NOTE: Slight warning for talks of sex!

The following two weeks leading up to Tweek's competition were agonizing. Tweek just wanted to day to come so he could perform and win already (yes, he was that confident in winning). Another routine was made between the boys (and again, they never quite called it a routine), Craig having practice Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and work on Thursday and Sunday nights. Tweek would skate on all of those days, needing every bit of rehearsal for his routine. He finally finalized the routine he wanted, but he never used the actual song he was going to use for the competition. It was four days before the big day, and Tweek desperately wanted another person's opinion (not that he didn't trust Craig, but he's seen Tweek perform the same routine for over a week now). While Craig was at work on Thursday, Tweek took it upon himself to go to the Tucker household. He knocked lightly on the door, Thomas answering a few seconds later. He blinked, surprised to see Tweek.

"Oh! Hello Tweek. Craig's-"

"I'm-I'm actually here for you…and Mrs. Tucker and Tricia." Thomas blinked, chuckling a bit.

"Well…that's a surprise. Come on in!" Tweek nodded, walking straight to the kitchen where Laura was prepping for dinner and Tricia was doing her homework. Laura smiled as she looked up.

"Well, hello handsome! And what do we owe the pleasure?" Tweek sat next to Tricia, biting the inside of his cheek.

"I know this is last minute, but what are all of you doing around the time Craig gets off work?" Thomas walked in, pouring himself a cup of coffee and then pouring one for Tweek. He gave a small nod as a thank you. They all looked at each other for a moment.

"Well…probably nothing. Why?" Laura responded, her brow furrowed (which made her look a lot like Craig).

"Well…my competition is on Sunday and I…really wanted to get another opinion on my routine. My parents have seen it countless times, and same with Craig! I trust their opinions, but Craig also hasn't seen my routine with the correct song." Thomas furrowed his brows now (which, also, reminded Tweek of Craig).

"Why haven't you used the song?" Tweek blushed, smiling.

"I…chose it because it reminded me of him. This song always has…and I wanted him to be surprised at the competition on Sunday." Laura smiled slowly, humming.

"There's a particular 80's song that reminds me of my son. I'm interested to see if it's the same song." Tweek looked down at his hands.

"I have a feeling it is."

Craig was bored out of his mind at work. He spent most of it talking to Kenny, his mind racing about this upcoming weekend. He was leaving Saturday night with the Tweak's to drive three hours to Denver. He was nervous for Tweek, knowing how badly he wanted to win. It wasn't that Craig didn't believe in his boyfriend, he just hasn't seen any of the other performers.

"Hey, spaceman, where'd you go?" Kenny shook his shoulder, snapping Craig back into reality.

"Shit, sorry, just-"

"Thinking?" Craig nodded slowly, letting out a huff. "What are you thinking about?" Craig couldn't say anything about Tweek's skating. He wasn't going to betray him like that.

"I have something I'm going to this weekend and I'm nervous for it." Kenny hummed, holding his hand out for a cigarette. Craig passed one to him along with the lighter, listening to the lighter flick to life.

"Why are you nervous?"

"It's for someone important to me."

"Is it for Tweek?" Craig bit his lip.

"Yeah…but I'm not at the liberty to spill any details about it." Kenny blinked, taking a draw from the cigarette.

"So Tweek's got some secrets?" Craig grunted.

"I mean…yeah. I'm not going to be the one spill it. I wouldn't do that to him." Kenny held his hands up in defense.

"Didn't say you would!" As the crowd slowly started to trickle out, Kenny walked to the parking lot to start picking up any trash. He blinked, seeing Tweek get out of the car with Craig's family.

"Oh! Kenny! You're here too! Perfect!" Tweek practically squealed, rushing past him to the rink with a bag in hand. He furrowed his brows, taking the cigarette out of his mouth as he turned to the Tucker's.

"What-"

"Come on, kid." Thomas laughed, clapping a hand on his shoulder as he directed him over to the rink. Craig blinked, seeing Tweek rushing over to him.

"Oh, hey! Y-You're early!" He choked out as Tweek practically crushed his chest with his embrace. Tweek looked up at him.

"I need you to leave." Craig's mouth fell open.

"What?!"

"I need to perform a few times with the actual song! Time is running out!" Craig looked up, seeing his family and…Kenny? He looked back down at Tweek.

"Wait, why do I need to leave?!"

