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I really struggled with this chapter, and it nearly didn't get written, even now it is only half-way written, so instead of one really long final chapter, I decided to give you the half that I'm really happy with, the rest will come later, once it is complete.
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Chapter 8: Marriage Manic
======Tweek's POV======
"Gah!" I open the door to Craig's SUV, and jump out, slamming it angrily before storming up the front drive towards my house.
"Tweek, come back!" Craig calls out to me, so I turn around and flip him off. A little something that I picked up from hanging out with him for so long, but this is the first time I've felt the need to use it against him.
"TWEEK?!"
"UUH! FUCKING MARRIAGE MANIC!" I curse at him before stomping up my front steps, entering my front door, and slamming it behind me.
"Tweek, is something wrong?" My father looks up from his copy of 'Coffee Times' magazine as I storm through the living room.
'Rrrr! Craig won't fool around with me!' I nearly blurt out, before deciding against it.
"Gah- Everything's fine." I lie to him instead, and head into the kitchen. My mom's sitting at the kitchen table, reading something that she quickly hides under her placemat, but not quick enough, fucking 'Martha Stewart Weddings', I only know this because Craig's mom has that exact same issue sitting on their coffee table. It's a conspiracy, and it never ends!
Flicking off the kitchen light, not caring that it puts my mother in darkness, I step over to the window and peek outside. Craig's SUV is gone, so he isn't coming after me this time. Good!
"Tweek? Did you and Craig have another lover's spat?" My mom pesters.
"It's not a lover's spat! It's a fight!" I growl. I walk out of the kitchen without bothering to flip the light back on, that's what you get for siding with the enemy, mom!
As I'm heading up the stairs to my room my cell phone starts to buzz in my pocket. I ignore it until I have entered my bedroom and locked the door behind me. Sitting down on the edge of my bed, I pull out the phone and peek at it. As expected I've missed a call from Craig, and before I can toss my phone angrily across the room it starts buzzing again. This time it's a text message from Craig.
"I'm sorry, baby, Please call me back!"
Instead of throwing the phone across the room, I place it on my bedside table. I pull my legs up so I can sit cross-legged on my bed and close my eyes and breathe deeply while slowly counting to ten. I retreat to my safe place by picturing a younger version of Craig, the spunky boy in the blue hat and coat, the Craig that wasn't obsessed with making me his fucking bride.
When I first came home from the hospital things were not ideal, My parents grounded me for a month for smoking pot and drinking. Craig was also grounded, but he got it a lot worse, one month for smoking pot, and an additional month for sneaking into my hospital room and getting caught in my bed the next morning.
The worst part for Craig is that his parents made him wait on buying his car until after he had served out his punishment, but that was nothing compared to my mom dragging me to the drug store to stock up on condoms and lube, because she'd heard they were needed for our safety! 'Rrrrh! Like I'll ever get a chance to use them!'
On the bright side, Craig and I have taken our relationship to the kissing level, and since we were only allowed to see each other at school, we sort of went crazy with finding new and strange places where we could be alone together. We started out with the customary high school makeout spots, the back seat of the school bus, behind the stairwells, under the bleachers, that dark back corner of the hallway where the camera's didn't quite reach. Unfortunately, these prime pieces of teenaged real estate were often taken, which forced us to up our game. The photography club's dark room was a personal favorite, until we almost got caught; the men's room I didn't much like, too dirty, and empty classrooms were too risky.
Token finally took pity on us, and offered to loan us his car keys, so we could make out in the comfort of the back seat of his BMW at lunchtime, it even had tinted windows, but Craig fucking turned him down.
"We need to take things slow, baby!" or "Not until we're engaged!" These two sentences have become like a war cry from Craig, it started that night in the hospital, and he hasn't let up, every single time things get too hot and heavy Craig shuts us down! 'JESUS CHRIST, EVERY FREAKING TIME!'
I thought things would get better once we were granted freedom again, and he got his new car, but this afternoon Craig surprised me by rolling up in front of Tweek Bros. in a gorgeous twilight blue Subaru Outback and asking me on a date. You can probably already tell that things didn't end well!
The phone is buzzing again, so I pick it up and check for a new text message.
"I love you, Tweek, don't be mad."
'Gah- but I am mad! I don't understand why he wants to marry me so bad, I'm going to be a horrible husband!'
My phone buzzes again, and I look down at the incoming text.
