's forehead. He pulled back a looked back into the other's eyes, "You ready to go?"
Tweek nodded, "Y-yeah." He sat himself back down on the passenger's seat and buckled in. He looked back to Craig and noticed his wasn't wearing his seat belt. He pouted and asked, "Can you please put your seat belt on? You never know what could happen man." The blond knew Craig would be stubborn about it, so he gave him a pleading look and he quickly gave in. Craig could never say no to him, and Tweek knew that.
They got to school almost 20 minutes early. Craig parked in his usual parking spot, all the way in the back corner. Nobody parks back here, too far of a walk for most people to make early in the morning. He likes it cause he doesn't have to deal with shitty underclassmen driver's, and he gets to be alone in the mornings and after school lets out. The forest is right beside and behind his spot, a big pine tree sits a few feet back from the asphalt of the parking lot, shading his truck for most of the day.
Craig parked the truck and killed the engine. The two of them spent the first few minutes talking about how the rest of their weekends went. Tweek watched with curiosity as Craig lifted the center console up, revealing it to be another seat. He patted the spot between them and told the blond, "c'mere."
Tweek did as he was told and moved over to the other seat and instantly cuddled up to the older teen's side. He rested his head on his shoulder.
Somewhere between that moment and the next, Tweek had crawled his way over Craig's legs and straddled his lap. He placed himself snugly between the other's chest and the steering wheel. He cupped the older male's cheeks and kissed him, it was slow and sweet, he can't get enough of the raven's lips on his. Tweek pushed his hands up into the dark hair of the other teen, pushing his hat off in the process.
That's how they spent the remaining 15 minutes, Tweek's hands in Craig's hair, Craig's hands in the blond's back pockets, squeezing the plumb cheeks.
Craig let out a groan when he heard the school bell ring, they'd have 10 minutes to get into the school and get to class before the late bell rang. He didn't want to leave the truck yet, he didn't want to deal with all the drama the past weekend had no doubt started. He continued to kiss the blond's chin and neck when he pulled his mouth away from him, "Come on Craig, we're gonna be late."
Craig kissed his way up to the blond's ear and nibbled on the lobe. Tweek sighed at the sensation, "We'll be fine, babe, we still have time." He buried his face back into the crook of the other male's neck.
The blond laughed, then pushed Craig's face away and climbed off his lap. He grabbed his bag and hopped out of the truck.
He walked around to the driver's side and pulled the door open. He grabbed the raven's hand a tugged him out of the vehicle. The dark-haired teen grumbled something about 'continuing this later' as he slid out of the truck and opened the back door to grab his bag.
Tweek's nerves came back full force as they walked hand in hand toward the school. As soon as they'd step foot in that building everything was going to change. His palms began to sweat, and he started to shake. Craig noticed this, he looked down to him and gave his hand a squeeze. Tweek gave him appreciative smile and tried his best to calm himself down, he focused on his breathing and held his held up high.
As expected, as soon as they walked through the doors, all eyes were on them. The talking became hushed, and the energy of the hall changed.
Craig went first, basically dragging the resistant blond behind him. He pulled Tweek beside him and bent down low enough to whisper to him, "Calm down honey, everything will be okay. Just don't think about them."
The shorter nodded, his head that had just been whipping around, looking at everybody, now stayed forward. He focused on the floor he was walking on rather than the faces of the people around him. He was pulled closer to the raven, their hands detached, and Craig's arm was placed over his shoulders, pulling him even closer to his side. He felt himself melt against the taller male's side. He felt more confident knowing Craig was there by his side and he doesn't have to do this alone.
He could feel everyone's eyes on him, but he ignored them. They didn't know the whole story so who are they to judge him? Though one pair of eyes that were fixed on him were different than all the others that stared at him in judgement, this pair of eyes stared at him with sadness. They then shifted to Craig with jealousy. The owner to those eyes knew he shouldn't be jealous, and he really couldn't be upset with the noiret. Craig met with the eyes of Kenny and pulled Tweek closer. He flipped him off, he wasn't trying to rub it in the dirty blond's face that he's with Tweek. He was flipping him off for hurting his best friend and love.
