NOTE: Slight warning for underage drinking and implied sexual content!
The alarm on Craig's phone was ten times worse at three thirty in the morning on a Saturday. It signaled the official start of senior week, but was it worth it? He grunted as he reached out, tugging his phone to him. He squinted at his too bright screen, turning his alarm off. Craig had promised he'd call Tweek once he woke up to make sure Tweek woke up, because on the nights he could actually sleep, he slept through everything. He dialed his number, pressing the phone to his ear as he sat up on the edge of his bed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"What?" He snickered.
"Well, good morning to you, too."
"I know I said to call me, but next time, please ignore me."
"You sound awake."
"I didn't sleep. I couldn't I maybe got…ten minutes"
"Tweek, I say this because I love you, but you're fucking insane." He heard a soft laugh.
"I know. I'll see you in an hour." Their flight was at seven thirty am, but Token insisted they get there right before five to be on the safe side. Craig took a shower in an effort to wake him up, but it had little success. He trudged downstairs, plopping his suitcase next to the door as he walked into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. Craig poured a cup, grabbing a granola bar from the cabinet as he walked past towards the living room. He curled up on the couch, his head tilted back against the cushion. Thomas came downstairs, chuckling as he saw Craig.
"Well, you seem excited."
"Too…tired." He murmured, glancing back at his dad.
"I knew you would be."
"Why are you awake?"
"I…heard you moving around and wanted to sit with you until Token came to get you." Craig hummed, nodding slowly.
"Okay." Thomas sat next to him on the couch, his arms resting on the cushion behind him.
"Hey…don't…be stupid this week." Craig snorted.
"I won't…at least, I think I won't." Thomas chuckled, patting Craig's knee.
"Proud of you, kid. You worked hard this year." Craig felt his cheeks warm up a bit.
"Oh. Thanks dad."
"I mean it. You worked hard at that ice skating rink and-and worked hard in school, with hockey, and now you have this bartending job and you just…never cease to amaze me." Craig smiled.
"I like this job."
"Good. I'm having you make me drinks from now on."
"Okay, I don't like it that much."
"You're a terrible liar."
"I'm better than you." Thomas laughed, nodding.
"Yes, you are," Craig chuckled, feeling his phone buzz in his pocket. It was Token.
I'm outside your house! Let's go! We gotta plane to catch!
Craig looked up, seeing the lights from his headlights. Thomas took the empty coffee mug from him. "I'll get this. I'll see you in a week." Craig gave his dad a hug goodbye, smiling a bit as he grabbed his suitcase and walked outside. Clyde was hanging out the passenger side window.
"Come on, dude!"
"We're not running late, Clyde, you're right on time." Craig laughed, tossing his suitcase in the trunk of the car. He slid in the back seat next to Tweek, kissing his cheek quickly before getting comfortable. Bebe was in the third row, the gentle movement of the car already lulling her to sleep. Craig leaned his head back against the seat, Tweek leaning his head on his shoulder.
"We're grabbing Kenny as well." Clyde said, glancing back at them. Craig just nodded, his eyes half lidded as he looked out the window. Their quiet mountain town was eerily quiet at almost five am, but Craig was happy because the moon was still out. He reached up, subconsciously grabbing the moon pendant Tweek got him for Christmas. He ran his fingers over it, smiling up at the moon as they pulled up in front of Kenny's house. The half hour drive to the airport was enough for Craig to fall asleep, the peacefulness of the early morning relaxing to him. He jumped a bit as he heard a door slam, looking up as he saw they were at the airport in the parking lot. Stan, Kyle, Wendy, Heidi and Jimmy were walking towards their car, Stan holding onto Jimmy's suitcase as he walked. Craig looked down at Tweek, groaning.
"I don't wanna move." He mumbled, yelping as Tweek gave him a shove.
"Come on." He chuckled, reaching over Craig's lap to open the door. The parking lot wasn't too far from their terminal, so they opted to walk instead of catching a shuttle. Once inside and after getting their tickets printed, they headed towards the TSA check, Jimmy grinning as they got there.
