NOTE: Hello hello what a surprise I'm here again! Little warning for underage drinking, smoking, and implied sexual content ( ;)))) ) As always, feedback is appreciated, and thank you all for every kind word so far!
It was now the day before Christmas Eve and Craig Tucker had given himself the best Christmas present of all time. The best part? It was free! He was finally out and he was so proud and he wanted to scream it over and over again that he was bisexual. He felt…lighter as he walked down the steps to the kitchen that morning. The weight of his closeted sexuality was finally gone, and he couldn't be happier.
"Morning, sweetheart." Laura said with a smile, kissing his forehead as he sat at the kitchen table.
"Hey mom." He mumbled, stretching his arms above his head. Tricia looked over at him and scoffed.
"It's fucking December would it kill you to put a shirt on?"
"I have a naturally high body temperature."
"No, you don't!"
"You're not my fucking doctor! How would you know?!" As if on cue, both of them flipped each other off, a smile on both their faces.
"Would you two knock it off?" Laura laughed, placing their breakfast in front of her children and another plate for her husband once he came downstairs. "Now…I made you this breakfast for a special reason."
"Because you love us?" Craig said through a mouthful of eggs.
"Well…that…but it's because we have to talk about our Christmas Eve plans." At the exact same time, Tricia and Craig snapped their heads up from their plates.
"NO!" they shouted at the same time, causing Laura to snicker.
"Unfortunately, yes."
"Mom, I'm begging you, I don't want to go to Uncle Charlie's." Tricia pleaded, grabbing her mom's arm.
"I don't want to go to my brother's either, but we've been putting it off for years now. With Craig graduating…I don't know…it seemed right."
"I'm gonna tell them about all the gay sex I've been having." Craig laughed, sipping at his coffee.
"Craig, fine, but you and I both know you haven't gotten laid yet." Laura grinned at the look of hurt that crossed her son's face, both flipping each other off as if they were programmed to.
"Who's not getting laid?" Thomas asked as he came into the kitchen.
"Craig." Tricia grinned at her father.
"You're not either!" Craig punched her arm.
"Yeah, and she shouldn't be getting laid she's fifteen. You, Craig, don't even have a boyfriend or girlfriend."
"Well…I could." As soon as the words left his mouth, Craig wished he could've pulled them back in. It's not like he didn't want to tell his family his feelings for Tweek. It's not like his family didn't know Tweek. Hell, Tweek has spent the night more than any of Craig's friends, but having all his family turn and stare at him at once was, as Tweek would say, was too much pressure.
"Yeah? Who is he?" Tricia asked, leaning close to her brother's face.
"Why do you assume it's a guy? I'm bisexual, meaning I still find girls attractive." Tricia snorted.
"Yeah, okay. I see how you look at guys when we're at the mall." Craig's cheeks flushed a bright red.
"Do we know him?" Thomas asked, taking a bite of his toast. Craig swallowed hard, wanting to respond. He decided to pick at his eggs.
"It's Tweek." Craig's head snapped up.
"MOM!" Laura grinned at her son as she dried the dishes. Tricia started laughing as she threw her arms around Craig's neck from behind his chair.
"I knew it! You two have been spending so much time together lately!" she laughed, Craig puffing out his cheeks to keep himself from saying anything. His family wasn't wrong. He just didn't want to admit it yet. Thomas chuckled at his son's face.
"He's a sweet kid, Craig. I know you said you two weren't dating but…invite him over for Christmas dinner if you want to. He's always been good company." Craig smiled a bit at that and nodded.
"Thanks dad," As breakfast wrapped up, Craig tugged his mom aside after he finished helping Tricia with the rest of the dishes. "Mom, I need some help." Laura tucked a loose strand of hair behind her son's ear.
"What's up, sweetheart?"
"You know how the guys and I are getting together tonight for our Secret Santa gift exchange?"
"Mhm. Who did you pull?" Craig blushed, looking at his feet.
"Well…that's the problem. I pulled Tweek. And…I really want to get him something special since…well, you know. We kinda…admitted our feelings to each other last night. I just…I really like him…and I want to show him that I want to be more than friends hopefully." Laura Tucker never would have imagined she'd be having boy talks with her son, but honestly, she's happy she is. She smiled at how much her son has grown, almost as if he matured even more overnight. She chuckled.
"Think about some memories you two have. What's the spending limit?"
"Thirty dollars." Laura thought a moment before grinning.
"Come upstairs with me." She led her son to her bedroom, prompting Craig to sit on her bed. She opened her closet door, pulling an old looking shoebox out that was overflowing with pictures.
"What's that?"