When they reached their lockers, which were conveniently close to one another thanks to their last names, the blond let out a sigh of relief. He could breathe a little easier for now that, that was over. Until he heard a familiar voice call out from behind him addressing both him and Craig
"Uh, hey... guys?" It was more of a question than a greeting.
He looked over his shoulder to see confused looking Token and Clyde. Much like the rest of the school they didn't know what's been going on. Craig felt a little bad, not telling his friends, but he got so caught up in his time spent with Tweek, that it slipped his mind to tell them.
Token heard the rumors, everyone did by now, and he wanted to see it with his own eyes. It would have been nice to hear it from either of the two themselves, but he's been friends with them long enough to know, Tweek wouldn't have the guts to tell them, and Craig is… well Craig, he likes to keep to himself.
"Why didn't you guys tell me you were together?" Clyde asked with his brows furrowed, "And since when are you gay Craig? And why did you not tell your best friend?" he questioned with a pout and crossed arms, mildly resembling an overgrown, hairy toddler.
Craig rolled his eyes and sighed, "1, We didn't tell anyone. 2, Always."
"You didn't answer why you didn't tell me."
"You never asked."
The brunet let out a huff and mumbled something along the lines of 'you could have told me anyway.' Craig brushed it off and turned back to his locker to put in his code. He yanked the door open and threw his bag in. He grabbed his physics book and binder, one of his least favorite classes.
Teacher's a bitch, kids are assholes, enough said.
He felt someone grab his arm, he looked down and smiled at the sight. Tweek stood there with his English notebook held against his chest, his arms wrapped around Craig's arm, and his cheek pressed up against it.
He kicked his locker shut and draped his arm around the small male's shoulders and pulled him close to his side. He bent down and placed a quick kiss on the other boys' lips. He didn't care if they were surrounded by prying eyes, Tweek looked too cute not to kiss.
He walked the blond to his classroom and gave him a kiss goodbye before heading to his own classroom.
Everyone still left in the hall stared at him, he flipped most off, and ignored the rest. When he got to his class, he silently cursed to himself, he forgot he shared this class with Kenny. And he sat rather close to the blond, if he hated his seat before, then he really hated it now.
He didn't speak anybody as he entered and sat. He slumped down in his chair and let his head fall back, he could always use some extra sleep. He could feel Kenny's glare on him the whole time, but he ignored it. It's not his fault Kenny's a cheating asshole.
He pulled his chullo down over his eyes and slept through the lesson, dreaming about a certain blond boy.
The bell woke him. He picked up his binder and book, and asked Jason for pictures of his notes.
When he got back to his locker Tweek was there. Whether he was waiting for him or he just coincidentally happened to be there, he didn't know or care. He was just happy to see his Tweek again. His Tweek. He could say it and mean it now. He was his Tweek, nobody else's. That made his heart swell and a smile creep onto his face.
When Tweek saw Craig walking over to his locker his eyes lit up and he smiled at him. As soon as he was in reaching distance the blond wrapped arms around Craig's waist and buried his face in his chest. Craig snorted, and pet the blond's hair, "How was English, babe?"
"Ngh, horrible! It was so boring, and everyone was staring at me! A-and they were whispering about m-me too!" a twitch wracked through his body, his hands shot to his hair, and tugged at the blond strands. "I-I heard them, man. I could feel their eyes on me! Watching my every move, judging me-"
Craig grabbed Tweek's wrist and pulled it away from his hair, he carded his own hand through the blond hair, more gently then the blond did, "Calm down honey, I told you," he placed a kiss on the blond's forehead, "you just have to ignore them. It'll stop by next week, everyone will forget about it."
He kept his arm wrapped around the blond that had reattached to him as he opened his locker and threw his book in. The blond was shaking against him, "Babe, you need to calm down okay?" He took his chin between his thumb and index finger and made him look up, "Focus on your breathing, think of your happy place. What makes you happy?"
Tweek felt calm with Craig's fingers in his hair, and being surrounded by his scent, with his arms wrapped tightly around him. The words slipped out of his mouth, "You m-make me happy." He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, snuggling closer to the broad chest in front of him.
Even though the smaller male couldn't see it, Craig smiled down at him, "Good. Then if you ever start to get worked up again just think of me."
