A/N: So this is the end of this story. Finally after nearly 2 years it's complete. Thank you everyone for your support and please enjoy this short epilogue.


Chapter Sixteen

Epilogue


"I'm gay."

Saying it out loud felt so foreign, after years of denying it. I felt like a great weight had been taken of my shoulders and all the anxiety and shame I ever had about being gay evaporated before my eyes. However, this didn't make it any easier to say. Especially to my dad.

My father stared at me for a long time, gawking.

Moments flew by without a reply- without even much of a reaction, and I began to feel even more nervous.

"You're… gay?" He echoed.

"Yes…" I swallowed.

"You're a funny boy, Craig!" Thomas erupted into deep laughter. He thought I was joking.

"Dad, I'm being serious" I groaned and he finally stopped laughing.

"What do you mean?"

"I… Well, I'm gay… Like… Homosexual, like, I like boys."

I found myself trip over my own sentences as my dad failed to grasp onto the forbidden concept. I began to doubt that coming out to him now was a good idea. But it had been a whole month since Christmas when me and Tweek made up. I couldn't keep having a secret relationship with him behind my dad's back. Although I must admit I found it strange he hadn't cottoned on yet. Maybe he'd been blocking it out of his thoughts.

"Son…" His voice trailed off "are you sure?"

"Yes. I've never really been this sure about anything" I told him truthfully.

He looked pensive; he couldn't look me in the eye when he spoke. But I was expecting a worse reaction I must admit.

"The Tweek boy… is he…?"

"He's my boyfriend, yes."

My dad inhaled deeply. He didn't look angry, only mildly disappointed. But it was pretty obvious he'd always known. My confession only confirmed his suspicion.

"What did I do wrong?" He murmured under his breath and raked a hand through his hair.

"I… you didn't do anything I'm just- this is the way I am" I chewed nervously on my lip "I can't help it."

"So you're not just confused then?" He asked.

"Not anymore"

"And Tweek Tweak, you love this boy?"

"Yeah… I do."

Dad then surprisingly wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a paternal embrace. It was awkward and rigid and I wasn't sure what to do with my arms. But it felt safe, I felt loved and I was overall so relieved he hadn't disowned me

He pulled away.

"I need some time to think about this. I'm old, I don't really understand but you're my son, my own flesh and blood. I'd never hate you… I kind of knew anyway, I've known for years. Maybe that's why I've been so hard on you."

I could feel tears prick my eyes. I'd never expected such a response from my conservative arrogant father.

"Tweek is a nice boy. I don't doubt you make a good pair. I'd be worried if it was McCormick's son."

"Dad-" I blushed and elbowed him. He laughed.

I left the living room and head towards the front porch with an odd mixture of both relief and anxiety in my stomach. Tweek was waiting outside for me, chewing on his nails and fidgeting awkwardly.

"H-How'd it go?" He asked in almost a whisper.

"I think it went okay" I told him "better than I thought anyway… But I think he's still a bit disgusted by it."

Tweek scratched the back of his neck before he clasped his fingers around mine and held our hands up to his chest.

"Just give him time. He'll come around" Tweek gazed into my eyes with warm reassurance. Instantly I felt better. "I'm proud of you" he whispered and gently placed his lips onto mine.

I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer as we shared a long moment of content.

"Thank you" I breathed as we pulled away.

"For what?" Tweek raised his brow.

"For just putting up with me. You're too good for me."

"You need to stop saying stuff like that." He twitched.

I smiled down at him and smoothed a piece of his hair behind his ear before I adjusted his blue chullo hat as it sat lopsided on his head. No sooner had we made up, he'd claimed the hat as his own once again.

"Come on, let's not leave the guys waiting" I kissed his cheek and the both of us made our way down the porch hand in hand towards our bikes.

South Park was hastily approaching February; the snow was still thick enough to get lost in and everything from the people to the mountains remained the same. But something was different because I knew I was seeing things differently. The last few months had been the craziest I'd ever embarked and yet it all started by losing a bet.

Grateful. That's the best I could describe this change of heart.

My mom and dad came to accept me quicker than I expected, though my dad went a little over the top sometimes, it felt good to feel welcome in my own household. Tricia was just a smug little rat with her "I told you so."

Tweek eventually forgave his parents for their naivety and they remained just as infatuated with our relationship as they ever were. The Tucker household would often visit for dinner and take advantage of the unlimited free coffee that comes with the advantage of having a gay son.

Kenny was immensely proud of me, and Tweek. He continued to be an unlikely support in the worst of places. He also received his semi-happy ending when Butters decided to end their break a few weeks after they broke up and the two had been stuck in their honeymoon phase ever since. Sure enough, Kenny stuck to his word and he stayed faithful to his boyfriend.

The rest of our friends thankfully stayed the same. Kyle was a strong mentor in my life and he replaced me as team captain for the Cows, which I didn't protest at all. Clyde managed to work up the guts to ask to go steady with Bebe. Surprisingly he was successful.

Cartman was grounded for a long time for what he did. His gadgets were confiscated and a lot of the money he earned went towards the fine he created when he vandalized the school with photos of me and Tweek. We also each received an apology letter from him, completely forced of course. But we decided the best thing to do was forgive him and move on.

As for me and Tweek, I'd never been happier. He'd taken a great weight off my shoulders and given me the burden of not worrying at all. Finally I was happy. We continued to ride our bikes together on a tonne of new adventures as we embarked on the most crazy adventure of all.

Each other.