"Because, dumbass, the song is a surprise!" Craig groaned.

"Tweek, come on!" Laura and Tricia were behind Craig now, shoving him to the parking lot.

"Go! Go on and get something to eat and we'll call you when it's safe to come back!" Laura laughed, Tricia giggling next to her as they shoved Craig all the way to his car. Craig rolled his eyes and flipped them off, getting in his car before driving off.

"Can…can someone explain what's going on?!" Kenny finally said, smashing his cigarette with his foot. Tweek held the bag in his hands up, reaching in and pulling one of his skates out. Kenny's eyes widened.

"What-"

"Figure skater, Ken." Kenny blinked, a grin crawling across his face.

"Sweet."

"I have a competition this weekend and Craig has been letting me use the ice after hours to practice my routine."

"So that's why the ice looks fucked up every time I come to work?!" Tweek blushed, shrugging with an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, Ken." Kenny snorted and grinned, plopping onto the bleachers with the Tucker's. Tweek quickly laced his skates up.

"Tricia!" He called out, the youngest Tucker getting up and rushing over.

"What's up?" Tweek set his phone up with the speaker system.

"Can you just hit play when I tell you to?" She grinned, nodding.

"Yeah sure!" She breathed out, excited about her important job. Tweek skated out to the middle of the ice, taking a deep breath. He looked at Tricia, giving her a nod. She nodded back, pressing play on his phone. It took everything in Laura Tucker's power not to burst into tears as the lyrics hit her ears, her eyes fluttering shut. Tweek had managed to pick the one song that always reminded her of Craig, and she's glad someone else thinks the song reminded them of Craig. She opened her eyes back up, watching in awe as Tweek performed for them. Thomas reached out and gave his wife's hand a squeeze.

"He chose your song." He whispered, kissing her temple.

"Yeah…just goes to show you this song reminds others of Craig." Thomas chuckled softly, wrapping an arm around her.

"This kid is special. And…really good for and to Craig." Laura leaned into her husband's embrace.

"I agree, sweetheart." As Tweek finished his routine, they all stood, clapping for him and Kenny and Tricia cheering. They walked down to the edge of the rink, Tweek skating over.

"Dude, what the hell that was amazing!" Kenny yelled, throwing his arms around Tweek's neck. Tweek let out a laugh, hugging him back. He hugged Tricia too, blushing as he pulled away and made eye contact with Laura. She wiped her cheeks, placing a hand on Tweek's cheek and running her thumb over it.

"You managed to choose the one song…" Tweek smiled slowly, sniffling a bit.

"Well…i-it does really remind me of Craig. It-It always has. Since we were little." Laura laughed softly.

"That song played on the radio when we brought him home from the hospital. I d-didn't realize at the time how true it would be," Tweek smiled wider, blushing as she pulled him into a tight hug after kissing his cheek. "You're going to kick ass this weekend."

Tweek rehearsed a few more times that night to finalize anything else. He spent all of the next night packing, listening to his performance song over and over again as he went through his routine in his head. There was a light knock on the door, Mary poking her head in.

"Hello sweetheart." She said with a smiled, not fully walking into the room yet.

"Hey ma!" Tweek shouted from his closet, rummaging around for his performance outfit.

"Looking for this?" Tweek whipped around, grinning widely as his mom held up his performance outfit, but she had added some new details to it.

"Mom, when did you have time for this?!" He said, rushing over to touch the outfit.

"At night before bed! I grabbed it earlier this month while you were out to start adding to it. I thought it would be nice since this is so important." Tweek tossed his arms around his mom, smiling into her neck.

"Thanks, mom." He whispered, closing his eyes. Mary hummed, rubbing her hand up and down Tweek's back.

"I am so proud of you." Tweek pulled away to look at her, blushing.

"You always say that."

"But it's true," She put a hand on Tweek's cheek. "When you were five and begging to do figure skating, your father and I weren't expecting all of…this! We weren't expecting all of the championships and-and awards! You…you're incredible and I'm so proud of how far you've come." Tweek smiled softly, placing his hand over his mom's.

"I have you guys to thank, you know. You didn't have to let me do this. Instead…you supported me through it all. And…it means a lot." Mary smiled at her son, kissing his nose.

"I'll let you finish up so you can sleep. And I do mean sleep, Tweek. You need all the rest you can." Tweek snorted, taking the outfit from his mom.