'I wanted to tell you this in person, but you got mad at me before I had the chance. Keep next weekend open, we're taking a little trip together. I already got my parent's permission, but we still need to get your mom and dad to agree!'
"A trip?"
I hurry out of my room and run down the stairs, debating on which of my two parents I should ask.
"Tweek, how many times have I told you not to run down those stairs, you'll fall and break your neck!" My father nags. Whoops! It's probably safer to try asking mom first.
I head into the kitchen. The kitchen light is back on, and my mom has moved to the stove where a kettle of hot water has just started to boil.
"Would you like some hot chocolate, kiddo?" She asks me, with a smile. That's a good sign, she made me hot chocolate and she's smiling, I guess my earlier outburst didn't upset her.
I take a seat at the kitchen table, pull the magazine out from under the placemat, and start thumbing through it. It's just as horrible as I suspected, filled with wedding dresses, flowery crap, and smiling girls, and I just DON'T want this! I shove it back under the placemat.
My mother walks over with my hot chocolate in hand, and pulls the magazine from under its hiding place, before placing the cup in front of me. Walking across to the trash, she deposits it inside.
"I'm sorry, Kiddo." She says to me, and takes a seat across from me. "I guess we've been putting the cart before the horse. I don't have a daughter to plan a wedding for, and you and Craig have been together for so long, I guess we just assumed that when you grew up he's the one you'd settle down with."
"AH! Mom..." I drop my head on the table, because now I'm feeling guilty.
"Before we got engaged your father and I played the field too, and you are pretty young to be tied down. Perhaps it is better if you and Craig try dating other people first. I hear that nice Broflovski boy just came out of the closet."
"AGGGGGH! NO, NO NOOO! Mom, you've got it all wrong, I don't want to play any field. Jesus Christ, I don't want to date other people, that's crazy! Rrrrh! Why doesn't anyone understand me!"
My mom has that look on her face that she gets when she's expecting me to figure something out for myself, but all I want is permission to go on a trip with Craig.
"Mom, I'm too young to get married! But I am old enough to take a vacation with my boyfriend, so that is what I am going to do! So there!"
Picking up my cup of hot chocolate, I march out of the kitchen, without giving her a chance to respond.
======Craig's POV======
Tweek flipped me off? Tweek never flips me off!
I'm pulled over on the side of the road sitting in my new SUV, staring at my phone, waiting for a reply, and debating if I should just double back and talk to him in person.
I realize that I've probably pushed him too far this time, and I feel a little bad about it, but I tend to be stubborn when I'm right about something, and I am right about this! It isn't that I want to get married right away, I just want to know that Tweek cares about me enough to want to marry me someday!
Just as I am about to set my phone down, I finally get his reply.
"I got permission too. Sounds like fun! Pick me up on your way to school in the morning! I love you."
I let out a small sigh of relief, and type a response.
"I'll see you in the morning. I love you too."
I put my car in drive and head towards home. Even though my birthday money was more than enough to purchase a brand new vehicle, I opted for a used one, because I had something else in mind that I also wanted to buy. My new SUV might be used, but it's in perfect condition. Token's father hooked me up with the dealership in Denver, and I got a great deal.
Since getting out of the hospital, I've limited our makeout sessions to kissing for my own selfish reasons. I was pretty shook up to learn that Tweek wasn't actual as naive as I thought. In fact, Tweek obviously knows a lot more about sex than I do, and he's not above using this knowledge to tease the shit out of me in an effort to get me into bed. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a bit troubled about this.
Once, I thought that getting laid was something I needed to do in order to show I was just as mature as my friends, but now that I'm sixteen, I guess I am older and wiser, or something, because I want my first time with Tweek to be just as special as our feelings for each other are... and I want something else too, and like I told you, I can be pretty stubborn.
======Craig's POV/Time jump to Weekend=====
"Oh man, are you sure we have everything we need?" Tweek asks me for the third time as we stand in line at the Breckenridge City Market.
"We're only staying the weekend, baby, we have more then enough." I tell him as I finish loading the last of our groceries onto the checkout counter conveyor belt.
"Gah- okay, Craig" Tweek says while blushing softly, and grabbing onto the sleeve of my jacket. Tweek gets really flustered, whenever I call him baby, so I do it a lot, just because it makes him act so cute.
"That will be $95.69," The perky teenaged girl behind the register informs me, and I pull out my wallet to pay. I notice she's smiling at us curiously, and I'm certain this is because of the way Tweek is clutching on to me. Her scrutiny makes me feel a little uncomfortable, but I still kiss Tweek on the top of the head, and squeeze his hand, before taking my change from her and pushing our shopping cart out the door.
