Sorry for the wait. If I try really hard maybe I will get another chapter done before I leave for a month XD I have them all written up, but I just need to type them soooo yeah. It's because I wrote it that led me to keep forgetting to type; I think everything still happened and I don't remember where I left off. I'm on page 16 of 38 if that is of any interest of you.
Tweek's family was more accepting of more delicate issues, so he was only slightly surprised to see his father dressed in a different outfit rather than his work one. However, it nearly killed him to see Thomas dressed in a similar fashion.
Thomas Tucker? Lest we not forget he is a homophobic redneck, now dressed as a gay man.
He wore an open red shirt, pressed pants and combed hair.
Both smelled of cheap strawberry perfume and shimmery ascots. The fake gold jewelry they wore reflected off the streetlamps.
Craig covered his face with his free hand and grumbled incoherently. Sometime about idiocy running in the family.
Tweek spoke up. "Ngh-dad! What do you think you're doing?" The men once-overed their sons. Thomas' eyes flashed when he saw the boys holding hands. As if remembering who he was trying to be, he softened his gaze and tried a stiff smile.
"Oh why hello boys!" Mr. Tweek steped forward, clasped his hands and eagerly gushed, pleased at what he saw.
"Um, hi Mr. Tweek." The two men stepped closer, and Craig tugged Tweek back a step.
"What are you two cutie pies talking about? Awww look! You're holding hands!" Richard lifted his hands to his mouth, and his eyes glazed over.
The two boys laughed nervously and shakily released their grip on one another.
"We gotta go to Token's." Craig turned his back to everyone and began to walk off, only reaching behind him to grab Tweek's arm.
"No can do Craig." Thomas cleared his throat and spoke up. Craig turned back around just to glare.
"What? Why? We promised we'd be there!" He couldn't believe this. Usually his father couldn't give two shits what he did with friends.
"What are you going to be doing?"
"Uh, we were invited to sleep over. Clyde really wanted to catch up on those new gay shows. All the guys are into them."
"That would explain your new clothes. Craig, they look super fab. Good work. But you still can't go." Thomas puckered a smile.
"You have got to be kidding me." He groaned. "Why?"
"Son, I just want you to be safe. I know how I was at your age." He chuckled and elbowed the air for effect.
Craig just glared. Tweek was slinking away, but failing as Craig still had his arm.
"Oh, what could happen! Just be sure everyone is metrosexual, okay? I don't want you associating with any straight men. If you feel threatened at any time, give me a call."
What.
"Okay dad. We're going um, now." He jerked Tweek with him and they walked off in the other direction.
"Have fun, Tweekers!" Richard winked at Tweek, who flinched. Only Craig may call him that.
Something was very, very wrong. All these new behaviors? Clothes? This is unreal.
It was only a short walk from the mall to Token's so they didn't feel weird about walking. Better not to burden anyone with a request for a ride.
Might save them some more weirdness, too.
Craig smiled down at Tweek, who grabbed the taller boy's hand, leaned in close and started walking.
"I don't even want to know." Craig quipped straight into the night. Tweek laughed and they walked in silence the distance.
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They got to Token's mansion and quickly settled inside. The Black family always welcomed Token's friends, no matter the hour of the night.
Craig and Tweek walked up the grand staircase and down the hall to Token's room
And it certainly didn't make sense when Token admitted to only wanting to mess around with hair products.
The weird thing was that Craig was enjoying it to no end.
He liked acting gay with his friends. He loved being stereotypical with them.
Craig by no means was the flamboyant type, not in the least. He was, however, thrilled he could try it.
By two AM after primping and polishing, he was the most enthusiastic about this inane new fad.
"Craig! Well fuck me! I'd love to stick my dick in you!" Sarcastic gay-lisp dawned Clyde didn't see Tweek's eyes flash and twitch more violently than usual.
"What was that, Clyde?" He squeezed through gritted teeth.
"Er… well yeah. Don't gay people say that? I mean, that's what they do so they would say shit like that."
"I thought you were metrosexual." Tweek was getting irritated. Clyde was quickly becoming more and more flustered as he was pulled from the farce.
"Um, well I wasn't serious. God Tweek, it's just a saying. Don't be so metrophobic, darling." Tweek stopped dead, opened and closed his mouth a few times and just walked away.
"Breathe, Tweek. They don't know what they are talking about." He sighed.
"Guys, lay off, it's new for all of us. We're friends here, it doesn't matter." Token; always the voice of reason.
"Uh, sorry Clyde!" Tweek called behind him.
