No, no. He could not make a scene in there. As Craig got closer to where his boyfriend was, he repeated the list of reasons over and over at his head, trying to wake up his sense of logic.
1- Being jealous made no sense, since his boyfriend loved him a lot.
2- Those girls didn't have any chance.
3- Losing control of his emotions was total out of character for him, and should only happen at emergencies.
4- Doing a scene would make Tweek freak the fuck out.
5- His father in law would get angry for the confusion at his business.
"Do you think that this lipstick really suits me?"
Start again!
"C-Craig! H-Hey!" Tweek was looking at him like he was the last lifeboat on Titanic his eyes pratically screaming for help. "I didn't knew we were going to meet here!"
"I was bored so I decided to make you a surprise." In less than an eye blink he was confronting his enemies, a contained but threatening look at his face and an arm around Tweek's waist.
"I'm just finishing to help those customers okay? You can get a table and order something if you want." Even though the blonde just wanted to finish that awkward moment, he still had to do his job, so he acted like nothing was wrong.
"Don't worry about us silly, just go with your boy-toy! We see you soon!" They giggled and waved at him, going back to their conversation. The place was already almost empty, so Mr. Tweak made a hand sign, telling his son that he was free to do what he wanted. The spazz pulled his boyfriend's arm until they were at his home, falling at the couch and finally being able to breathe.
"What those bitches wanted with you?" Craig asked, taking off his hat and messing up his own hair in an attempt to calm his nerves.
"A gay friend, I guess. They were asking me about food and our friends and makeup, so I doubt this was flirting. Man I was so nervous! What if I gave a weird answer and they are judging me right now?" The blonde's eye twitched a bit.
"To the hell what they think. What do you have to make they think that you'd be their little gay friend?"
"I don't know how to tell you this man, but I'm gay."
"I'm in schock." Craig rolled his eyes, giving up of his bad mood and laughing a little. Some idiot girls with movie-cliche fantasies would not ruin his night. "At least is over."
"For you, but I'm tense as fucking hell in here! Is so hard to deal with the pressure when the problem is a costumer! I can't do anything or my father is going bankrupt!" Tweek was twitching and blinking like crazy, and before he could even say something, Craig remembered what he had at his bag.
"I bought you something to help with the pressure." He took the anxiety-toy.
"A dog chewing toy shaped as a gnome?!" Tweek raised an eyebrown, or at least, the best thing that he could do to match that in a middle of a crisis.
"An anxiety toy, dummy. See, when you get stressed you can squeeze him until the tension fade away?" Craig demonstrated, squeezing the thing between his fingers until the eyes were looking like they were going to explode. "It distracts your brain but also relieves the tension state that your body gets when you're anxious. Is a gnome because you know, you don't like them."
"But what if I squeeze it too hard and the thing just explode? Agh I don't wanna break your gift! " Tweek freaked out again. He started to shake his arms, but Craig held him still until he calmed down a little.
"This thing is made to handle the squeezing, okay? And if it explodes it means that you're super strong and that would be awesome, okay? And for being my gift don't worry, we can buy something else that you can keep safe, but this one I want you to use, okay?" Craig spoke with his calm voice tone, brushing the messy light hair.
"I gonna keep it with me." Tweek held the toy between his hands, a little smile crossing his thin lips.
"That's a good idea, babe. But you don't need it right now, your best anxiety toy is here and ready to be squeezed to death." Craig opened his arms, welcoming the other boy into a nice, conforting hug. God, he was acting so cheesy later.
"How do you know this much about anxiety and craziness and stuff, by the way?" Tweek asked, looking like he wanted to know that for a while.
"I searched a lot since we started to date. I know that I can be a cold asshole sometimes, so I wanted to help you somehow. That's why I bought you the fidget spinner before. It didn't worked a lot but at least I tried." Craig shrugged, feeling that the embrace was getting tighter.
"It helped. Not in that way that it should, but knowing that you were kind enough to care and buy me something... It was really nice, you know? Thank you for always trying." Tweek smiled, and boy if that calm, sweet smile was not the most beautiful thing at the freaking world Craig could not believe this bullshit. That blonde little crazy was killing him, and if they kept together he'd probably die of cuteness at age of 20 or less.
"I wanna kiss him so much." The dark-haired boy thought to himself, imagining how would be perfect if he could stop the smile with a gentle kiss, enjoying a sweet, perfect, romantic, moment... But he controlled himself, and just kissed his boyfriend in the cheeks, making him blush in a deep shade of pink.
That day was being crazy enough without being caught in the act by Tweek's parents.