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Craig kept his word to Cartman, answering a few of his calls when he called him panicking. He was just happy he was somewhat able to tame the beast and find a solution to the darkness that shrouded the high school for so many years. It was almost April and their time together was quickly starting to draw to a close, so it was Token who decided to bring up the subject of senior week at lunch one day.

"So…any ideas for senior week?" It was a good start.

"Shouldn't we have planned this, like…in December when we all started hanging out?" Stan replied. He had a point. They don't live near any beaches and it would be way too expensive to rent a house and have to fly to the state they'd be in. Token raised his finger.

"But that is where I come in." They all looked at him, brows furrowed.

"W-well go-go on." Jimmy stammered.

"My parents said they'll let us use our vacation house in California. We just have to pay for the flight there." Everyone looked at each other, the decision obviously yes.

"I mean, how the fuck could we say no?!" Kyle laughed, a grin on his face.

"Well, how much is it?!" Bebe was practically bouncing in her seat.

"A roundtrip is about four hundred dollars." They all nodded slowly.

"That…isn't too bad." Kenny murmured, sipping at his drink.

"We just…have to work hard. Maybe we can ask our parents to book our flights and then we'll just pay them back sine we should be booking them now." Craig said, looking at them all as he spoke. Everyone agreed, grins on their faces. Now that that was out of the way, Token moved onto the next topic: prom.

"Okay…what about prom? How are we getting there?" Clyde groaned.

"Jesus, I feel like I'm in a business meeting, dude!"

"Well, this is shit that needs to be done! I don't see you planning it!" Tweek sucked in a sharp breath of air.

"Ooo. He's got you there, Clyde." He patted his arm, grinning at him.

"Well, what were you thinking?" Wendy asked, ignoring Clyde.

"We could all chip in for like a party bus type thing. It's a little cheaper than a limo and then that way it's a little more spacious as well."

"Damn, Token, you got some good ideas." Stan laughed.

"I pride myself off of them." He said, a cheeky grin on his face.

"And how much is that?"

"Split between us all, it's only about fifteen to twenty dollars per person." Kenny slammed his hand down on the table.

"Sold! That's the kind of shit I can afford!" Tweek let out a laugh, leaning into Craig.

"Okay, now that that's out of the way," Wendy started, looking between Heidi, Bebe and Tweek. She grinned. "When are you boys gonna ask us to prom?" They all blinked.

"We have to do that?!" Stan groaned, dropping his head into his hands.

"It's the principle of it all!" Bebe whined, looking at Clyde.

"We're already dating!" Craig said, looking at Tweek, who was pouting up at him.

"Come on! It's fun!" Heidi chimed, grabbing Kyle's arm.

"Yeah, for you guys, but not for us!" Kyle laughed. "It can be expensive to get the damn supplies!"

"You don't even have to pay for anything! Be creative!" Wendy teased, ruffling Stan's hair. Kenny leaned on his hands, a grin on his face.

"I'm gonna ask Butters."

"Stotch?" Craig furrowed his brows.

"What other Butters do you know, Tucker?" Craig shrugged after a moment.

"Good point. But…why?"

"Oh…ya'll didn't hear?" They furrowed their brows. "I'm pansexual." They all blinked, Tweek being the first to speak.

"What?! Dude! Congrats!" He leaned across the table, kissing his cheek. Bebe gave him a hug, Stan gave him a pat on the back, and so on. Craig took a moment to look around. How he found such a supportive group of friends, he isn't sure. But damn, he's so happy he did.

Three weeks have passed and prom was quickly approaching. There were only two more weeks until the big day and Craig has still yet to ask Tweek to prom. He was trying to not let it bother him, but it kind of was at this point. He's watched Heidi, Bebe, and Wendy all get asked. Hell, he watched Kenny ask Butters, Jimmy ask Leslie, and Token ask Nichole, and his boyfriend still hasn't asked him! They already had their tuxes and their boutonnieres were ordered last week, but he just really wanted to be asked. He chewed at the inside of his cheek as he walked with Clyde and Bebe into lunch that day, Bebe stopping suddenly before they got to their table.

"Hey…can we try sitting somewhere different?" She asked, looking at the two boys with her. We've been sitting at the same lunch table for four years. Why change it with a month left?!

"Sure! I don't see why not," Tweek blinked at Clyde's response, going to protest when they were already walking to a table in the corner of the room. Where is everyone else? They're normally here already. I know they're all here today…Tweek went to sit on the edge, but Clyde hummed. "Here, scooch into the corner, Tweek."

"What? Why?"

