The morning sounds in California were relaxing to Tweek. He could hear seagulls cawing, the ocean crashing against the shore line, and footsteps, frantically rushing towards their door. What the-Clyde kicked the door in, Kyle and Stan behind him as he played Kenny Loggins' Danger Zone from his phone.
"Up and at 'em!" He yelled, grabbing Craig's ankles.
"Clyde no!" Craig yelled in surprise as Clyde tugged him off the bed and straight out the door, Craig trying to grab the door frame as he was tugged through. Stan and Kyle followed, grabbing Craig's arms so they were all carrying him now. Tweek jumped up, rushing to the railing outside their room to watch them. He couldn't help but grin, the look of pure frustration on Craig's face making it even more comical. Tweek laughed as they ran straight outside and onto the back porch. He just managed to see Craig's flailing limbs as they threw him into the pool, Tweek hearing a "Fuck you, Clyde!" as Craig hit the water. Tweek ran up next to them, a grin on his face.
"Oh, don't think you're getting off easy, Tweek." Stan laughed, Kyle grabbing his arms.
"Wait, no!" He yelled, screaming as Stan grabbed his legs, both him and Kyle swinging him back and forth before tossing him into the water. Craig was already floating on his back, a lazy grin on his face. Tweek surfaced, coughing up the water he sucked in. "What the hell!"
"You're in the danger zone, baby!" Clyde laughed, jumping into the pool. Wendy looked up from her book, an amused smile on her face.
"Clyde, you dragged them out of bed to toss them into the pool?!"
"Well, they literally dragged me out of the bed." Craig laughed, tilting his head back to look at Wendy. Wendy rolled her eyes.
"That seems dramatic, Clyde."
"He played Danger Zone as he did so, too." Tweek added, swimming to the ledge by Wendy.
"That's extremely dramatic, Clyde." She laughed, Clyde climbing out of the pool.
"Wait! I have an idea. A challenge if you may." Craig climbed out of the pool, smirking.
"I'm listening." Craig Tucker was always up for a challenge.
"We take big mouthfuls of water and we all have a minute to make the person who has water in their mouth spit it out. We can't touch each other. Just by actions or statements." They all thought a moment, Kyle grinning.
"It's stupid. I love it." Stan and Kyle ran in, grabbing water for everyone. Kenny and Bebe came out.
"Where are Token, Jimmy, and Heidi?" Tweek asked.
"They ran to get groceries for tonight's dinner." Kyle said, handing him a water bottle.
"Okay, who's going first?"
"Well, Clyde, since it was your idea, why not you?" Stan said, eyebrow raised.
"Alright, fine. But don't come crying to me when I win." Clyde took a big mouthful of water, Wendy grinning.
"I'll be the timer. Ready Clyde?" He gave a nod. "Gentlemen, you have one minute." Now, Clyde was a simple man. This means he had a simple sense of humor. Craig put his hands on his knees, getting close to his ear.
"Alright, listen up you tampon dipshit." And just as soon as it started, it was over. Clyde spit out his water, a laugh mixed with a cough escaping his lips.
"Fuck! No fair Craig knows what makes me laugh!" Craig grinned, stepping back to high five Tweek.
"Stan, you go!" Clyde coughed, wiping the water off his lips.
"Alright fine." Stan took a big gulp, nodding to Wendy.
"Time starts now!" She said, giggling with Bebe. Clyde stepped up, his efforts thwarted by the cold stare of Stan Marsh. Kenny grinned.
"Hey, remember that one time Cartman told us in fifth grade he had the flu and missed school on field day?" Stan nodded. "I found out it was because he stayed home to play with dolls. And he dressed like one." Stan snickered, stamping his foot to keep from laughing. Craig grinned slowly.
"Well, looks like that story tickled your pussy." Stan spat his water out, coughing.
"Shit! My one weakness!" Wendy raised an eyebrow.
"Really? Pussy?"
"Literally and metaphorically." Wendy rolled her eyes, a playful grin on her face.
"Kyle, go!" Stan said, Kyle taking a big gulp of water.
"Gentlemen, time starts!" Wendy said, sipping at her soda.
"Alright, so what makes the Kyle Broflovski tickled pink?" Tweek thought, an idea popping into his head. "Oh, many things make my lil Bubbie tickled pink," Craig let out a laugh, Kyle's eyes widening as Tweek did a very convincing Sheila Broflovski impression. "He loves his bagels and lox on Hanukkah and he just loves it when I make his favorite Hillel food for his birthday, don'tcha Bubbie?" Kyle whined, his fingers digging into his thighs as his face turned as red as his hair. "Come on, Bubbie! Let me take you out to pick out a nice outfit for your Bar Mitzvah!" Kyle spat his water out, breaking out into a fit of laughter.