"S-s-see you on th-the other side, kiddos!" He laughed, everyone groaning as he got to go into a much shorter line that was designated for the handicapped.
"Quick, someone break my leg." Kenny grumbled, sticking his leg out. It took them about a half an hour of waiting, but they were finally all through the TSA screenings. They still had about forty minutes until their flight even boarded, so Craig took the opportunity to get another coffee and a bagel. Kyle and Stan joined him, dark circles under their eyes.
"Look, I know it's going to be worth it, but I'm so tired." Stan grumbled, running a hand down his face.
"Tweek didn't sleep." Craig murmured, handing the cashier his money. Kyle blinked.
"How?"
"He's an insomniac. Some nights he just can't." He shrugged, sipping at his coffee. He held another cup of coffee in his other hand, that cup for Tweek. Stan shook his head.
"I cherish sleep. That's a damn shame." Craig snorted.
"Yeah. I know. I get the phone calls at five am when he has a bad dream or sees something. It has definitely improved over the years." Kyle winced.
"Five am?"
"Yup. Happy to do it, though." He shrugged, walking back to where everyone was waiting. Craig handed Tweek the cup of coffee, those green eyes lighting up.
"Thanks, Craig." He breathed out, taking a few big gulps. Craig plopped next to him, taking a bite of his bagel.
"How come you didn't sleep?" Tweek smiled at the sound of Craig's voice. Something he's noticed over the six months they've been together is that Craig's lisp gets really bad when he's tired. The braces helped correct it, but it slips through every now and then, but especially when he's tired.
"I just…couldn't get comfortable. Couldn't stop thinking about this next week. Mainly excitement. Plus, I normally go to sleep at three am on nights I can't sleep, so it didn't make sense to go to sleep." Craig nodded slowly, humming.
"Makes sense," Tweek giggled next to him. "What?"
"Your lisp." Craig's cheeks turned a dark red, sliding down in his seat.
"S-Sorry."
"No! Don't apologize I just…I realized it's worse when you're tired."
"Because I'm too lazy to move my tongue." He chuckled, his cheeks still a dark red. Tweek laughed softly, leaning his head on Craig's shoulder. A silence fell among their group of friends, everyone still trying to wake up. By the time a little sentiment of life was appearing on their faces, it was time for them to board. Of course, Jimmy was among the first to get on due to him being handicapped. Everyone else was among the fourth and fifth group of people to board. Once they were all settled in, Craig looked back, seeing Tweek in a window seat about five rows back. He caught his gaze, waving to him. Tweek laughed softly, waving back. Craig plopped back down in his seat, looking out the window. He spent most of the flight doing that, enjoying the way the sun looked as it rose while he was thirty thousand feet in the air. They landed in California around ten am, everyone happy to finally be off the plane. Token turned to them all once they were all gathered together.
"Okay, so normally my family and I just take the bus because it's about a fifteen-minute bus ride and then about a five-minute walk from the bus stop." Everyone nodded, figuring it was cheaper then renting a car or anything like that. No one complained as they waited for the bus, the warmth of California refreshing to their skin. After a very scenic bus ride, they got off at a stop that was on the beach.
"Wait…Token, is your house on the beach?!" Stan yelled from the back of the group. Token snickered.
"Oh yeah. I didn't mention that! It's on the beach."
"Dude, how could you leave that out?!" Kenny said, a grin on his face as they started walking.
"Slipped my mind!" Craig wasn't sure how anything about Token's house could be forgotten, the huge vacation house being everything Craig had imagined and more. There's fucking palm trees in the front yard. The house was absolutely beautiful. There was an enclosed heated pool on the back deck that overlooked the beach and ocean, a part of the beach sectioned off by the fencing of the house. There were seven bedrooms and a bathroom in each room in the house, so there was more than enough bed space. It was a dream come true for a group of eleven eighteen-year-old graduates.