The rest of the morning went by in a blur. Tweek did his best to ignore everyone. It worked for the most part, but he would hear his name in a passing conversation, and he start to panic again. But then he'd think of earlier and think of Craig and calm himself down again.
The two don't share classes in the morning, so they only got to see each other at their lockers in between.
When lunchtime rolled around, with it came a bubble of nervousness in Tweek's stomach. He would usually sit with Kenny and his friends. Obviously that option was off the table, but what if the people at Craig's table didn't want him to sit with them? Craig didn't even ask if he wanted to sit with them, maybe he's not even allowed to.
As the blond was quietly panicking to himself, he was unaware of the figure coming up behind him.
He yelped and nearly pissed his pants when he felt someone grab his wrist. Frantic eyes shot down to the hand grabbing him and followed the arm up to the face it belonged to.
Clyde.
He didn't have time to take his hand back or form a protest at being grabbed like that before he was being dragged across the cafeteria. They stopped at a table holding Token, Jimmy, and Craig.
Oh. He thought Craig might have sat at a table with all his football and baseball jock friends. He cursed at himself for being stupid and thinking that.
Clyde dropped his wrist and pushed him forward to the empty seat to the left of Craig. He then let out a dramatic sigh, "This is usually my seat, since I am Craig best friend and all," Craig rolled his eyes at the proclamation, "but since you two are together now, I guess I can give it up. But then that means I get to sit next to Token!" He shot the black boy a wide smile as he made his way over to the other side of the table and plopped down next to him. Maybe a little too close for Token's comfort, based on the face he made.
As soon as his ass touched the bench Craig had his arm wrapped around Tweek's waist and pulled him close. Close enough for their thighs to be pressed together. He's never felt this protective over anyone or anything in his life. One thing he knows for sure is that he never wants to lose his Tweek again.
It wasn't even halfway through lunch and Tweek felt tense, he was tense, Craig told him so. Everyone was staring at him. He could feel all their eyes on him, boring into him.
He couldn't take it.
He shot up from his seat, his half-eaten sandwich forgotten. He ran towards the double doors at the front of the cafeteria, he could only barely hear his name being called over the other voices. The voices of everyone that was talking about him.
With each step he took the voices got louder and louder. He felt the sting of tears in the corner of his eyes, he wiped furiously at them with the sleeves of his sweatshirt.
He threw the doors open, creating a load bang when they hit the wall. In the hallway the voices got quieter, but they didn't stop. He ran until he reached the stairwell at the end of the hall. He made he was up to the third floor as quickly as he could, stumbling and tripping on nearly every step, but he didn't stop.
He had to get away. Away from people, away from the voices, away from everything.
The third floor of the school is empty, funding was too short to keep it in use. There's only one classroom used, the art room. Nobody bothers to come all the way up unless they have an art class, too lazy to walk up 3 flights of stairs. It stays abandoned for most of the day. The bathrooms haven't been opened in years, no one even knows if they work anymore. There's at least an inch of dust covering nearly every desk, chair, and shelf in the old classrooms.
And Tweek loves it.
He's often found himself locked away in the second to last classroom on the left side of the hall. He went in the very end room once, but the busted-out window, and freaky bird flying around scared him half to death and he swore to never step foot in that room again.
He loves the privacy the third floor provides. The only other person he'll occasionally see up there is the art teacher, Ms. Lee. They had this unspoken agreement, that she won't say anything to anyone about seeing him up there, as long as he doesn't tell anybody about her smoking out the empty classroom windows.
When he reached the room, he slammed the door shut and began pacing. He tried to get his breathing under control, he tried to go to his happy place, to Craig. He hands found his hair and his fingers wrapped themselves around the golden strands.
The dark part of his mind was slowly taking over, he could feel it coming, consuming every thought and feeling. He hasn't felt like this in so long, but he could never forget how it feels.
The tears didn't stop running down his face, his breathing was picking up again. He wanted it to stop, all of it to stop. He wanted control of his body back, he doesn't want the darkness to take over.
At some point his legs must have given out, he was sitting on the floor, back pressed against the wall next to the door. His hand left his hair, only to latch onto his other arm.
He clawed at the skin under his fingers, whether he was trying to stop his other hand from pulling his hair or trying to claw his way out of his own skin, he couldn't tell.