"I don't feel well today and want to sit on the end." Tweek sucked in a deep breath, letting it go once he was settled in the corner. He hated this seat. His back was to the wall and he hated how cramped he felt. There was about fifteen minutes of lunch left and no one else had showed up.

"Where…where the fuck is everyone?" He finally asked, watching Bebe and Clyde look at each other.

"I think…they had a project to work on." Bebe said, Clyde nodding.

"Yeah-yeah Stan mentioned something about that." Tweek frowned.

"Guys, what's going on?" He saw a look of panic cross Clyde's face.

"N-Nothing! You know, it's getting close to the end of the year and-and we're starting to wrap things up!" Yeah, uh huh. Likely story, Donovan. Tweek blinked as he saw the doors open at the other end of the cafeteria, Wendy walking out to the little stage they have for announcements. She tapped on the microphone, clearing her throat.

"Hello everybody, and I hope you're enjoying your day so far! We have a little special treat for us today as we have a little musical performance for us, so just sit back and relax and enjoy!" Everyone looked around in confusion, but they were happy to watch some form of entertainment. Tweek blinked, watching all his friends walk out onto the stage. What the fuck? He covered his mouth with his hands as they all started singing the ending song the staff sings at the talent show in Dirty Dancing. His cheeks turned a dark red, the pieces of the puzzle starting to form in his head. They're singing the Kellerman's song. I'm in a corner. I'm with Clyde and Bebe on either side of me. So that means- As if on cue, the doors against the opposite wall from him flung open, Craig walking in. He wore a black short sleeve button up dress shirt, black jeans, and black converse. Sunglasses sat on his face, Tweek ignoring the giggles and squeals of some of the girls. Craig took a moment to walk around, eventually making his way over to their table. Tweek couldn't help but grin at how handsome he looked, the top two buttons on his shirt open (he saw the top of his tattoo peeking out). Craig looked at Tweek, before looking at Clyde after tossing his sunglasses to him.

"Nobody puts Baby in a corner."

"Craig, oh my god." Tweek breathed out, stepping over Clyde to take his hand. He covered his mouth with his free hand as he was dragged to the stage. He made eye contact with Wendy, who was grinning at him from their table. Clyde and Bebe had made their way over there, too. His friends on stage slowly stopped singing as Craig got to the stage, all grinning as they rushed off to their table. Craig cleared his throat, his hand still holding Tweek's.

"Hey, so…I still haven't asked my boyfriend to prom, and I thought that since his favorite movie is Dirty Dancing and…the final song really speaks to how I feel about him…I felt that this was the best way to do so." Tweek blushed as Craig nodded his head to Token, who was controlling the sound in the lunch room. Tweek's eyes widened as he heard the song start.

Now I've had the time of my life
No I never felt like this before
Yes I swear it's the truth
and I owe it all to you

The past three weeks came back to Tweek all at once, Craig asking to try and learn the dance at the end of movie. "It's just for fun." He told Tweek, the two of them spending hours memorizing the steps of the dance. Tweek knew he had a stupid grin on his face, but it was okay, because Craig did too. They started moving together, but Tweek started having more memories flood back to him. It wasn't just them dancing the past few weeks, but it was the time in fourth grade Craig slept over at his house and they made baking soda volcanos. The time in fifth grade when Craig hit his head on the jungle gym and he still managed to calm Tweek down with a bleeding head. The time in sixth grade when Tweek was too scared to give a presentation so Craig let him practice with him for hours. The time in seventh grade when he walked with his arm around him a few days after Cartman had punched him, and he always said it was to protect him from anyone that dared touch him. The time in eighth grade when Craig confessed to Tweek he stole a pack of cigarettes from his mom and they tried them together, but Tweek wasn't too keen of the drug. The time in ninth grade when Craig got drunk for the first time alone in his room and called Tweek to talk about space for two hours. The time in tenth grade when Tweek was afraid he'd fail his driver's test, so Craig drove around with him and told him everything he failed the first time on (Craig passed the second time). The time in eleventh grade when they got drunk in Token's basement and sang karaoke until two in the morning and then continuing to talk with each other until exhaustion finally set in. And now, their senior year, he reflects on all the times that Craig Tucker was there for him. The times Craig made so memorable. Tweek really did have the time of his life, and he owes it all to Craig.

You're the one thing
I can't get enough of
So I'll tell you something

This could be love because

I've had the time of my life
No I never felt this way before
Yes I swear it's the truth
and I owe it all to you

Tweek had tears on his cheeks, looking at Craig as they reached a pause in the choreography.

"You…all of this."