"Room claiming! Go!" Kenny shouted, rushing to one of the bedrooms on the first floor. Token let out a laugh, heading upstairs towards the room that he usually stays in. Stan ran upstairs after him, Kyle not far behind. After everyone was settled and had claimed their rooms, with Token, Kenny, and Jimmy having their own rooms, Clyde and Bebe sharing, Heidi and Kyle sharing, Wendy and Stan sharing, and Craig and Tweek sharing, Clyde had already changed into his bathing suit.
"I don't know about you guys, but I'm floating in that pool for pretty much all of this week!" He shouted, his voice carrying through the house. Craig leaned over the railing that was outside their room.
"Put sunscreen on, you'll burn!"
"Thanks mom!" Craig snorted, walking back into his room where Tweek was curled up in the bed.
"Are you taking a nap?" He asked, closing the door behind him. Tweek nodded slowly, his eyes falling shut. Craig chuckled, kissing his forehead as he crawled into bed next to him. The bed was much comfier than Craig's bed, and he was thankful for that. He needed to rest his eyes, happily embracing the sweet release that came from a well needed nap.
When Tweek woke up four hours later, Craig wasn't in bed. He grunted, looking around. OH. I'm in California. In his delirious state of mind, Tweek had forgotten the entire flight and bus ride to Token's house. He rubbed his eyes as he walked downstairs and onto the deck, seeing Jimmy floating on a giant swan pool float. Clyde was sitting in an innertube, drink in his hand. The girls were sun tanning on the lower patio that led to the beach, the rest of the guys down there.
"Hey guys." He said, walking past the pool to go down to everyone else.
"S-s-sleeping beauty!" Jimmy laughed, waving at him. Tweek snorted, sitting on the warm concrete patio next to Kyle.
"Oh, he's awake!" Heidi grinned, sipping at her drink.
"Yes, I'm awake. Write a news article about it." He teased, rolling his eyes.
"Sleep well?" Token asked, his legs crossed as he pushed his sunglasses up on top of his head.
"Yes, wonderfully. Are those-"
"Silk sheets? Yeah. Don't go ruining them." Tweek heard Craig laugh.
"Yeah, sorry, there's a huge possibility that ha-SHIT!" Craig stood suddenly, staring at his phone with wide eyes.
"Dude what-"
"My grandma is calling me! Fucking shut up she's weird and old fashioned sometimes!" Craig held his hand up to signal them to stop talking as he held the phone to his ears. "Hola abuela!"Everyone's mouths fell open, listen to the Craig Tucker speak Spanish. "Estoy bien abuela! De hecho, ahora estoy con mis amigos, así que ... sí, voy a ir a la iglesia," Craig nodded listening to his grandmother speak. "Sí, estoy viendo a alguien, abuela, pero no puedo, no soy una niña." Stan leaned over to Kyle.
"Niña is girl, right?" he whispered, Kyle shrugging.
"I didn't take Spanish in high school."
"Me gustan los niños y niñas, abuela. Te lo dije la última vez ... NO! Nono sin sexo todavía."
"Mmm. Sounds like he's talking about sex. You shouldn't lie to your abuela, Craig!" Bebe laughed, Craig kicking her chair.
"Te llamaré más tarde, ¿está bien? Yo también te amo. Adiós." Craig groaned, plopping into his chair. Kenny grinned slowly.
"So…when were you going to say anything about you being able to fluently speak Spanish?"
"Never. Because I know you all. You'll ask me to speak in Spanish all the time." He snorted, running his hands down his face.
"Because it's hot." Bebe giggled, Craig rolling his eyes.
"She isn't wrong." Tweek said, shrugging as Craig glared at him. Wendy giggled, rubbing sunscreen onto Stan's back.
"Well, I think you're very lucky. Being able to speak two languages is a great trait for jobs. Why do you even know Spanish? Where is your grandma from?"
"Peru. Dad's side." They all nodded slowly, Craig's tan skin finally having an ethnic origin.