It felt as if everything around was closing in on him. The room, the school, the town, the whole damn world. He couldn't catch his breath, it came out choppy and fast. His head felt like it was spinning. Spinning with all the bad thoughts. The whispers, and the stares, kept replaying in his mind.
To him, everything was quiet, he could only hear the static in his ears. Except it wasn't, out in the hallway there was the sound of doors slamming open and closed. His name being called out repeatedly, the sound of footsteps growing closer and closer with each passing moment, until they stopped right outside the door of his room.
Craig was quick to react to the scene before him, he's been through this before with the blond. He gripped the blond's wrists, making sure not to hurt him anymore than he already was hurting himself. He pulled the smaller hand out of the blond locks and replaced it with his own. He held the thin wrists in his one hand and brought the boy's face to his chest, he rested his own chin on top of the blond mop of hair.
He whispered into the blond hair, telling him to calm down, to focus on his breathing, to think about his happy place, anything that he thought would help calm the smaller male down. He ran his hand up and down his back. It must have helped, the blond's shaking slowed, his breathing began to calm down as well. He released Tweek's wrists and moved his hand from his hair. He wrapped both of his arms around the smaller boy's waist.
A wet spot had formed on the front of his sweatshirt from the blond's tears, but he didn't mind, his sweatshirt was the least of his worries at that moment. The blond's small fists clutched at the fabric, balling it up in his hands and the cried into his shoulder.
The room around them became quiet, the blond's sobs reduced into small hiccups. Craig didn't speak, he just sat there with his arms securely wrapped around his boyfriend. He placed a kiss to the top of his head.
Craig himself felt like crying. To see the person you love most, reduced to the state of panic that Tweek was in, is hard to see. But he didn't, he had to stay strong for the blond. He needed a rock in his life, and Craig was happy to play that part.
"It's okay baby, I'm here," the older whispered to the blond in his arms, "I got you."
Tweek took a shaky breath in, then exhaled it slowly. "How-how did you know where I was?"
"I followed you out of the cafeteria, and let me tell you, you are not a slow runner." The blond let out a small giggle, which brought a smile to Craig's face, "I lost you when you went up the staircase." He shifted so he was sitting crossed legged on the floor with the smaller boy in his lap. "I searched the entire second floor before I ran into Ms. Lee. She told me she sees you come up here sometimes when you look upset."
Craig let out a breath and blinked away tears that were threatening to fall. "I was scared, I-I didn't know where you were. I didn't want you to hurt yourself." He tightened his grip on the blond's waist and buried his face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent of the small blond. "I-I love you, so much. And I don't want anything bad to ever happen to you."
He pulled his head back enough to look the blond in the eyes, they were pink and puffy from crying. To Craig he was still as beautiful as ever. He placed his hand on the back of the younger male's neck and pulled him forward, resting their foreheads together. "I love yo-you too," the blond whispered, a small smile tugging at his lips.
They sat embraced in each other for some time, just staring into the other's eyes. Craig knew Tweek was still upset and anxious, and he knew he wasn't going to talk about it by himself.
"How are you feeling?"
Tweek sighed and dropped his head down on Craig's shoulder, "Tired." He nuzzled closer, "Exhausted."
"I know, baby. How are you feeling about today?"
The blond sighed again and closed his eyes, he felt like shit and he really didn't want to think about everything that happened earlier. He just wanted to cuddle with Craig and forget about everything else outside of this room. But he's learned from years of experience that it's better to express what he's feeling, rather than keeping it bottled up inside of him and letting it fester there until his emotions get the better of him and he has another "dramatic breakdown," as his father calls them.
With a sigh of resignation, he opened up to Craig, "I-I feel like this is all my fault. Like maybe, i-if I hadn't gone to Kenny's house on Friday and then break up with him, none of this would be happening. If I was a better boyfriend to him, maybe he wouldn't have need to find someone else and he wouldn't have cheated, and e-everything would be different. O-or if I never even said yes when he asked me out, I would have had to pretend to be happy and hurt everyone else."
He began sobbing again, in his mind everything bad that happened in the past few years was his fault. If he would have just been honest with everyone, maybe none of this would have happened. If he had just grew some balls and told Craig how he felt maybe that could have been together this whole time. But instead he decided leading Kenny on and lying to everyone was better. The thing that upsets him the most is that he had been hurting Craig too, even if he hadn't known at the time.