"I know."

"Oh! And tell Craig we'll come get him around ten tomorrow morning." Tweek nodded, calling out good night to his mother as she left. He quickly finished packing before getting ready for bed, dialing Craig's number as he crawled into bed. After four rings, he smiled at the sound of his voice.

"Are your ears burning? I was just about to call you." Tweek let out a laugh.

"I just finished getting ready for bed and wanted to let you know we're going to pick you up at ten."

"Ooo I get to sleep in a little bit."

"What time are you going to wake up."

"Nine fifty."

"Craig!" There was a snort on the other end.

"I'm teasing. Eighty thirty probably."

"You're an ass." Tweek laughed, rolling over to look out the window by his bed. The moon was really bright.

"Have you seen the moon tonight?" Craig whispered after a moment.

"I'm looking at it now," Tweek whispered back. He bit his lip. "I'm scared."

"Why are you scared?"

"I'm scared I'll lose…"

"Well…there's always going to be the possibility of losing, Tweek…but you worked hard. You worked your ass off over the past month to get this right. You worked your hardest and that's all you can really do at this point. You know you worked hard, so don't beat yourself up, okay? I'm proud of you." Tweek felt his heart flutter at his boyfriend's words.

"You…always know just what to say."

"I have that power." Tweek snickered.

"You're also the guy that got drunk and cried at the ending of Peter Pan."

"That fucking ending is sad! Fuck Clyde for making us watch that movie last weekend!"

"I love that movie!"

"Yeah, I do too! Not when I'm drunk!" Tweek laughed, rolling onto his back.

"You're crazy." Tweek could practically see the mischievous grin on Craig's face from his house.

"That might be so, but I'm…crazy…for you." Tweek shot up in his bed, looking out the window again.

"You know, I can just see the tip of your chimney three blocks down, and just know I am glaring at your chimney." Craig laughed into the phone.

"What you don't like my comment?!"

"I absolutely hate it." Tweek said despite the big grin on his face.

"That's not a very nice thing to say."

"I don't care at this point. I'm tired and now I'm angry my boyfriend had the audacity to say that to me." Craig snorted.

"I'll let you go to sleep."

"Oh alright. Good night, NASA."

"Good night, Tweek. Love you." The call dropped before Tweek could say anything, frozen in his spot on the bed. His heart was hammering in his chest. Did he really say that? Was it…was it in my head? Tweek laid back down slowly, plugging his phone in. He laid staring at the ceiling, a goofy grin on his face.

"He…loves me."

Three blocks down, Craig Tucker was laying on his back, a similar goofy grin on his face as he ran the words through his mind over and over again until he fell asleep.

Craig's alarm woke him at eight thirty (like he said to Tweek) and he rolled over to turn it off. He let out a huff, getting up slowly out of his toasty warm bed. He made his way down the hall, hopping into the shower. About three minutes into his shower, he heard the door open.

"Craig, I have a question." It was Tricia. He poked his head out from behind the curtain, wiping the water off his face.

"Can't it wait?"

"No, I need to ask this before you leave." She was sitting on the counter of the sink. He let out a sigh, looking at her.

"Okay fine."

"So…I uh…so Ike and I have sort of been dating…"

"How long?" She bit her lip.

"Almost…six months." Craig's eyes widened.

"What?!"

"Shh!" She slammed a hand over his mouth. "Shut up!" She pulled her hand away slowly.

"Why haven't you told us?"

"I just…we wanted it to be a secret. Sheila wants Ike to date a Jewish girl."

"Kyle isn't dating a Jewish girl." Tricia blinked.

"What?"

"He's dating Heidi Turner." Craig tugged the curtain back into place, continuing his shower routine.

"Since when?!"

"New Year's."

"Sheila thinks he's dating some Jewish girl." Craig blinked. Smart move, Kyle.

"Why do you say that?"

"Ike told me. Sheila wants them both to date Jewish girls," She bit her lip. "But…it's been nice because I can hang out in his room with him and not be questioned about it." Craig snickered.

"What are you and Ike Broflovski possibly-"

"Craig, I've done it all except for sex." Craig yelled out in pain as he dropped the conditioner bottle on his foot, flinging the curtain aside again to poke his head out.

"What the fuck does that mean?!" He hissed through his teeth. Tricia glared at him.

"You know exactly what it means!" She hissed back in a hushed tone.