"Who the fuck was going off in Spanish down there?!" Clyde shouted, his face appearing behind the screen of the pool.
"Craig!" They all said, Tweek watching his cheeks puff out in frustration. Tweek giggled, standing and walking over to sit at the foot of Craig's lounge chair.
"Wanna get a drink?" He whispered, giving his hand a squeeze. Craig nodded, slinging his arm around Tweek as they walked up to the house. Craig took him to the bar, Tweek sitting down with a grin.
"And what can I get you, handsome?" Craig grinned, stepping behind the bar.
"Hmm…I was promised the best damn margarita in the world last month." Tweek practically purred, leaning his arms against the bar. Craig grinned, grabbing the best tequila option (it was Patron in his opinion), triple sec, and the little container of lime juice, mixing it all up for him. He salted the rim of a glass before pouring it in over ice, sliding it over to Tweek and placing a lime against the rim.
"I hope it suffices." He murmured, palms pressed into the cool marble bar top. Tweek hummed, taking a long gulp. He closed his eyes, a grin spreading as he placed the glass back on the bar.
"Fuck that's smooth. I'm impressed, Tucker." Craig shrugged, smirking.
"I'm a natural, what can I say?"
"You can speak more Spanish for me." Craig laughed softly, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I guess I should make it up to you for not telling you."
"Uh huh, big time." Tweek took another long gulp of his margarita, humming. Craig thought a moment.
"Estoy tan feliz de que seas mío." Tweek shivered, a grin crawling across his face.
"What does that mean?"
"I'm so glad you're mine." Tweek blushed, smiling around the rim of his glass.
"You flatter me." He purred, his fingers dancing across the bar to grab Craig's tank top. Craig chuckled, pressing his lips to his. It was bitter from the tequila but sweet from the lime, the taste of Tweek's mouth more intoxicating than the alcohol. Tweek pulled away, holding his finger up as he quickly downed the rest of his drink. He shivered, grinning before pressing his lips against Craig's once more. Craig chuckled, his fingers twisting into the golden locks of his boyfriend.
"Eugh, get a room." Kenny teased, Craig flipping him off without missing a beat.
Later that evening, with everyone comfortably tipsy or drunk, they all sat around the pool. Jimmy was still floating on his swan, Clyde and Craig floating on their backs in the deeper end. Stan, Kyle, and Kenny leaned against the wall in the shallow end, the girls, Tweek, and Token sitting on the ledge with their feet in.
"Wait! I have a question!" Wendy giggled, looking at Tweek. "So…you're a figure skater." Tweek blinked, giggling. He had come clean to the rest of his friends right before the end of the school year.
"Yeah?"
"So, can you like, dance?!" She giggled, Tweek's eyes lighting up.
"Oh, of course!"
"Do it!" Bebe giggled, Tweek jumping up.
"Plug your phone into the speakers!" Token slurred, grinning. Tweek plugged his phone in, scrolling until he found a song he liked. He settled for Whitney Houston's I Wanna Dance With Somebody, a grin on his face as he moved his hips to the beat of the music. The girls were cheering him on, grins on their faces. Since Tweek was a figure skater, a lot of his moves were similar to ballet. And because Tweek had been doing this for a long time, he was quite flexible. He was laughing as he walked on his tip toes, kicking his leg up so it was practically against his face. Wendy and Bebe screamed, grins on their faces.
"Fuck, Tweek!" Bebe laughed, Tweek giggling as he continued on. Meanwhile, in the deep end of the pool, Craig's eyes were fixated on his boyfriend. He swam over to the edge, resting his arms on the ledge and leaning his head against it. He wasn't going to deny that Tweek dancing like this was turning him on, but he smiled into his arm, a giddy feeling bubbling up in his chest as he watched him. He was so talented, a grin on his face as he twisted and turned, Craig fascinated by his legs. They were so graceful, so long, so flexible. He was in awe, his blue eyes raking up and down the slender frame of his boyfriend. God, I am so fucked. Craig bit his lip, meeting Tweek's gaze. Tweek smirked at him, sliding slowly into a split. Craig gaped, the screaming of the girls not louder than the ringing in his ears. He bit down onto his knuckles, dramatically letting go of the edge of the pool and sinking into the blue water. Kyle snorted.