Tears were streamed down his face; his regrets have been eating him up inside for so long. "A-and I cause problems for you too. If I never came out, then maybe you and your father wouldn't hate each other. And if-if I had just told you I liked you, maybe you wouldn't have been so sad."
Craig combed his hand through the blond strands, "Tweek honey, listen to me, my father and I have had problems way before you came out. Our problems with one another are no fault of yours. Sure, when he called you… that, and kicked you out of the house, it got worse, but that's because he's a dick."
Craig pulled back, so he could see the other's face. He cupped the side of the younger teens face and brushed his thumb over his wet cheek, "None of those other things are you fault either, you were just doing what you thought was right. And you can't help what Kenny did, you can't force yourself to love someone, so don't beat yourself up over it. Okay?"
Tweek nodded and leaned into Craig's touch. Craig's the only one that's ever been able to calm him down before things really escalated. Even when they were younger, Craig was the one he ran to with his problems whether they were serious or not, Craig would listen and be his shoulder to cry on. That's what Tweek loves most about him, no matter how cold and scary he looks to other people, he's always been sweet, and caring towards him.
"Even if you did tell me your feelings earlier, I probably would have still been in denial of my own feelings for you. Hell, it took Token telling me I liked you to realize I liked you. And maybe I should have told you then, but I was a coward, I didn't want to admit to myself I was gay." He cringed at the thought of how stupid he was during that time. "And by the time I had really learned to accept it, you were with Kenny. I thought you were happy... At least, you looked happy. I didn't want to ruin that for you. If I had only known how much you were hurting, I would have done anything to change that."
Tweek stared into the steel blue eyes of the man before him, he's never felt so loved before in his life. Not even when Kenny would tell him he loved him every day. He felt guilty when those words were spoken to him. He smiled for the first time that day since the morning, a real smile, one that Craig absolutely loved to see, "I'm happy now."
Craig returned the smile hearing that. In the back of his mind he knows that's all he ever wanted since he could remember, even if he didn't know it at the time. His whole life had revolved around making sure Tweek was safe and happy, ever since they were young and apart of the yaoi epidemic.
They spent the rest of lunch and homeroom sitting together, talking and sneaking kisses between sentences. When the bell for 3rd block rang, Craig groaned and grumbled about not wanting to get up.
For Craig the only plus about 3rd period was that they had this class together. They wouldn't have to be separated for the next hour and a half. The teacher can be pretty laid back to, so that's another plus he supposes.
Tweek walked out of the room with a slight spring in his step. He decided that he's no longer going to allow the other students to get to him. Because, in the end he'd still have Craig and all they'd have is their pathetic whispers and rumors.
He smiled the whole way to their lockers, he even waved and greeted some of his other friends on the way. Their fingers intertwined the whole time. He paid no mind to the people staring and whispering behind their backs, they meant nothing to him.
He only let Craig's hand go when they got to their lockers, but his smile never left his face.
That was until he heard a very familiar voice call out from behind him, "Hey Tweek."
Tweek froze, this was the last thing he needed or wanted right now. Craig was the first to react, turning to step between them, scowl on his face, "What do you want, McCormick?"
"Jeez, down boy. I only wanted to talk to Tweek for a sec." Even with Craig towering over him, with a look of pure hatred, Kenny seemed unfazed, his face blank. Damn Kenny and he's always cool demeanor.
Before Craig could respond, Tweek grabbed his arm and his attention. His face immediately softened at the small blond. "It-it's okay Craig. You go to class, I'll m-meet you there."
Craig was going to protest, but then looked at Tweek's begging eyes. He couldn't argue with him, he sighed and grabbed his book. Before he left he pulled Tweek in and gave him a kiss, one that lingered a little longer than it probably should have, but he wanted McCormick to know Tweek was his.
He parted with one last glare at the other blond and disappeared down the hall. Kenny turned in the other direction and motioned with his head for Tweek to follow.
After quickly grabbing his notebook from his locker and shutting it quickly he scurried after the other boy. A pit in his stomach began to form the further they got from his locker.
