Shoutout to Funnyhats for writing a chunk of this. Actually, she wrote me a similar metro story for me and she gave me permission to use a piece of it. It's this first paragraph/chunk bit. But yeah, so go read her stuff if you like Creek. /~funnyhats
This is all fluff. I think it's adorable, but I'm pretty biased.
Tweek had never seen anything so terrifying (and attractive) in all his life. The usually sloppy boy now had his hair neatly gelled down from where it parted, giving the deep black color a shine against the lights. He wore his tight pink jeans (that Tweek had to drag his gaze from) as well as the matching pink jacket. Underneath the jacket, he wore his tight pink triangle shirt that clung to hiM.
The lighting of the bathroom was flattering in every aspect. Tweek once-overed his boyfriend more than once. Craig just patiently waited until Tweek's eyes stopped gaze-raping him. Who, by this time, felt his jaw go slack and spent a little too much time staring at Craig's bulged jeans.
Tweek was astonished that he could get them on, let alone Craig.
Craig was… well endowed. The one time Tweek ever saw him naked was by accident. Tweek and Craig were staying at Clyde's house for the night, as Token was out of town. Craig decided to shower and Clyde swiped his towel from his waist.
That was the only thing he could think of as he shamelessly stared.
Thankfully, Tweek's pants were just as tight as Craig's.
Craig smirked and turned on the mirror lights. The shadows disappeared and Tweek collected himself.
"Damn Craig, you look hot." Maybe it was these clothes, but Tweek felt newfound confidence in himself. Under normal circumstances, there was not a chance that Tweek could say something as bold as that.
"Thanks. You too. Let's get you set up. I'm just going to smooth your hair, so here, stand in front of me," Tweek moved, "And I will slick it down." Craig went to work and Tweek thought Craig's concentration face was the cutest.
"How are you so good at this?"
"Good at what?" Craig looked up from his work and saw Tweek watching him through the reflection.
"Doing hair. It looks better now than yesterday when the stylist did it." Craig blushed.
"My parents make me look nice for church. I got sick of mom freaking out over my hair, so I just learned how to do it myself. But my hair is shorter than yours, so it's easier to style, except I can't do anything about the few strands sticking up, but because of the highlights, that looks like what you were aiming for. " Craig gestured to a few misplaced pieces.
"That's fine." Tweek couldn't tell what Craig was doing, but his hands were just lingering on his head; it felt nice.
Craig smirked.
"Oh god I said that out loud!" Tweek's cheeks reddened and he put his face down.
Craig lightly swatted his shoulder. "Oh come on, Tweek. Don't be embarrassed, now move your hands so I can do your make-up." Tweek lurched a little bit.
"Make up? No way, man!" Craig pulled a bottle of eyeliner from the bad Token gave him.
"Please, Tweekers? I really want you to look perfect, and I spent all that time on your hair." Craig placed his hands on Tweek's shoulders and he could feel Tweek melt into his touch, to which Craig smiled.
"Just- just a little, and could you um- cover up my dark circles?" Lack of sleep showed on everyone, and how much sleep one received could often be an indicator of how mentally sound one was. Tweek was embarrassed so much, as he never slept and was always panicking. Craig sympathized and made no rude comment.
"Sure thing. Just sit here on the counter and open your eyes as wide as you can." Tweek obviously misunderstood, because when he jumped up, he bugged out his already large eyes as large as he could. Craig couldn't help but laugh.
"You've never done this before, have you?" Tweek looked upset.
"And you have?" Tweek spat back. Craig smiled and leaned in close with the liner, avoiding his question.
Craig never wore it himself, but he featured Ruby in one of his movies a while ago and needed her to wear makeup. If you could draw liner on that girl, you were as good as a professional.
Craig nimbly drew a long line of powder blue liner under each of Tweek's nervous eyes, and gently rubbed in concealer. He didn't say anything, but was impressed Tweek could sit so still.
Tweek never really gave a shit about his appearance, nor did Craig, but this was a good change. It was nice to look nice, especially without his dark eyes. Without those purple bags, Tweek could now show off his large green doe-eyes. For the first time in a very long time, Tweek felt comfortable enough with his appearance to compare himself to his friends.
"Thanks, Craig." Tweek slid off the counter and locked his arms around Craig's neck. Though a bit surprised, Craig returned the hug and snaked his arms around Tweek's waist. He lowered his head to place it on Tweek's shoulder.
"No problem." He whispered back in the same tone as Tweek. Craig figured that dolling Tweek up meant more than just looking nice, so he didn't say anything about it, just letting him hold tight to his neck.
Craig may be a cynical asshole, but he loved Tweek more than a good laugh at his expense.
Tweek jumped back and let go when he heard a knock on the door.
"Boys," Token's mom stuck her head in. "It is almost time to go."
"Okay. Thanks for the warning, Mrs. Black. Tweek, why don't you toss those bottles back in the bag and we can go get Clyde and Token."
Tweek did as he was told and went to go regroup with their friends. They found their friends ferociously going over notes.
"Oh good, you're ready. Remember, be really polite, don't swear, don't get dirty and always carry travel sized bottles of product on your person at all times. I think we're set." Token addressed the three without looking up. He and Clyde were both trying to stuff their notes, product and books into the new messenger bags. Token explained that they were a gift from his mom.
"Okay. Okay. My advice, right. Okay. Use cute names for everyone, be nice to the girls since this is all for them!" Token threw and eraser at Clyde. "Call everything gay and never let anyone make you feel like you are straight!"
"Are we all set? I went and packed your bags while you were getting ready. Tweek, you look super fab!" Token handed Craig and Tweek their monogrammed pink bags and struck a dramatic pose.
"Fags! To the Bentley!" All the boys cheered and went to Token's expansive garage where his mother was waiting with the car running.
"Thank you Mrs. Black!" All the boys chanted in their falsetto lisp as they climbed in and sat down.
"Oh, this is too precious! You all look so stylish!" She backed out from the drive and turned into town.
Token, in the passenger seat, turned around to face Craig, who was pressed up against the window due to the lack of space in the tiny Bentley.
1% Problem- Luxury cars have no space.
"Craig, girlfriend, this is all up to you." Craig rolled his eyes at Token's sincerity. "You're going to have to perform flawlessly today. We're about ten minutes early to school so we can size up the competish, and then we're counting on you to make it known to South Park High that we are the most gay in school!" The boys cheered again.
"I got you this yesterday. Put it on." Token threw Craig a gold ear cuff with a pink magnetic stud, as well as his boa and shutter shades that were sitting in his lap.
"Wow, Token! Thanks! Dangly jewelry is a total self-esteem booster!" Craig caught his reflection in the mirror, in which he saw Clyde's jealous smile and Tweek's wide-eye look of approval.
"I'm so glad you do! It's so you and ear cuffs are very in right now. Sorry it's magnetic, we didn't have enough time to get you pierced."
They rounded the last corner and approached their school, gathered and shouldered their bags and waited for all to be ready for one final pep talk from Clyde, which Token likely planned.
"We're going to look so gay! Stan and those fashion faux-pas will have no idea what hit them! My Prada, I swear, they are always so behind. Anyhoo, let's walk to the school and our lockers to the beat of "Call Me Maybe' in our heads."
"That's so gay! I love it!" Craig smiled and opened the door. The boys filed out and stood in their usual formation.
"Ready fags? Let's go." Craig took the first step and the boys followed suit as they walked up to the school.
Sure enough, every male in sight was flaming like no other, but Craig and his bitches were the best dressed of them all.
And that brings us to the school week. Preview: Craig and Tweek have such an awesome week they decide to get down and party hard on Friday. Wink wink wink wink wink :D