"So, what are you asking me?! What-"

"I wanna have sex with Ike." Craig blinked, staring at his sister.

"Tricia…"

"I know…I'm fifteen…but I'll be sixteen next month and-and we were going to do it then since his birthday is right before mine." Craig sighed, tugging the curtain back so he could wash off.

"Tricia, you realize it's a really special thing."

"You had sex."

"Yeah, I did. I'm also eighteen and there's no risk of pregnancy with me."

"You're bi."

"Okay, smartass! But as of now there are no pregnancy risks because I'm dating a guy!" Tricia snorted.

"I know. I'd obviously be smart about it. I just…I love him." Craig froze after turning the water off, closing his eyes. He stuck his hand through the curtain, Tricia handing him his towel.

"Tricia…I obviously can't stop you," He started drying off. "And I don't want to stop you. I think it's great you feel close enough to Ike to want to have sex with him…just," He wrapped his towel around his waist, opening the curtain. "Use a condom. Don't be stupid. And as much as you don't want to…maybe talk to mom about birth control." She bit her lip, nodding slowly.

"Does it hurt?" Craig stopped a moment, thinking.

"Well…I can't say anything about it, but…it depends," Tricia's face scrunched up as she realized what Craig's words meant. "From what I used to read online, it can hurt. But…it typically shouldn't." He filled the sink with hot water, smoothing shaving cream over his face.

"You…top?"

"That's what you got out of that conversation?"

"I always thought you'd want to bottom." Craig snapped his head to her.

"What the fuck makes you say that?!" Tricia let out a laugh.

"I don't know." She laughed, looking over at Craig.

"You're so fucking weird." He laughed softly, starting to shave.

"Hey…this is random, but can I send a picture of you on Snapchat to my friends?" Craig furrowed his brows, turning slightly to look at her.

"Why Tricia?"

"They all think you're hot and I like rubbing it in their face that you're my brother." He snorted.

"You brag about me?"

"Well…yeah. I love you and you're a good brother and I'm just…lucky." Craig blinked, a slight blush forming on his cheeks.

"Where the fuck is this coming from?" She shrugged, laughing softly.

"Just shut up and shave you're running behind," Craig snorted, acting natural as she took a picture of him and sent it to all her friends with the caption "Saturday bonding time!" As Craig finished up with his shaving, Tricia snickered next to him as he wiped his face off and cleaned out the sink. "I now have twenty snapchats from my friends and I can guarantee they're all freaking out."

"Well, open them!" Craig laughed, leaning over her shoulder. Sure enough, to Tricia's knowledge, all of them were of fifteen-year-old girls literally screaming over Craig. Craig snorted as they finished up the last one, going back to his room. Tricia grabbed his arm before he went into his room, tugging him into a hug.

"Thanks Craig." She whispered, Craig kissing the top of her head.

"Welcome, Tric." She walked down the hall to her room.

"Remind me to never hug you again when you're only in a towel!"

"Why?" She turned around, her cheeks a bright red.

"Cause I can feel your dick!" Craig let out a laugh as her door closed.

The Tweak's pulled up at ten o'clock, Craig saying goodbye to his family before getting into the car. The ride to Denver was uneventful, small conversation filling the car most of the way there. Their first day in Denver was nice, the four of them taking time to explore the city. Craig had only been to Denver a few times for a hockey tournament, but he never really got to explore the city. They checked into their hotel around three o'clock after exploring the city for a few hours, all of them laying down for a nap. They had two rooms across the hall from each other, Richard and Mary in one while Tweek and Craig were in the other. At around six, they woke up and went downstairs to get dinner. Lying in bed later that evening, Tweek looked at Craig, his hands shaky.

"I'm getting really nervous." He whispered, Craig turning to look at him.

"You shouldn't be." He whispered back, pushing the hair out of Tweek's face.

"I just…really…really want this." Craig chuckled, tugging him closer.

"I believe in you…we all do."

When Tweek woke up in the morning, his stomach was twisting. As they ate breakfast, he felt sick. On their way to the rink, he felt sick. Craig could see how nervous Tweek looked, reaching out and grabbing his hand as they pulled into the rink. It was a big enclosed professional hockey rink that was being used for the competition. Tweek had performed here before, but a very long time ago. He left out a shaky breath as they walked in. He looked at his parents and Craig.