Finally, Kenny stopped a way down the hall where there were less people and it was quiet, "So, you and Tucker?"
"O-oh. Yeah, I-I guess."
Kenny barked out a laugh, "You guess? What I saw back there, there is no guessing."
The smaller blond's cheeks burned red with embarrassment. He chose to stare down at the floor rather than the other blond.
It was quite again for a moment before Kenny spoke up again, "I really am sorry for everything. I was a dick, not only for the whole cheating with Butters thing, but for yelling at you, and disregarding your feelings."
"What do you mean?" The smaller blond asked with confusion clear in his voice.
"I knew you never had feelings for me, and I knew you were in love with Tucker, but I was selfish. I wanted you for myself and I thought that if we stayed together for long enough that maybe you could feel the same. But now, I see that I was keeping you from being happy with someone you do love." The older blond let out a shaky sigh, "It's just that you were the best thing that happened to me, I never thought anyone would actually stick around me, and not just be in it for the sex." He let out a long sigh, "But then you actually gave me a chance. I was so happy, and I didn't want it to end. Then I went a fucked it up, I knew you wouldn't feel the same for me, so instead of letting you go I went behind your back with Butters and kept stringing you along."
For as long as Tweek has known him he's never seen Kenny McCormick cry, but it was happening right in front of him. And it's not like when Tweek cries when his whole-body shakes with sobs. Kenny's was a quiet cry, his breath picked up a bit, and the tears fell silently down his cheeks. Tweek was still in shock by the news, Kenny knew the whole time.
He didn't know what to do, should he embrace him and try comfort him, or just wait until he was done. But before he could make his decision, Kenny was waving him off and apologized again for crying and said that this wasn't about him, it was supposed to be about Tweek.
Tweek stood there awkwardly, he bit the inside of his cheek and picked at the skin around his nails, he didn't know what to do. He wanted this conversation to be over. He knew they would have to talk about it at some point, but he would prefer it be later rather than sooner.
He decided to change the topic. He asked the first thing that came to his mind, which in hindsight he should have thought about it before he asked. "H-how are you and Butters?"
Kenny snorted, and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. "Fuck if I know dude. Honestly, I haven't talked to him since Friday." He ran a hand through his shaggy hair, "He's been fallowing me around all day today like a lost puppy, but I can't bring myself to talk to him. I don't know what his deal is, he got what he wanted, he broke us up. Why doesn't he just take his victory and leave me alone. That's what he did with the other couples, right?"
"Y-yeah."
"So why the hell doesn't he just leave me alone? He's a constant reminder of what I put you through." He ran his hand down his face and huffed.
"Well, ma-maybe it's different for him this time," Tweek started quietly, "Maybe you should talk to him. I-I get it if you're still mad at him, and you have a right to be. We-we both do really, what he did, ngh, what he does, is wrong, b-but maybe he feels bad this time. Maybe he wants to apologize o-or something."
Kenny was quiet for a moment, taking in what the smaller blond said, he shrugged and said, "Yeah, I guess you could be right. I'll talk to him, but, just not right now. I'm still pissed at him, and myself."
Before their conversation had the chance to continue, the warning bell went off, promptly ending their discussion there. "Gah! I gotta go man! I-I can't be late, that's too much pressure!" Tweek turned and took off down the hall to his class, he quickly called out over his shoulder, "Oh, Jesus, sorry Kenny, w-we can talk again some other time, jus-just not right now!"
Kenny chuckled as he watched the short blond sprint down the hall, nice to see some things never change. He turned on his heal and headed in the opposite direction of the paranoid blond.
Tweek let out a sigh of relief as he made it to his classroom to see he made it before his teacher and the bell. The butterflies in his stomach from this morning came back full force when he saw Craig sitting on the other side of the room. There was a weird look on his face. He was definitely pissed, he always seems pissed, but there was another emotion, but he was unsure what exactly it was. Worry?
Whatever it was, it left his face as soon as their eyes met across the room. Craig visibly relaxed in his seat, his shoulders slumped, and he leaned back in his chair. Tweek greeted the older boy with a smile and a timid wave. Craig's eyes didn't leave his face as he walked over and took the seat to the right of him.
