A/N: My inspiration is the reviews I get. That and A certain SOMEONE threatening me with a spork.
Jaykay, jaykay. I still love you for making me update sooner. Your spork scares – I mean encourages – me to update sooner. Yup.
Tweek sighed to himself, knowing (or perhaps to be more accurate, hoping) that Craig wouldn't hurt himself or do anything too drastic. He knew/hoped it wouldn't be a repeat experience of last time.
He wondered where Craig was now and what he was doing. Becoming fed up with his pointless angst, he made himself some more coffee and decided to think things over a little bit. If I just told Craig I tricked him and was eavesdropping, then I could get all this off my chest. Oh… but he'll hate me. Tweek, to say the least, felt like the lowest piece of scum in the world. Lower than a germ found under a rock underground, or something to that extent. He sighed deeply. "I… I'll just tell him what I did!" he said, eye twitching out of nervous habit. "If… if he d-doesn't forgive me, then it's o-okay," he whispered. "I just want to know how he really f-feels."
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Meanwhile, outside, Craig was thinking the same thing. He was beating himself up considerably more than Tweek, however. "I still love him… I'm not really mad," he told himself. "Not at him, anyway. What did I do to make him so upset?" He wondered aloud. "Weird." He thought back for a moment, wondering if something he had done in the past was bugging Tweek. Could it have been their breakup when Craig had almost died? He doubted it. Then he thought it was at that party when he got drunk because of Kenny… but Tweek had seemingly forgiven him for that, too. "What the Hell did I do to you, Tweek?!" Craig yelled to the air. He caught a few stares from random passers-by, but disregarded them all except for when he was showing off his middle finger.
Making up his mind, he stood up and slid his hat onto his head. "That's it," he declared. "I'm going to go tell Tweek how much he means to me. And if he doesn't believe me… I'll show him proof." He looked at his feet, painful memories swamping him. He shoved them out of the way, though, to tell Tweek later.
He started to make his way back to their room.
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It was a few days after Craig was released from that crappy hospital, and there happened to be a party that night. Craig dialed the number of his now-once-again boyfriend. "Hey, Tweek," he said into the receiver. "There's gonna be a party at Token's place tonight. Clyde invited me. You coming?"
He heard a long cough from the other side of the receiver. "S-sorry, Craig," A weak voice answered. "I'm s-sick with the stomach flu."
"Oh…" Craig muttered. "Want me to come by and see you?"
"That'd be great," Tweek said. "But won't you miss the party?"
"Nah… I doubt I'll be there all night. Your parents wouldn't want me staying around you too long, what with you being sick and all, right?" Craig reasoned. He heard a faint "nngh" come from Tweek, who eventually agreed. "Great," Craig said. "I'll be there in fifteen minutes, kay? Wait for me."
"All right. Bye." Tweek said, hanging up. Craig grinned and checked his pockets for spare change. "It should be enough," he said, running off to Starbucks.
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When he arrived at Tweek's house, he smiled at the sight of an almost-resting blonde in bed. He placed the steaming cup of coffee on the bedside table and moved over to sit on the end of the bed. "Ah! Craig!" Tweek yelped, flinching in surprise. "I d-didn't hear you c-come in!" He exclaimed, voice straining. He coughed lightly. Craig flipped him off. "I brought you some coffee," he said. Tweek nodded. "Thanks!" he said. "I really needed some."
Craig looked at the floor littered with coffee cups. "How do you drink this much?" he asked. Tweek shrugged. "I dunno."
"Oh well. Ahh… I want to just crawl in there with you and kiss you, ya know?" Craig said randomly. "I would if you weren't sick."
"I'd l-let you if I weren't sick," he said. "I don't even know h-how I got this w-w-way so fast."
"So it was just a sudden attack of the flu?"
"Yeah!"
