I switched out Jason with Clyde because Jason sucks.
The car ride was nothing short of torture.
Thomas was not only talking about the new Dolce and Gabanna line, but was pretending to like the Katy Perry music on the radio. Thomas was not a talker, and certainly not when it came to fashion. Craig somehow endured, but gladly took the opportunity to flee when they pulled into the lot. He was desperate to get away and find his friends, regardless of how strange they were behaving.
"Craig, where do you think you're going?" Thomas called after his son.
"To meet up with my friends."
"Oh good! Here, take $100 and buy yourself something nice." Thomas reached for his wallet and pulled out the bills, holding them out for Craig, who just stared.
"Take it, boy, go buy some clothes. If you need help, ask a saleslady, we can't have you clashing colors for school tomorrow!" He smiled, and shoved the money to Craig. "Call me when you're done. Don't just stand there, get going!" Thomas locked the car and practically sprinted to the doors, leaving standing alone.
Glad to get away from his father, albeit confused about this whole ordeal, he pulled out his phone and shot off a text to Token.
To: Token
Where are you?
He put his hands and phone into the pockets of his old jacket, and made off to the doors of the mall.
His phone vibrated in his hand and he pulled it out.
From: Token
Gap
The Gap? Seriously? That was very unlike Token. Most of his clothes were designer. He wore Armani almost everyday. This was at least ten steps down for him.
Craig's phone went off again before he could think of a reply.
From: Token
Nah, come to the food court
This Craig could live with. Why buy himself clothes when he could blow his dad's money on food? He walked through the mall, to the west side, where the food court was. He arrived, and was looking for his friends, but couldn't see them.
He did, however, see three boys in matching pink jackets and shutter shades on their heads. They seemed to be looking for someone, so he walked closer.
The tallest of the three, a brunette, turned around and broke out into a massive grin.
"Craig! Baby! We're late for our appointment at the salon! You should try to be more punctual in the future, you aren't impressing anyone by being tardy." Clyde? What got into him?
"Clyde, what's gotten into you?" He ran up to Craig, dragging Tweek and Token by the sleeves of their fluffy pink jackets. It was as if Juicy Couture developed a men's line overnight. The velour was skin tight, and Craig saw they were embroidered. Under, they wore a simple white shirt, with a pink triangle in the center. Their skinny jeans were pink as well, even their shoes. The only thing Craig recognized about them was that their hair was the same. That must be what they're planning on fixing at the salon.
Craig stood in awe, carefully sizing up his friends. They each held bags from various stores that Craig swore he would never enter. Token handed Craig a large bag of his own.
"Guys, what's going on?" This was too weird.
"What do you mean? We just want to look super gay for school tomorrow, why is that so hard to comprehend, silly goose!" Clyde tapped Craig on the nose.
"Now let's get you dressed. My parents would kill me if they found out I left my credit card with the stylist. You came just in time Craig." Token was pushing Craig to the bathrooms.
They shoved him into the large handicap stall and Clyde put the bag on the hook before shutting it.
"Put it on." Clyde's eagerness was incredibly disheartening.
Craig locked the door and began sifting through the large blue bag. It was filled with the exact same clothes as his friends, but with a large blue feather boa as well.
"Guys, no. What do you want. I really don't want to wear this stuff."
"Fair enough." Clyde slid under the stall and began pulling Craig's blue jacket off of him.
"Clyde! Quit it!" But before he knew it, Clyde had entirely undressed and redressed Craig, who was now staring at himself in the gross mirrors.
"You look so gay Craig! Now come on, before they give up our slot!" Token ushered everyone from the bathroom to the salon at the other side of the mall.
Craig was sort of their unspoken leader, which is why he assumed he wore the only boa. The other boys had all placed their glasses away, except for Craig, who was now walking in their usual 'formation'; Tweek was to the right of Craig, and Clyde to the left, Token on the other side of Craig. No one really cared, it just sort of happened like that.
Craig realized he has yet to hear anything from Tweek, who in fact had been silent the whole time Craig was protesting Clyde. Tweek was shying away from the group, despite being next to Craig, who casually reached out and brushed Tweek's hand with his. Tweek flinched a little, as he normally did, but smiled up at Craig, moving closer to him when he returned the smile.
Their friends didn't yet know they were a couple. They would likely not approve, solely due to the fact that should they ever break up, neither of the boys would want to make their mutual best friends feel awkward or take sides.
And Craig couldn't call all that attention on Tweek. If their friends, or worse, the whole school were to discover that they were in a relationship , to make it worse, a homosexual one, neither boy would hear the end of it.
Tweek? With all that pressure? It'd be cruel. Craig might be bad at reading people's emotion, but that didn't mean he was clueless.
The boys passed a wall of decorative mirrors in the center of the mall's atrium. Clyde dramatically stopped them all so they could primp and rearrange their outfits.
"Craig, you-you look hot." Tweek piped up from the back, Token smiled at both Tweek and Craig.
"So gay, sweetheart! You too, Tweek!" Token agreed, and Tweek and Craig blushed. Craig was secretly pleased, as he knew his boyfriend was sincere.
Tweek looked down at his feet, and was shuffling behind everyone.
"Tweek, sweetie? What's wrong?" Clyde must've figured out how speak in the stereotypical manner some men are known for doing.
Tweek said nothing, but was luckily saved by the hairstylist who greeted the four as they walked into South Park Salon.
"Welcome boys, please take a seat. You all look so adorable in your matching outfits!"
"Thank you!" Clyde and Token responded at the same time. Craig figured that Token was embracing this because he bought all the clothes and didn't want to put them to waste, and Clyde… Clyde is just being Clyde. He figures he must have been wanting an excuse to let his feminine emotional side show. It's always been hard for him, being emotional as a ten year old girl.
For the next three hours, the boys were primped, polished and powdered to perfection. Their hair was wash and styled, they were taught how to use product, given facials and mani-pedis, until they glistened from head to toe.
The worst part was, Craig loved it. He didn't understand why this took off the way it did, or even if other people were to dressed as so, but the closet gay in him was finally showing through and he could not be pleased more knowing that at school, everyone would be looking to him as the stylish leader of his group of fags.
"Guys, we look fab." Tweek, Token and Clyde stopped dead in their tracks to hear Craig utter those four words. They turned to see him checking himself out in the reflection of a shop window.
Clyde, taking everything in stride as he always has, could not have had a better reaction from his most stubborn friend. "We're so gay! Just wait and see how popular we will be at school tomorrow! The girls are going to flip!"
Token stopped and looked like he was in deep thought until he snapped his fingers. "I know! Why don't you all come over tonight so we can have a Boy Meets Boy marathon, sleep over, and then get ready for school together tomorrow morning."
"That's so gay! We meet at Token's at eight! Craig, your first lesson in being metrosexual is over. Class dismissed. Bye Tweek! See you later. Can I steal a ride, Token?" Clyde and Token walked out into the cold, leaving Craig and Tweek alone for the first time all day.
Super cute Creekiness in the next chapter I promise :3