Once he was in his seat and had everything, he needed for class set out the way he liked, he turned his attention back to his boyfriend. "H-hey." He didn't get an immediate response like he was expecting, instead Craig sat there, silently studying his face.
The corner of the raven's mouth was pulled up in a smirk at the pink that was dusting the top of Tweek's cheeks and ears, "Cute."
The flush on his face darkened, causing him to look away and try to hide his face, which was unsuccessful. His chin was caught between a finger and a thumb. His face was turned, and his lips captured by the noiret that was leaning across the desk next to him. He let out a squeak in surprise but offered no resistance.
Tweek pulled away with a face a dapper red than before, the others' fingers remained on his chin. His eyes quickly scanned the room, looking for any wandering eyes. To his relief most of their classmates had their noses in their phone or were engaged in conversation with other people. His gaze snapped back to the blue eyes still fixed on his face, "N-not cool man, this is a room full of people, you can't jus-just kiss me like that!"
Craig let out a breathy laugh, "Why not, babe?"
"Wh- caus-cause people could be watching man! Gah! Too much pres-" the blond was cut off by the raven kissing him again.
"The only reason people would be looking over here is because of you yelling." The blond blushed again, as he realized that Craig's probably right. He relaxed a little when he scanned the room again, only to see that in fact no one was looking over at them.
Just then their teacher, Mr. Harris walked into the room. Craig reluctantly let his hand drop from his face and turned to face the front of the room. He knew he wasn't going to gain the blond's attention again during the class period. Once class began, all his attention went to taking notes and listening to the teacher ramble on.
Craig decided then to spend his time in this class watching the blond. His tongue peeked out of his perfect pink lips, his eyebrows furrowed as he wrote, and his face would scrunch up if he didn't like what Harris was said.
He didn't even realize the bell had rung until he saw Tweek start to pack up. He was quick to grab his unopened notebook and stand up from his seat. He intertwined his fingers with Tweek's and lead him from the classroom.
For Craig his last class, gym, passed by in a flash. Only once was a comment was shot his way.
When he was changing for gym Stan slapped him on his back, right on the healing scratches.
"Damn Tucker, did you get in a fight with a cat? And did the cat win?" He asked with a smug face.
"Fuck off Marsh," he said over his shoulder to the other raven. He pulled his gym shirt on and pushed past him. It's not that he doesn't like Stan, his whole group pisses him off, but he was just not in the mood for his stupid smug face and comments this day was tiring him out.
They played dodge ball in class, and by the time the he was peeling his sweat filled shirt off, he felt much better. He got to take out his aggravation from the day on the poor souls on the other team. And he got back at Stan by hitting him square in the jaw with a ball. Not on purpose of course, just a happy accident.
He met Tweek at their lockers, giving him a kiss on his temple as a greeting. "Hey baby, you ready to go?"
"Al-almost, just gotta grab my books." He said with a small smile, he was excited to get home. Neither of them had work or practice, so they get to hang out at the blond's house for a bit.
Craig slung his bag over his shoulder then bent down and grabbed younger's bag too. Tweek open his mouth to protest but quickly shut it as he saw the other boy start to walk away. He caught up and laced their fingers together. He leaned his head on the other's shoulder and snuggled up.
"I'm telling you man, we never landed on the moon in the 60's. It was all faked!"
"Mhm."
"The government is just a bunch of liars, filling people's head with false hopes."
"I know babe, you've told me this before."
"You don't believe me, do you?"
Craig sighed, "Of course I do honey, I just don't see why the government would go through all the trouble of faking something that important."
"Gah! S-seriously Craig?" Tweek looked at him as if he had just grown a second head, "Y-you can't be serious. This is the government we are talking about."
Craig barked out a laugh, "Of course babe. I'm just joking." Out of the corner of his eye Craig could see Tweek cross his arms and pout. Cute. "Oh, come on grumpy pants, don't look so upset."
This has been the topic since they've got in the truck. One of Craig's many favorite things about Tweek, is his conspiracy theories. Sure, he's heard this one many times before, but he loves to see the look in Tweek's eyes when he gets started on his ranting.
Craig put his truck in park when he pulled in front of the Tweak residence. He turned towards the blond, and smirked. He leaned in close to the other's face and just stared at him and didn't say a word.