"I'm uh…gonna go sign in." They gave a nod, Craig looking around at the area around him. There were multiple families and a lot of girls (pretty girls). He walked over to a vending machine nearby, putting a few dollars in. He saw a girl lean against the vending machine.

"Well, I've never seen you here before." The girl practically purred, making Craig blush.

"Yeah. First time here."

"A new comer? You skate?"

"Not figure skating. Hockey." The girl grinned slowly, watching the way Craig's body moved as he bent to grab his soda.

"Hockey huh?" Craig blinked as she ran a hand over his chest. "I can see that. You have nice legs as well," She leaned closer to Craig. "I'd love to see what they looked like." Craig swallowed hard, not used to some girl being so…straight forward with him.

"I uh…I'm here with somebody, actually." She frowned, tangling a hand into his hair, which made Craig's face scrunch up a bit.

"Oh, what a shame we would've had so much fun together. She's a very lucky gal." She purred.

"A-Actually, uh-"

"Hey Molly." Craig froze, turning around to see Tweek. There was that look in his eye again: ferocity. She hummed, smirking at Tweek.

"Hey twinkle toes." Tweek grunted.

"What are you doing?" She hummed, stepping even closer to Craig (Craig wasn't sure how that was possible at this point).

"Just trying to get this cutie here to come with me, but he says he's with someone! Isn't that a shame, Tweek?" It took every power in Tweek not to burst out laughing.

"Oh yeah, a total shame." Craig bit his lip to keep from grinning.

"I might have to find this girl and pay her off for this handsome piece of ass." She purred, laying her head on Craig's chest. Craig shot a look at Tweek.

"Hey Tweek." Molly's head snapped up, looking at Craig.

"Hey babe." Tweek purred, Molly's eyes going wide as she stepped back. Tweek wrapped his arms around Craig, leaning up to kiss him gently.

"What?!" Tweek looked at her.

"Oh, you didn't hear? He's taken." Tweek hissed, grabbing Craig's hand and tugging him away.

"Bye Molly! Nice meeting you…I guess?!" Craig called out, the girl still standing in the same place. Her face as almost as red as her outfit. Tweek took a deep breath in, looking up at Craig once they were far enough away from Molly Gerwin.

"What did she want?" He hissed, the furious look back in his eyes.

"Me, apparently."

"What did she ask you?"

"It was all about me."

"Nothing about my routine?"

"She didn't know we knew each other." Tweek hummed slowly, letting out a breath.

"Okay…okay." Tweek turned to walk away, Craig grabbing his wrist.

"Hey, whoa, what's up?"

"That's the Molly I was telling you about. The bitch that somehow beat me by four points my last competition. She's manipulative, rich, and uses that power over other people. I'd…stay away from her from now on…she knows your face." Craig blinked, following Tweek as he walked away. About twenty minutes later, Tweek had to go change and wait to perform, kissing his parents and Craig goodbye. Craig and the Tweak's made their way to their seats, Craig bouncing his leg the more time he spent sitting. Now he was getting nervous. He sent a quick group text to the chat he had with the guys (Tweek had requested he texted them about the performance, finally ready to tell them), telling them to tune in to channel 12. When asked why, he simply responded,

Do it for Tweek. You'll see soon enough.

About an hour and a half later, Molly was performing, and although he'd never say it to Tweek, she was really good. Mary leaned over to Craig.

"You alright, sweetie?" Craig looked at her.

"I just…he's worked so hard…" Mary hummed, placing a hand on Craig's bouncing leg to stop him.

"He's going to be fine." She whispered, causing Craig to release a breath he didn't notice he was holding. As Molly skated off, his heart started to hammer as he saw Tweek skate out. Holy shit. Tweek looked stunning. His performance outfit was a pretty silver color that faded into white to match his skates. It had red jewels on it to line his hips and blue jewels around the collar of the leotard. His lips were painted a pretty shade of red and glitter trailed up his cheekbones all the way to his temples. He grabbed Mary's hand, giving it a tight squeeze. He could feel his phone buzzing in his pocket, knowing it was the guys. He wasn't going to look until after. He wasn't missing any of this. The announcer's voice began to echo through the rink

"Now performing is our thirteenth performer of the sixteen to eighteen-year-old division: Tweek Tweak! He's from South Park, Colorado and a ten-time state champion. He has multiple awards in figure skating. In the fall, Mr. Tweak will be attending Temple University in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. He dedicates this performance to his parents for their support, and to…NASA?" Tweek grinned on the ice as the announcer read it, Craig knowing full well that NASA was him. Okay. He's number thirteen. That's my lucky number. He has to win now…right? Craig thought as Tweek took his spot on the middle of the ice, getting in his starting stance. The music hit Craig's ears, his eyes widening as he slowly sat up more in his chair.

