This is going to be a long one. If I can find a place to break it off, I will, otherwise it's totes long.
No matter what Craig thinks, Tweek never sleeps. Ever. One, the underpants gnomes are way too much pressure. Two, his caffeine intake, well, we all know how Tweek is. And three, he is afraid of the dark.
The only time he could really sleep was when he was when he was with other people, namely Craig, who thankfully, didn't know Tweek specifically afraid of the dark. Atop his large list of fears, it was never as prominent as say, public speaking or spiders.
Even when Tweek did sleep, it was incredibly lightly. More of that half-sleep where everything turns into background noise.
So at six AM sharp, when Token's alarm went off, Tweek lurched up, squeaked a bit, and dropped Craig's hand. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was pleased they stayed like that all night.
"It's too early." Clyde turned over, placing his head into his pillow.
"Come on fags, let's get beautiful!" Token was always the early bird, so he was able to take full advantage of his limbs to get to his bathroom to shower.
"Just go find another one. Doesn't matter which." Token waved to his friends behind him, they knew they drill.
Craig stood and Tweek started walking out of the room. Clyde was still on the floor, moaning into his pillow, something about humans not being built to see the sunrise.
"But we need to show Stan's butchy little friends how gay we are. Get up, Clyde." Craig threw a bottle of Wen sculpting cream at Clyde's head.
"Ugh, just because I want to show off my mad sculpting skills." He wistfully looked at the jar, grabbed the Green Tea crème and ran to Token's parent's bathroom.
In the whole house, that was his favorite bathroom. I don't know why. Let's not ask.
Token walked back into his room to grab a new bottle of Bumble and Bumble and saw the 'Clyde' bag of clothes on the ground.
"He left his clothes here, so he'll have to come back and get ready in here, but let's all do it together, okay?" Token, for the third time, went back into his bathroom. Craig and Tweek grabbed their kits and headed out downstairs.
"Are you excited, Craig?" Tweek sounded apprehensive.
"I actually am. It's really weird but I kind of like this. You know, being gay gay. It might be different for us now. Maybe the rumors will stop." Craig grabbed Tweek's hand but looked the other way.
If there was one thing South Park was good at, is was gossiping. Craig never cared what people said about him, nor did he care. It wouldn't even matter if he did. Nobody could even believe he was gay. The girls loved him and his parents were so antigay that it could only be assumed Craig was too. Assumption-wise, people assumed Tweek had a crush on Craig, due to his constant nudging and arm touching, and Craig wasn't going to hurt his feelings by saying otherwise.
Girls loved it. They called this his 'soft spot'. They would swoon and dote on him, begging for dates. Until, that is, he flipped off each and every one that tried to ask him out. Now he was generally avoided, labeled a loner, despite his small group of friends. Craig didn't care, and he loved the solitude. His only wish is that the gossipers would leave Tweek alone. All that incessant touching was always a source of unwanted and hurtful attention.
"Only if we aren't the only ones dress like this." Tweek didn't sound very convinced.
"Tweek," Craig stopped them. "My dad was okay with this. He was encouraging me. My father, Tweek! And Stan and all those asshats too. If it will make you feel better, you can bring your normal clothes in your bag to change into. Just try it. Do it for me? I'm excited about this, remember?" Tweek didn't like to deny Craig anything. One, because he didn't ask for much. And two, he had to put up with Tweek's problems all the time. It's hard to take meds at the same time every single day, lest horrible things happen internally.
Jesus Christ! Internal damage! Tweek reminds himself to take his meds when he is done dressing.
"Fine, but if we look stupid, I'm blaming Clyde. It was his idea." Craig chuckled and swung their clenched hands.
"Tweek, this town is full of idiots. Crazy shit happens and no one asks why. Maybe now this is our chance to get away with a lot more." Craig lifted their hands and kissed Tweek's gently.
They reached Tweek's bathroom and he went inside, and Craig walked down this hall to his.
After thirty minutes of scrubbing and polishing, all the boys reconvened in Token's room, dressed in their matching shirt and jeans. All accessories were left in neat piles on Token's bed to be put on after their hair was dealt with.
Squeezed in Token's bathroom, the boys stood in front a wall of various brands and types of hair products.
"Ready guys? It can't be that hard. Just rub in the base conditioner and then smooth flyaways with this gel. And then you gotta…" Token tapered off, to which Craig rolled his eyes.
"Since we're all new to this whole makeup thing, we're better off putting it on each other. At least then we have something to hit if we get stabbed in the eye."
"Good idea, Craig. Here's all that I bought yesterday," he gestured to four color-coded bags, "so use what you need. Remember, it is easier to add than take away." He pointed out each type of cosmetic in the bags.
After about five minutes of attempting to put on their faces, it was agreed this set up was not going to work. They were bumping elbows and dropping bottles. Obviously clear who was and was not capable of operating in a small space.
"Fuck this, guys. Craig, you go fix Tweek before he explodes. Token, just make me pretty. Sorry, but there isn't enough with only one mirror." Clyde shoved a pink make-up bag to Craig, who was trying to signal Tweek to get off of the floor.
"Just use my mom's vanity, unless she's there, then use the mirror in the foyer." Token was squeezing a glob of gel into his hands for Clyde.
Craig and Tweek left the bathroom and walked down the hall and knocked on the door.
Token's mom answered. Judging by the delicious smell wafting from the kitchen, she was cooking while Clyde was in their shower and she was just now putting on her make-up.
"Oh Craig dear, don't you look nice! I'm almost done, but why don't you two use the guest bath. It's bigger than the foyer. I assume that's what Token suggested?" Craig nodded. Mrs. Black smiled kindly.
"We will do that. Sorry to interrupt you. Let's go Tweek." Craig gestured to Tweek, who was trying to hide behind Craig, likely embarrassed by interrupting and intruding their hospitality.
"Not at all. I can give you boys a ride as well when you're ready. Help yourself to the kitchen if you like." She smiled again before gently shutting the door.
The two matching boys walked to the spare guest room and shut themselves in the bathroom, where Tweek found himself alone for the first time with a flaming Craig Tucker.
I hope this wasn't too boring, but basically the next chapter is fluff so keep an eye out for that. Also, thanks a bunch for reviewing. They seriously make my day!