It didn't take long for Tweek to crack. He smiled, giggled, then pushed the older boys face away. He hopped out of the truck and jogged to the house, making sure to add a little hip wiggle as he went.
Once he reached the front door, he looked over his shoulder and shot the raven still in the truck a look, inviting him to come get him.
Craig couldn't resist the suggestive look offered to him from the blond. He walked to the house with a slight spring in his step, but before he could reach the porch, the blond turned and walked into the house, shutting the door on the raven.
His eyebrow rose in amusement, this was odd behavior for the blond. He gave into Tweek's playful attitude and continued up to the porch and entered the house.
Upon entry he could tell the blond wasn't downstairs, meaning he had already made it upstairs.
Respecting Mrs. Tweak's rule about no shoes in the house, he toed off his boots and kicked them into the cubby by the door, next to Tweek's old, beat up ones.
He found the blond sprawled out on his bed, a shit eating grin on his face. He put his hand out towards Craig, offering it to him as an invitation to join him on the bed.
Craig smirked. He shrugged off his sweatshirt, then grasped the smaller boy's hand. He climbed over top of the blond, holding eye contact as he settled above him. Tweek snaked his arms around his neck and pulled him down and closed the distance between them.
Craig was true to his word from that morning, they did finish what they had started in the truck. It ended up with Tweek on all fours, face in his pillow, and Craig thrusting into him from behind.
With one hard, final thrust Craig came. He let his head drop onto the blond's back, between his shoulder blades. He placed a few kisses along his spine, loving how the blond shuddered. The blond had spent himself onto his sheets below him.
Craig pulled out and rolled off the other boy and flopped down on the bed. His chest heaved as he caught his breath. Tweek shifted so he was laying against the older teen's side, Craig's arm laid out under his neck.
Tweek intertwined his finger's with Craig's. Craig watched silently as the blond played with his fingers. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, such a simple act made his heart swell. He loved this boy so damn much.
He shifted so Tweek's back was against his chest, a proper spooning. He wrapped his unoccupied hand around the smaller teen's waist. He pressed his lips to the back of the other's neck, "I love you," he squeezed him a little tighter, "so damn much."
Tweek giggled at the feeling of the raven's breath ghosting over his neck. He nuzzled back into the warmth of the male behind him, "I-I know. I love y-you too Craig."
The older teen placed a kiss to the blond's neck, "What time are your parents gonna be home?"
"Maybe an-an hour o-or so," he shrugged, he never knew when his parents were going to be home, or if they would be home on some days. They could go days without seeing each other, only communicating through the few texts they send. His parents aren't bad parents, per se, they just get caught up with the shop sometimes. His mother always makes sure to check up on him when she can, she's a good mom. He just wishes she could be home more, he misses the home cooked meals she used to make every night. He's lucky if they all sit down for a meal together at least once in every two weeks.
That's another reason Tweek is jealous of Craig's family, even though they don't have the perfect family dynamic, they do have family dinners almost every night. He wishes he could have that. Maybe one day he could have that, with his own family, with Craig.
The frown the had overtaken his face, slowly turned into a smile the more he thought about what his future could hold for him.
He was pulled out of his thoughts by a loud snore right next to his ear. He jumped slightly at the sound.
He turned his head as best as he could to look at the older teen behind him. Sure enough, Craig's eyes were shut, and his mouth hung open. His face was nuzzled into his blond locks, his breath puffed over his neck with each exhale.
Tweek smiled to himself, he could get used to this.
By the time Craig got back to his own house the sun had set. Tweek must have fallen asleep sometime after he did, otherwise he would have woken Craig up much sooner than 8, when Mrs. Tweak got home and called them downstairs.
Craig declined staying over for dinner, he knew he should have been home earlier. Now he wasn't going to hear the end of it from his mother, about how he should know when to be home in time for dinner.
He was expecting to see he mother waiting for him on the couch when he got home, so she could chew him out for missing 'dedicated family time.'
What he wasn't expecting when he pushed open the front door, was his father sitting on his recliner, beer in hand, waiting for him. And by the look on his face, he was not in a very cheerful mood.
Craig didn't even get to form a greeting on his lips before his father spoke.
"Sit down. We need to have a talk."