"Ah. I see…"
Their conversation continued like this for about an hour before Tweek's parents shooed Craig out of the house. He flipped them off (on purpose for the first time in awhile) behind their backs and left to go to Kenny's place to pick him up. The two met up and got Clyde, and went to Token's place all together. It was only 9, but the party was already loud and rank with the stench of alcohol. Kenny's face lit up as they stepped inside. "All right!" he yelled. "Now I can get drunk and all night I'll be…"
Clyde cut him off. "We don't need to know," he said. Pretty soon all three of them had been called off to the dance floor and they started to lose themselves in the spur of the moment…
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Kenny walked over to the bar-type thing Token had, looking at Cartman handing out the drinks. If he wasn't so drunk already, Kenny would have thought something was up. Cartman never volunteered to help. "Hey, Kenneh," The pudgy (okay, more than pudgy) boy said. "Need a drink?"
"Ha ha… yeeeaahh Cartman!" Kenny slurred. "I'lllllhavago." Cartman rolled his eyes. "It's not even eleven yet and you're already wasted? Weak, man. Weak." Nonetheless, a scheme formed in his mind. He looked at some of the people grinding on the dance floor… Bebe, Clyde, Token, Wendy, Butters, Stan, Kyle, Craig… He smirked. "Suuuure. Here you go," he said, fixing Kenny a beer and spiking it. Kenny quickly took it and drained it happily. "Ahhhzooome!" Kenny chided. Cartman laughed. "So, Kenneh, I bet you're only getting drunk so you can score some hot chick tonight," he said. Kenny swayed back and forth, nodding. "A-yup, I am," he said. "Looking to get some reeeeaal action toniiight. Yup." He let out a short breath. Cartman nodded. "Well, she looks like she could use someone," he said, pointing to someone on the dance floor. "Why don't you go brin 'er over and I'll spike her drink for ya?"
"Uh… yeeeah… ha ha ha!" Kenny giggled, walking over to the person Cartman had indicacted. "Hey," he said, tapping Craig on the shoulder. "You want to get a drink with me?" Craig blinked. He'd already had a few drinks, but wasn't quite drunk yet. "Uh… I think you'd better leave," he said to Kenny, worried about the obvious intoxication. Kenny laughed. "Nonsense!" He spat. "Loosen uuuuup… have a drink!" He dragged the 'girl' by the arm over to where Cartman was. Craig blinked, confused, wondering what the hell the fat blob was up to. "Two drinks, My fine bartender!" Kenny called to Eric. "One for me, and one for…"
"I don't want one," Craig said. He was suspiscious of Cartman serving drinks. Once again, Kenny told him to loosen up and punched his arm. Cartman gave the two of them drinks, and Craig begrudgingly drank his spiked one. Carmtan continued to shove drinks on them, a few of which Kenny had to "help" down Craig's throat. Pretty soon, Craig was feeling just about as wasted as Kenny was.
Which was fine with Kenny. Both he and Cartman were about to get what they wanted. A fuck and two emotionally wrecked boyfriends.
Life is good, Cartman thought as he watched Kenny drag Craig by the arm into some unknown room.
Kenny never once thought he would be fucking a guy that night, and didn't realize it until the next morning.
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Pushing open the door, Craig looked down at Tweek, still on the floor. He laughed at the cup of coffee in Tweek's hand, and walked over to go sit next to the blonde. "Hey," he said gently, Cupping Tweek's face in his hands and kissing his nose. "Sorry about what happened earlier… but I have to tell you something."
Tweek shook his head, putting one shaking finger to Craig's lips. "Let me go first," he whispered, tears forming in his eyes.
Here goes everything, they thought simultaneously.
A/N: Finally, I've written this chapter down. I'm sorry, I'm so bad. Anyway, this is "that night" that Craig was talking about a while ago. I didn't really want to be descriptive because I'm so lazy. All the emotion of Craig being fucked by Kenny and loving it and hating it in the morning was left out.
It wasn't nessescary. Oh, and yes, Kenny thought Craig was a girl because he had no hat one.
Cartman is evil.
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