The town of Breckenridge is less than an hour's drive from South Park, and the vacation cabin that we're staying at is a good twenty minutes from town. The weather is cool enough to require a jacket, but warm enough that the roads are clear of snow. The sun is just going down as we drive out of the City Market parking lot, so I pull over at a spot on the side of the road that gives us a perfect view of the setting sun. Tweek contentedly watches the sun as it fades into the mountains, but I choose to contentedly watch Tweek who is much more beautiful than anything else this world has to offer.
======Tweek's POV=======
"This is really where we're staying, Craig? It looks so... Gah- extravagant." I mention, as I step out of the passenger seat, and walk up the paved drive to get a better look at the 'cabin'?
"It wasn't expensive, Thomas' stepfather owns it, he normally rents it out, but since it's currently vacant Thomas got permission for us to use it. We just need to leave it in the same condition that we find it." Craig explains, while pulling our bags from the back of the SUV. I'm honestly having a little trouble wrapping my mind around the fact that this is most certainly not just a cabin.
"I thought we were staying in a run down cabin in the woods? Jesus, are you sure it's okay!" I ask in concern, as I backtrack so that I can help Craig with the bags, "What if we accidentally start a fire and it all burns down, our parents would have to sell us into slavery in order to pay Thomas' stepfather back!"
Craig bends down and places a kiss over my lips effectively stopping me from worrying, but only until the kiss ends.
=====Craig's POV=========
I understand Tweek's concerns, I was also surprised when Thomas emailed me photos of this place. It's a fully furnished luxury vacation cabin, complete with full kitchen, a fireplace, and a huge bath with a large Jacuzzi bathtub. We won't exactly be roughing it, but I couldn't have wished for a more romantic place. It's good to have a rich and generous friend. The fact that Thomas still feels guilty about putting Tweek in the hospital also doesn't hurt.
"Don't worry, I got everything covered." I promise him, and I do!
"Ngh- okay." He tells me, and goes to grab one of my bags, but before he can touch it, I pick it up and hold it just out of his reach.
"This one's really heavy." I lie, because it's actually the lightest of all the bags, but it's also fragile and special. I don't want him to discover the contents too soon.
======Tweek's POV=======
The inside of the cabin is even more luxurious than the outside. After lugging in the bags, and putting away the groceries, Craig grabs me by the hand and leads me to the bathroom.
"Jesus Christ! It's awesome!" I comment happily, the room is huge and spacious. The entire back wall is glass and completely open. There's a glass enclosed shower on one side, and a round sunken bathtub in the center that is twice the size of a normal tub. Craig bends over and starts the water running.
"You take the first bath, I want to unpack." He says, but I have a much better idea.
"This tub's big enough for two, can't I take a bath with you?"
"Tweek! You little pervert." Craig says with a grin as he walks over and wraps me in a hug.
"Takes one to know one." I hug him back and stand up on my toes to whisper in his ear. "At least I never attacked you in your sleep."
"That I know of." Craig says with a chuckle, before pulling away and heading for the door.
"I need to take care of a couple things, baby, so you go on ahead and relax."
'GAH! He's doing it again, how can he possibly bring me to such an obviously perfect makeout spot and expect me to relax!'
The minute the door closes, I pull out my phone and call Kyle. Since Craig's birthday, Kyle and I have become really good friends. He used to always hang out with Stan and Kenny, but with Stan and Kyle fighting, I guess I've temporarily become the new Stan, because Kyle and Kenny have been asking me to hang out a lot.
"Tweek?" Kyle picks up the phone on the second ring. "What happened I thought you went on vacation."
"I did! I'm am on vacation, but he's already ignoring me! Rrrrrh, Craig doesn't find me sexually attractive!"
"That isn't possible, Tweek. Craig definitely finds you sexually attractive." Kyle says with a snicker. Sighing, I drop down in the middle of the bathroom floor.
"Ngh- He's making me take a bath all alone! I don't understand, what am I doing wrong?"
"It's not you, Dude, I promise you." Kyle tells me, but I'm having a hard time believing him.
Suddenly, I hear a commotion on the other end of line, followed by "Okay, Tweek, This is what I think you should do!"
"Gah- Hi Kenny!"
*End of Chapter 8****************
One final chapter left. I created an update schedule on my profile page if you want to check my progress of my projects to see when the next chapter might be out.