She packed my bags last night pre-flight
Zero hour nine AM
And I'm gonna be high as a kite by then

Craig couldn't believe it. Rocket Man by Elton John had been his song for years. It's his all-time favorite song and he couldn't believe that Tweek was here performing to it. He couldn't even clap for his boyfriend when everyone else did, his shoulder shaking as he tried not to cry. He swallowed hard, a grin crawling across his face.

And I think it's gonna be a long long time
'Till touch down brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no I'm a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone

His phone was blowing up in his pocket, but his eyes were transfixed on Tweek and only Tweek. He looked so good out on the ice. So graceful. So professional. He looked like a winner. Craig watched as Tweek skated to one end of the rink, knowing full well what he was about to do. Come on, Tweek. He thought, gripping Mary's hand harder. He held his breath as Tweek jumped, twisting. One, two, three. Craig thought, biting his lip as Tweek landed and immediately jumped up again. Everything felt like it was in slow motion, all the blood in his body pounding in his ears. One, two…THREE! Craig's hands went to his hair, a grin on his face. He could see the grin on Tweek's face as he landed on one leg, cheering with the rest of the crowd finally.

"YES!" He shouted, covering his mouth quickly with his hands. He looked at Mary, who was grinning at him. She laughed softly, wrapping an arm around him. Craig's chest swelled with pride, a grin on his face for the rest of his performance. As Tweek finished up his routine, standing in his final pose, Craig shot up and ran to the edge of the rink, Tweek having a huge grin on his face as he skated over to Craig as the applause started. Craig cupped his face in his hands, tears of pure joy fall down his cheeks. "Are you fucking kidding me?! That was incredible!" He breathed out, tossing his arms around Tweek. Tweek laughed into his shoulder, gripping at his back. He pulled back to look at him.

"I-I hope the song was a surprise."

"You fucking suck you know I love that song."

"It reminds me of you…you're my rocket man." Craig grinned.

"I love you." He breathed out, Tweek grinning up at Craig. He kissed him lightly pulling away as he giggled softly.

"I love you, too."

Tweek froze as he heard they were getting ready to announce his score, slowly turning around to look up at the screens that hung above the middle of the rink. He watched the scores tally up, grinning slowly as he saw it rocket past Molly's score. 9.8. Tweek's hand covered his mouth, turning to Craig.

"It's out of ten!" He hissed, Craig's eyes widening.

"Look at you fucking go." He whispered, Tweek kissing his cheek before having to skate off. Craig went back up to sit with Mary and Richard, Mary having happy tears on her cheeks.

"He's in the lead." She whispered, Craig wrapping an arm around her.

"He's got this."

Tweek did, in fact, have this. The next closest score to his was a 9.1, which kept him comfortably in first place. After the final performer, he let himself become emotional. He did it. After months of hard work, he did it! Molly came in third with an 8.7, some other girl coming in second with her 9.1 score, and Tweek in first with his 9.8. They all skated out to the little pedestals that were set up for them to stand on, Tweek happily taking his place on the first pedestal. He could feel Molly's eyes burning into him, but he didn't care. Tweek Tweak had another championship under his belt, and this time, he got ten thousand dollars for it. He couldn't help but snort as he was handed a literal briefcase with the money in it and flowers, bending over to have a wreath place on his head. He stood back up, grinning as he saw Craig and his parents. He waved to them, laughing softly as he saw them cheer for him. Tweek Tweak was on top of the world. He was in space. And it would be a long, long time before he came back down.

NOTE: Wowie it finally happened! The competition was so fun (but difficult) to write because I have no idea how it's suppose to actually go. I did some research though and did my best! I also listened to Rocket Man an ungodly amount of times as I wrote this. Thanks for reading, and, as always, feedback is appreciated! (Also: If you have never heard Rocket Man by Elton John, please go ahead and listen to it because it's one of my all time favorite songs and I think of Craig whenever I hear it now)