"I felt it was the most appropriate way to ask you." He whispered, a blush on his cheeks. He kissed his nose as he jumped off the stage, leaving Tweek to watch him. He knew what he was doing. It's the moment Johnny runs off into the crowd to dance around. But Craig opted to dance with people, everyone in the cafeteria excited to see someone who could actually dance (Tweek was surprised to find out Craig wasn't that bad of a dancer). He danced around with Heidi, Tweek noticing Kenny, Token, Kyle, and Stan running up to the stage.

"Can you actually do the lift?" Kyle asked him as they helped him down off the stage. Tweek looked at him, turning his attention back to Craig. They gave each other a nod, Tweek rushing forward and jumping up. Craig easily caught him, lifting him up as everyone cheered and hollered. Stan snorted, nudging Kyle with his elbow.

"Does that answer your question?" Kyle smirked, elbowing Stan back. Craig let Tweek fall into his arms, finally pressing his lips to his. Everyone had started dancing together, the entire cafeteria turning into a dance floor. Tweek pulled away, a grin on his face.

"Do you understand how cheesy this is?"

"I'm fully aware. But I mean…after we watched the movie months ago…I knew I needed to ask you this way. It just…the lyrics are too perfect." Tweek noticed how red Craig's face was.

"You look good as Johnny Castle."

"So…is this a yes to prom?" Tweek snorted, smacking his shoulder playfully.

"Of course, dingus." He kissed him again, ignoring the people dancing around them. Craig was his only focus as the music played on.

'Cause I had the time of my life
No I've never felt this way before
Yes I swear it's the truth
and I owe it all to you
'Cause I've had the time of my life
and I've searched through every open door
Till I found the truth
and I owe it all to you

Tweek felt like he was floating on a cloud as he drove home, the entire afternoon on repeat in his head. When he came home, he saw his parents in the coffee shop, so he decided to take his homework over to the shop for a change of atmosphere. Richard looked up when he walked in, smiling.

"Afternoon, son." Tweek walked behind the counter, fixing himself a cappuccino.

"Hey dad."

"How was school?" His mom came from the back, coffee filters in hand.

"Magical."

"Uh oh. Did somebody finally get asked to prom?" Richard teased, seeing the way his son blushed.

"Mhm."

"Oh, Tweek! How did he ask?!" Mary practically squealed, wrapping her arms around him. Tweek giggled into her shoulder, a warm and happy feeling bubbling inside of him as he recalled this afternoon once more.

"Remember the final scene of Dirty Dancing?" Mary's eyes widened.

"He didn't!" Craig's ears must've been burning, Tweek turning to see him walk through the shop door. He still wore the all black outfit, his blue jacket hanging over his shoulder. He walked up to the counter, leaning on his elbows.

"Afternoon Mary, Richard." He said, nodding his head to each of them.

"Well…you look very handsome, Craig." Mary cooed, pushing the hair off his forehead. He blushed, smiling.

"I…I assume Tweek told you?"

"That you finally asked him to prom?" Richard chuckled, closing the lid on a coffee maker.

"Hey, I needed to learn those dance moves, alright? That took some time!" Tweek let out a laugh.

"He had us practice it, like, every other time we hung out! He kept saying it was for fun!"

"It was fun was it not?" Tweek snickered.

"Yes, Craig, it was a lot of fun."

"Oh, did you do the big lift?!" Mary asked.

"Listen, I go full force when I ask my boyfriend to prom. Of course we did the lift!" He grinned at Mary, Tweek feeling his heart swell at the simple interaction. Tweek was really close to his parents. He always had this ball of anxiety in the back of his mind about his significant other getting along with his parents, especially his mom. Craig made that anxiety melt away even before they started officially dating. He's so charming to everyone he meets and even though it's usually difficult to read his face for emotions, Craig let that façade go in order to talk with his parents. And Tweek loves that about him.

"Oh, I wish someone got a video or-or some pictures!" Mary said.

"I'm sure someone got some. I'll show you once I find out." Craig said, looking at Tweek. Tweek smiled at him, grabbing his cappuccino.

"Come on, Prince Charming, let's do our homework."

"Craig, do you need anything to drink?" Mary asked.

"Uh, I guess a cup of coffee wouldn't hurt." He reached into his backpack, rummaging for his wallet. Mary snorted, batting his wrist.

"Get your hand out of there. You don't pay for coffee." He blinked, blushing.

"Oh…thank-thank you," He sat down with Tweek by the window, taking a moment to watch him. He was looking out the window, watching the people walk or drive by from wherever they were coming from. He looked…at ease. It made Craig's chest warm. He reached across, giving Tweek's hand a squeeze. "Hey, you good?" Tweek jumped a bit, a blush crawling onto his cheeks. Craig knew he had forgoten he was in public.