Clyde said nothing, but nevertheless looked embarrassed.
"Okay fags, let's just go to bed. We have to get up early to put on our faces." Token gestured everyone to his bedroom.
The boys settled down in their respective places and one by one dozed off.
Craig was usually the last to fall asleep, a shocking discovery considering all the caffeine that went through Tweek's system.
He knew his boyfriend well enough to know that he was not only awake, but dying to talk to him.
"Tweek, let's go." Craig whispered through the darkness.
They rose silently from the arranged circle of sleeping bags and left the room.
Tweek needed to explain himself and make his intentions known.
They grabbed hands and walked out to Token's balcony. The doors to which were located down the hall and above the front door. They shut the double French doors behind them.
Tweek silently rested his head on Craig's shoulder, feeling unusually bold and over-protective.
Jealous, maybe?
Can't be jealously. One, Clyde isn't actually gay. Two, Clyde is an idiot. Simply put.
Definitely over-protective. If suddenly all the kids at school were dying to be gay, then that means every single person would be doting on Craig! Where would that leave Tweek!
Gah! Behind!
"What's wrong, Tweekers? Don't let Clyde get to you. He's an idiot. That's what happens when you talk to them." Craig broke the short-lived panic inside Tweek.
"I know, but… I don't know. I feel that I don't, you know, do things…you're going to ditch me for-"
"Stop." Craig cut him off. Tweek obeyed.
"Ngh-"
"Stop." Tweek was shaking in his boots.
"What?"
"I'm not going to leave you. Seriously. Please get that through your head. Clyde's just being his usual ass of a human. Tweek please, you don't have to do anything with me if you aren't ready. That's just me. My way of, uh, showing affection. Like you and your hovering." Tweek flinched.
"What?"
"What?"
"Huh?"
"God Tweek, your hovering. I that's how you show we're together, like in public. I do that by, shit, you know. Physical stuff." Craig blushed and Tweek saw it through the moonlight.
"Affection. I touch your arm and hover because that's how I show affection for people. I thought you just wanted to get in my pants, not that it mattered, but I'm not good with relationships. I don't have any practice." Tweek blushed as well. He said too much. "I'm sorry. I don't know how to put it into words without sounding stupid." He looked down.
"Hell, me neither. But I am sorry for Clyde's comment."
"I overreacted! They will think for sure something is up! Jesus they know we're together!" Tweek grabbed two fistfuls of hair.
"Shhh," Craig put his finger over Tweek's lips and with the other hand, made him put his hands down from his hair. He pulled Tweek close into him.
"They're not. I promise. Because tomorrow, we're going to go to school and everyone else is going to be acting just as weird as us and the guys at the mall. I saw Stan and those other douchenozzles dressing like this. You know that means everyone else is too.
"We aren't going to worry about what anyone thinks because we are totes metro, Tweeky-bean!" Craig smiled and ruffled Tweek's hair.
"Gah! Craig no! Don't muss it! It took me forever to smooth out all the kinks and flyaways!" Tweek reached up and frantically tried to smooth his head.
Craig smiled and pulled him into a half-hug. They stood out on the balcony for at least another twenty minutes, simply enjoying each other. They went back inside when Tweek began to shiver.
Craig spun him around, wrapped one arm gracefully around the small of Tweek's back. He positioned Tweek's head in front of his own with his free hand and drew out a long, tender kiss on Tweek's cold lips.
Tweek was eager to return the kiss. It may be a small gesture, invisible albeit, but still a sign of them.
No idiotic Clyde metro-ing his ass into Craig.
Wait, that came out wrong.
Tweek chuckled into the kiss at his silly thought, and he could feel Craig smile against his lips.
They broke apart when Tweek's teeth began to chatter.
They slipped back inside and into Token's room, joining again with the others.
Clyde and Token were sound asleep, but Clyde rolled over at least three times, as he was wont to do. Craig took this opportunity to move his sleeping bag next to Tweek. They lie down and reach their hands out almost simultaneously. They grasped them tightly and hid under an excess of sleeping bag. Curse him for being so touchy-feely this night, but the last thing Craig saw before dozing off was Tweek's closed eyes and trailing arm to where their hands were still together.
Yay! I'm actually writing this on vacation. It's 12:45 AM and I have a regatta to race in seven hours. I truly hope this was worth it. Importantly though, I wasn't trying to create conflict with Clyde and Tweek, I just wanted to show how insecure he can be at times, even over stupidness. Comments always appreciated. The next chapter is going to be long and so they motivate me to start and work fast ;D