"These are old pictures from your childhood." Craig blinked, opening the box gently. He was afraid if he was too rough with it, it would break. He couldn't help but smile as he rummaged through some of the pictures. There was a nice mixture of Christmases, Halloweens, birthday parties, summer time pool parties, and other events that Craig remembers as he flipped through the photos. He froze as he stumbled across one from his tenth birthday party. The photo was taken late at night, well after the party simmered out. Clyde, Token, Jimmy, and Tweek were all sleeping over, and Laura or Thomas had snuck into Craig's room to take a picture of all of them. Clyde and Jimmy slept head to head on the floor, their pillows practically over lapping as their sleeping bags were pulled up to their chins. Jimmy laid on his stomach while Clyde was on his back, mouth open. Token was asleep in Craig's beanbag chair, a blanket draped haphazardly over his legs with his head lulled backwards into the chair. Craig and Tweek were sharing his bed, Tweek's arm hanging over the side of the bed and Craig's head resting on Tweek's back. Tweek was wearing Craig's chullo (which Craig never allowed anyone to do, but he refused to tell the guys who he had a crush on in Truth or Dare so he had to give Tweek his hat as punishment). The glow stars that Token had given him as a present were already hung on the ceiling, the now ripped up packaging on the floor along with the paper backing of the stars they peeled off. Craig felt a wave of nostalgia as he looked at the image.
"I…I remember this night." He whispered after a minute.
"I had never seen you so excited for a birthday party. It was NASA themed, just like the past three years. You were so excited to introduce us to these guys. This was the first time they came over and spent the night."
"Yeah…it still goes down as one of the best nights ever." He chuckled, a smile on his face.
"You could go to the mall and get this blown up and give it to Tweek. I'm sure he'll love it. He's a sentimental boy." Craig nodded, his eyes finally leaving the picture to look at his mom.
"Thanks mom." He gave her a big squeeze, another idea popping into his head as he started getting ready to drive to the mall. He didn't want to get Tweek just this one thing. He wanted to get him a surprise gift. A gift he could give him in private. He knew just the thing.
Every year, on the night of their Secret Santa, the guys dressed in their ugliest Christmas sweaters. Ever since sophomore year, they also brought eggnog to sip at (to Tweek's dismay). They try to make it the classiest evening of the year (as Clyde likes to call it). They always hold it at Token's house since he has the "fanciest" house of the bunch. Clyde will often bring cigars so they can puff on them around the fire place. Jimmy will bring Christmas records to listen to on Token's record player. Tweek will bring baked goods that didn't sell at the shop that day, and Craig is the one in charge of getting the said eggnog. His father always bought it for him as an "early Christmas gift" (adding in the obligatory "don't tell your mother" as he hands Craig the three bottles of eggnog). As Craig pulled up to Token's house with his gift and eggnog in hand, he notices that he's the last one to arrive. He walked into the Black residence, going to the living room.
"Jesus, he arrived!" Token yelled across the room.
"No, I'm Craig. Jesus arrives in two days!"
"That's Easter when Jesus comes back!" Clyde laughed, Craig shrugging as he set his gift under the tree. He was so excited for the gift exchange this year. He couldn't wait to see Tweek's reaction to the photo. It turned out beautiful and he even got it framed so it was all set and ready to go.
"P-p-pour me a c-cup of eggnog, C-Craig!" Jimmy shouted over his shoulder as he flipped the record over. Tweek was sitting in a chair by the fire, his legs hanging over the arm as he puffed on a cigar.
"What the fuck are you doing with a cigar?" Craig laughed, grinning as he poured everyone a glass of eggnog. Tweek grinned and shrug.
"I'm celebrating." He laughed.
"Did you get laid?!" Clyde grinned, yelping as Tweek kicked his shoulder.
"No, asshole! I…I committed to college today!" The guys all turned their heads to him, breaking out into cheers as Craig started passing out the eggnog.
"Dude, what?! Congrats!" Token slapped a hand on his shoulder.
"Where to?!" Clyde turned to face him, sipping at his eggnog and munching on a pastry that Tweek had brought.
"It's far," He huffed, taking a long pull on his cigar. "But I'm really excited."
"W-well s-s-spill it!" Tweek looked around, grinning wide
"Temple University in Philadelphia." Craig couldn't help but smile, but he felt his heart drop in his stomach. Fuck.
"Congrats, dude." He handed him a cup of eggnog with a smile, trying his best to hide how he really felt. It was selfish, but he didn't want Tweek to go so far away. Not now. Not when they had just admitted their true feelings for each other. Tweek didn't say anything, but he could see the flash of sadness on Craig's face. Tweek was hesitant at first to commit for the same reason, but he knew he couldn't let anybody hold him back. He's always wanted to go to a city. New York scared him because it was too complicated. When he went to Philly to visit Temple, he fell in love. He was a little worried due to the location (it was known for its robberies and other crimes), but when they went to Center City to get some lunch, he knew he had to come back to the city one day. He narrowed his list down to six possible schools, and when thinking about schools he could see himself at, he thought why don't I just go to school in the city? After handing out all the eggnog, Craig sat on the floor next to Tweek's chair, holding his hand out for the cigar. Tweek passed it to him, looking at him.