"Huh? Oh! Y-Yeah…thinking."

"About what?" Tweek tapped his pencil against his knee.

"My major."

"You're undecided, right?"

"Yeah…I might…I might declare it so I can learn more about the program over the summer."

"What to?"

"Tourism and Hospitality Management." Craig blinked, letting out a low whistle.

"Well, look at you with the big, fancy major." Tweek snorted.

"It's literally what my parents do here pretty much. I could become the manager of a hotel or-or restaurant. I could work at hotels in popular destinations. Hell, I could do event planning! But that's way too much pressure, so that's out." Craig thought a moment.

"You'd be good at that."

"At what, event planning?"

"No, hospitality."

"Why do you say that?"

"You like helping people. Taking care of them. It's in your nature." Tweek blinked, not having thought of that.

"You…have a point." Mary dropped off Craig's coffee for him, Craig giving her a soft thank you as she walked away. He took a sip, looking at Tweek.

"Well, I think it's a good place to start. And hey, if you don't like it, you can change it! That's the beauty of deciding early." Tweek nodded, sipping at his drink.

"Yeah…," He sighed, smiling sadly. "What am I going to do when you're not there with me to talk me off the ledge three times a day?" Craig laughed softly, but Tweek heard the pinch of sadness.

"Well…I'm a phone call away. You know that…" Everything was starting to become too real. They only had four months left together, almost three. Tweek had picked his housing (he was in the honors college, so he decided to live in the same building as the other honors students) and he was scheduled to move in the second week of August since he was from out of state. It was the last week of April, and with prom in two weeks, they were both starting to feel sentimental. It didn't help that as they were leaving school, they heard the orchestra practicing Pomp and Circumstance for graduation. That's when it really hit them. They had one month left in that school together. That school they started dating in. That school that brought them so many good, and bad, memories.

"I know but…hearing your voice over the phone versus having you holding me and telling me it's going to be okay is…totally different." Craig sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"I…I know…"

"S-Should…did I make the right choice? Choosing to go so far away, I mean?" Craig snapped his head up to him, grabbing his hand again.

"Tweek, listen to me, I don't want you second guessing your college choice because of me. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if-if you left the school of your dreams and something were to happen to us! Please…if you do decide to change…don't do it because of me. Do it for you. And only you," Tweek bit his bottom lip, nodding slowly. He wasn't going to change schools, but he was still afraid that he made the wrong choice. He's been wondering that all year. He was excited to go, but also not excited at the same time. Craig kissed his hand gently, resting his chin against it. "You're worrying too much. I can see it on your face."

"I hate that you can read my face so easily when I still can't read yours without a magnifying glass." Craig snorted.

"Come on, I'm not that bad. Fourth grade me was the king of stare downs. Eighteen-year-old me isn't as much as a stuck-up prick."

"You weren't stuck-up, you were stoic. You still are. You just…learned to relax."

"Yeah, so did you." Tweek laughed softly, looking at the table.

"I…I'm gonna miss you…" Craig smiled softly, but there was a hint of sadness behind it.

"I know…but don't write me off yet. I'm still here. We still have four months before we leave! We still have prom, and then in a month we graduate, and then right after that we're going to Token's fucking California vacation home. Then we have all summer to be together and-and just…be us."

"Don't you need to find a job?" Craig was in the process of finding a summer job, South Park Skates having closed up for the season at the end of March.

"Well…yeah. I'm doing that now. I actually applied to be a bartender at a restaurant in the next town over." Tweek snorted.

"They let eighteen-year-olds behind the bar?"

"I know, I was surprised, too. But think of it this way! I can make us drinks at our hang outs now." Tweek hummed.

"You better make me a margarita."

"I'll make you the best god damn margarita you've ever had." Tweek grinned, sticking his pinky finger out.

"Do I hear a pinky promise?" Craig rolled his eyes with a grin, linking pinkies with him.

"It's a pinky promise, Tweek. I'm taking this one to the grave." Tweek tossed his head back as he laughed. Craig would make Tweek however many margaritas he wanted, just as long as he always laughed like that. It just proved to Craig how utterly, stupidly in love he was.

NOTE: Wowie! I'm literally turning Tweek into me! (I'm also majoring in Tourism and Hospitality Management!). I know it seems like I'm making time move very quickly lately, but I'm trying to get to the major chapters such as prom (which is the next chapter!), graduation, senior week, and eventually, their time in college! I hope everyone enjoyed this super cheesy chapter and, if you haven't seen the final scene of Dirty Dancing, I definitely recommend youtubing it! Plus, the movie has been out since the 80's, so hop to it! As always, any and all feedback is appreciated!