"Way to go, dude, you killed Craig." He slurred, eyes shutting as Heidi played with his curls. Tweek giggled, setting his feet into the pool near Craig. He screamed in surprised as he felt his hands wrap around his ankles, those same hands tugging him into the pool. When he surfaced, Craig was giggling into his hand. Tweek splashed him, rolling his eyes.
"Brat." He murmured, yelping as Craig tugged him to him.
"No, you're the brat. What makes you think you can parade those dance moves around and get away with it?" he murmured, Tweek smelling the alcohol on his breath. Tweek chuckled, moving them so they could both stand in the pool. Craig practically had him pinned against the wall.
"What, you pissed or something?"
"No," Craig pressed his hips against his, laying his head into the crook of his neck. "Horny." He breathed out, placing a gentle kiss to the side of Tweek's neck. The blonde shivered, his eyes closing as he wrapped his arms around his neck. His fingers played with the wet hair at the base of Craig's neck, the action eliciting a hum of approval from the boy in his arms. Tweek chuckled.
"Later. I promise." He whispered, pressing a kiss to the shell of his ear. Craig only nodded, his fingers digging into Tweek's hips under the water. Tweek noticed that Token, Jimmy, and Kenny had gone inside, leaving the couples at this point. Heidi and Kyle were laying on a lounge chair making out, and both Wendy and Stan and Bebe ad Clyde were making out in the shallow end. Well, I certainly don't wanna feel left out. Tweek pressed his lips to Craig's, a moan vibrating from Craig's throat. He tasted of rum, no taste of coke in sight. So, he's been drinking straight rum? Tweek tangled his fingers into his hair, the sounds of bated breaths filling the air. It wasn't just from Tweek, it was from everyone. It was weird, hearing other people kissing and moaning in such close proximity, even if they are close friends. Tweek tilted his head to the side, his eyes half lidded as Craig sucked at his neck. Heidi had pulled a towel over top her and Kyle, no doubt doing more than kissing under that towel. Wendy's eyes were closed as Stan kissed at her chest, and Bebe had practically lost her top at his point. Tweek whined low in his throat as Craig tugged at his swim trunks, Tweek turning to look at him. He put a finger up to Craig's lips, nodding his head in the direction of their friends. Craig took a moment to just watch, Tweek noticing how red his lips were. He looked back at Tweek, leaning forward so his lips were by his ear.
"Room?" It was a simple question, and Tweek was happy to answer.
"Yeah." Tweek was the first to climb out of the pool, and it seemed to have set off a chain reaction. Wendy climbed out, tugging Stan up behind her as the two practically sprinted into the house. Kyle had already tossed Heidi over his shoulder, and Clyde had grabbed Bebe's hand as he got out of the pool to rush them off to their room. Craig grinned as he got out of the pool, scooping Tweek into his arms. This surprised Tweek, a small gasp escaping his lips. Craig carried him upstairs, kicking the door shut behind him. He pressed Tweek against the door, a grin on his lips.
"Voy a destruirte." He breathed out, Tweek's eyes rolling up as Craig sucked at his neck. He had no idea what it meant, but destruirte sounded vagely like "destroy", and Tweek was okay with letting Craig destroy him tonight.
NOTE: So, I really enjoy the idea of Craig speaking Spanish, so sue me! A quick summary of the conversation for those who don't speak Spanish (like myself, so I apologize if google translate fucked it up): he's going to church (lies), he's seeing someone (not a girl, but a guy), a reminder he likes both guys and girls, and he is definitely not having sex yet (more lies!). I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of senior week! Unfortunately, I am preparing to return to school :( I don't know what my upload schedule will look like once classes start, but please continue to enjoy my fic! As always, any and all feedback is appreciated!