"You okay?" he whispered, biting his lip. Craig took a few puffs from the cigar, holding it between his fingers as he blew out the smoke. He bit his lip.
"I…will be. I…I really am happy for you, Tweek," He whispered back, smiling softly. "Don't worry about me, okay? I don't want to ruin your celebration." Tweek hummed, sipping at his eggnog.
"Well…maybe we could celebrate later." He grinned slowly, chuckling. Craig's cheeks turned a bright red, a grin forming on his face.
"Are you, sir, implying we do some…naughty thing?" he teased, passing the cigar back to Tweek after another puff. Tweek took a few puffs, blowing the smoke in Craig's face, making him cough.
"Mmm…perhaps."
"Quit flirting!" Clyde whined, throwing a pillow at Craig's face. He yelped, catching it before it flew into the fire.
"Nice one, Clyde." Token snickered, pouring himself another glass of eggnog.
"I was always bad at baseball."
"I-I was somehow a-a-always picked b-before you in middle s-school." Jimmy teased, causing Tweek to laugh.
"Shut up!" Clyde said, trying not to laugh. "Are we gonna exchange gifts or what?!"
"Fucking wait! I gotta grab the other cigar!" Token rushed off, the other guys grabbing their gifts to give while they waited and formed a circle. They continued to pass what was left of the cigar they already had until Token came back. He came rushing back in, handing Clyde an ash tray for the little bit of the other cigar that he had. He lit the fresh cigar, took a few puffs, and then sighed. "Okay, now we can begin. Who wants to go first?"
"Me! Mememememe!" Clyde raised his hand, causing Token to snicker.
"Alright buddy, go ahead."
"I got you!" He thrusted his gift to Token, causing him to gasp.
"Really?!" He grinned, handing his cigar to Tweek, who was leaning against Craig. Token carefully unwrapped the present, holding up a nice Yale sweatshirt.
"You haven't been sporting your new school, so I wanted to fix that!" Clyde was practically beaming, laughing as Token hugged him.
"Clyde, this is sick! Thanks, dude!" He set his opened gift aside, grabbing his gift to give from under the tree. "Might as well give you yours then." Clyde gasped.
"We got each other!" He was much quicker to open his gift, yelling with joy as he got a new video game he had been wanting. "YES! Token, oh my GOD thank you!" he leaned his head on Token's lap, holding the video game above his head.
"I'll go!" Tweek smiled, handing his present over to Jimmy.
"Y-yes! Tweek a-always gives g-g-great gifts," Tweek blushed, leaning back against Craig. He hummed as he felt his arm slip around his waist. Jimmy unwrapped the paper, a grin on his face as he gasped. It was the book on comedy history Tweek had thought about getting him. "I-I-I just saw this b-book the other day! T-Thanks, dude!"
"Oh wait, there's one more." He handed a long tube over to Jimmy, a mischievous smirk on his face. Jimmy unwrapped it and saw it was a poster. He tore the plastic off and grinned.
"F-fuck yes, gentlemen!" He turned it around and it was a poster of a model, all of them cheering.
"You're gonna put googly eyes on her?!" Token laughed.
"O-of course! S-She's going up with a-a-all the other googly eyed b-bitches on my wall! Th-thanks, Tweek!" He rolled the poster back up, handing his present over to Craig. "Here you g-go, bud!" Craig smiled, taking the gift and ripping off the paper. He opened the box and he burst out laughing as he tugged out a NASA sweatshirt and a box of condoms.
"Thanks Jimmy." He laughed, tugging his ugly sweater off to pull the sweatshirt on. He put his ugly sweater in the box with the condoms and set them aside.
"F-figured a-a-a little celebration f-for your coming out." He chuckled. Craig blushed, realizing he was next.
"Here, Tweek." He said with a smile, placing the gift in his lap. Tweek blushed and smiled, opening the gift with delicate fingers. When he tugged the paper to reveal the image beneath it, he froze, a small smile forming on his face. He ran his fingers over their faces, sniffling a bit.
"Fuck," He whispered, wiping his eyes. "Craig, f-fuck you, I'm kind of drunk." He laughed, turning the image to show the other guys. They all gasped, crawling over to look at the image.
"Jesus, Craig." Clyde whispered after a moment, leaning back to wipe his eyes.
"I-I-I remember th-that day." Jimmy mumbled, smiling as he sat back.
"Guys…I…fuck you, Craig, for getting us all emotional. But…guys, is this our last Secret Santa?" Token whispered, looking between them all. Craig hummed a bit, closing his eyes.
"No way," he whispered, opening his eyes to look at them all. "We're bonded forever, dudes. No amount of distance will break the friendship we have." Clyde sniffled, looking up.
"I-I love you guys. I really do."
"C'mere." Craig opened his arms, all of them piling in.
"Merry Christmas, guys." Tweek said with a smile, causing Clyde and Token to kiss his cheek.
"Merry Christmas!"
Craig had stopped drinking about three hours before he left with Tweek. He planned on spending the night with Tweek, but he didn't want Tweek to drive home since he drank more than Craig. Tweek wasn't drunk, but he was a little tipsy still. As they said their goodnights, Craig took Tweek's hand as they walked to his car, their gifts in their open hand.
"Your gift is so thoughtful." Tweek said, his gaze downward on the picture frame in his hand.
"I'm gonna be honest…it was my mom's idea," Tweek let out a laugh as they got to Craig's car, opening the back door to put his picture inside. "But…this one was all my idea." He blinked as Craig held out another gift to him as they sat in the car, his cheeks flushing.
"Craig, you didn't-"
"Hey…just…listen a moment…," Tweek blinked, but nodded. "I…when you said you committed to Temple I…I was so excited for you! I really am! I just…Tweek, I want to be more than friends, okay? I really, really like you. If this lasts for a week, fine, it was fun for a week. But I want to try this. I do. If you don't want to…that's okay, too. But I got this for you to show you that I really care about you, and even if you don't want to go any further than we already have, you'll at least always have this." He smiled at Tweek, giving his knee a squeeze. Tweek blushed and smiled a bit, nodding. He slowly unwrapped the gift, feeling his heart stop as he saw it. It was another picture, but it was the picture Craig took of Tweek that morning after Bebe's party on his phone while he was severely hung over.
"Craig…"
"I never sent this to the guys," Tweek looked up at him. "I wanted it for myself. I just…fuck, I was so smitten that morning with you! You just looked so beautiful and I want you to have this as a reminder of the day I unknowingly became yours." Tweek swallowed hard, a smile forming on his lips. He set the photo in the back with the other picture, grabbing Craig's face as he turned back around.
"Thank you," He whispered, pressing his lips to his. The mixture of cigar and eggnog was not pretty (they had to stop kissing after putting flavors that don't mix into their mouths), but Tweek needed Craig to know he wanted this, too. He wrapped his arms around Craig's neck, leaning over the center console of his car to whisper in his ear. "Why don't you take me home and we can really celebrate?" Tweek held one of the condoms Jimmy gave Craig up between his fingers, a smirk on his lips as he looked at Craig. Craig growled low in his throat.
"If that's what you want."
"Merry Christmas to us."
1:33 am
Tricia.
Tricia.
Tricia.
Tricia.
1:35 am
What Craig
1:36 am
I got news
1:36 am
Can't it wait till morning? I'm trying to sleep
1:37 am
No, you're not, brat. You're up watching makeup tutorials on YouTube
1:40 am
Yes, and I'm trying to perfect my look for Christmas Eve later today.
What can't wait, asshole?
1:42 am
Remember when you said I haven't gotten laid yet? And you and mom teased me at breakfast this morning?
1:43 am
CRAIG!
Why are you TELLING ME THIS?
I'm too young!
Too innocent! :(((((
1:45 am
Shut up!
You and I both know you fooled around with Ike Brovlovski at your eighth-grade graduation.
1:46 am
We made out underneath the bleachers and he grabbed my tits and I might have touched his dick.
1:46 am
WAIT WHAT?
TRICIA!
TRICIA ANSWER ME!
YOU DIDN'T TELL ME THIS YOU JUST SAID YOU KISSED!
1:55 am
Tricia, I swear to God
1:56 am
SORRY! I made a midnight snack!
1:58 am
It's fucking two o'clock in the morning!
We'll talk about the Brovlovski situation another time.
Back to the reason why I texted you
So, I haven't gotten laid
1:59 am
So, I've still gone farther than you?
LAAAAAAME!
I wanted some news!
This was lame. You've wasted a half an hour of precious make up tutorial time.
2:05 am
Craig
Craig
Craigory
2:15 am
Craig where the fuck did you go I know you don't sleep until like 3 am on weekends
2:30 am
Craig, I'm serious are you okay? I'm kinda getting worried
2:30 am
You know how I said I haven't gotten laid?
I forgot to add the word "yet".
So, it should've read: "I haven't gotten laid…yet."
2:33 am
Craig
Craig what
What the fuck
CRAIGORY
2:40 am
Good night, Tricia! ;)
Craigory has to wake up early so he can get laID AGAIN! :)))))))
2:43 am
Tell Tweek I said hello
8:30 am
He says good morning and to not tell mom and dad. (DON'T FUCKING TELL MOM AND DAD, PLEASE AND THANK YOU, TRICIA!) See you in a few hours, love you ❤