"Fuck, that was way too spot on!" He laughed.
"Tweek, where the fuck did you learn to do an impression like that?!" Bebe laughed, a grin on her face. Tweek shrugged.
"After hearing Sheila talk so many times, you just sorta pick up on it."
"Alright, wise guy, your turn!" Kyle grinned. Tweek blushed, taking a mouthful of water. Well, this won't last long. As Tweek's anxiety lightened up over the years, he learned to laugh more. And he loved to laugh.
"Now, I challenge you men to beat Tweek's Oscar worthy impression of Sheila Broflovski. And…begin!" Wendy said. Clyde stepped up, getting down on one knee.
"Now, son," Tweek's eyes widened, knowing where Clyde was going with this. "I want you to think of life the way you think of coffee. Coffee…running freely from the pot like the water of a flowing, babbling river through the mountains on a sunny, cool morning. A Sunday morning to be exact. Think of the creamer you pour in as the seed of life, but in this case, your seed of life is sweet and and will make you feel better." Tweek let out a shaky breath through his nose, squeezing his eyes shut. Thank God dad quit the cheesy metaphors years ago. Clyde grunted.
"I'm out of metaphors!"
"That was one metaphor!" Stan said. He thought a moment. "Craig, what the fuck is that song you used to ask him to prom?! That...wait, I got it! I've…had…the time of my life, and-and I never felt this way before." Stan's singing was not confident what so ever, making Tweek whine. It was just…funny. Then Kyle and Kenny joined.
"Yes I swear, it's the truth, and I owe it all to you!" They all started getting into it, Craig biting his nail as he just watched them. Wendy grinned, looking up.
"Tweek is the reigning champion as of right now! Times up!" Tweek tossed his hands in the air, swallowing his water.
"Oh my god I was about to lose it!" He laughed, sitting next to Wendy. Clyde grinned slowly at Craig.
"And now for the real challenge. The stoic of the…sto…," Clyde shook his head quickly. "Craig Tucker!" Craig snickered, taking a big mouth full of water and crossing his arms.
"I wish you luck, gentlemen. Begin." Wendy whispered, the air thick as the boys were hell bent on breaking Craig. They thought a moment.
"Well, Craig's parents literally sound just like him, so we can't do impressions…" Clyde murmured, Stan looking up.
"Clyde, stand by the pool." Clyde blinked, walking over to the pool ledge.
"Stan, what-"
"For Sparta!" he yelled, his foot connecting with Clyde's chest. He was sent backwards into the pool, Craig's lips only twitching slightly. Kyle frowned.
"Nothing!" Clyde surfaced, frowning.
"Well, dammit! This is harder than I thought!"
"Fifteen seconds, gentlemen!" Bebe warned. Tweek stood, clearing his throat. You're mine, Tucker.
"One time some guy asked me to suck his dick. I told him no. When he asked me why I said, 'I can't'," Tweek narrowed his eyes, grinning at Craig. "'I'm allergic to shrimp'". Craig's eyes widened, spitting the water out as he doubled over laughing.
"PUNS?! He's weak to puns?!" Clyde laughed, floating on his back in the pool. Craig grinned at him.
"What can I say? I'm my father's son." Clyde snorted, Token, Jimmy, and Heidi all walking out.
"Well, seems like we missed something fun." Heidi grinned, seeing the water splotches on the ground.
"Only a little." Wendy said, standing up to wade into the pool.
"Turns out Tweek's more stoic than Craig now." Clyde said.
"Dude…that hurts." Craig teased, a hand going over his chest. Kenny followed his hand to his tattoo, a grin crawling across his face.
"Yo, let's get tattoos!" They all blinked, Wendy shaking her head.
"Pass!"
"Me too!" Bebe said, getting into the pool.
"I'm down!" Clyde said, hopping out of the pool. Craig shrugged.
"I'm down."
"Me three!" Stan shouted from inside.
"Me four!" Kyle shouted as well.
"It's a no from me." Heidi said, sitting on the ledge of the pool. Tweek bit his lip.
"I'll come and maybe get tattooed."
"C-C-Count me o-out fellas." Jimmy shrugged, sitting on a lounge chair.
"Yeah, me too. We'll be here." Token laughed, sitting next to Jimmy. The six of them climbed into the Jeep, heading to the closest tattoo parlor. Tweek, however, was panicking, because he had no idea what he wanted.
The boys were surprised that this tattoo parlor even let them walk in, but the guys were pretty cool and were willing to do their tattoos (even though they were walk ins). Kenny went first, knowing exactly what he wanted. He had always dreamed of getting a simple crown tattooed on his arm, right above the joint of the arm. He said it was for Karen, who was his little princess. The sentiment behind the tattoo made Tweek smile, and just this once, Tweek was upset he was an only child. Stan decided to go second, getting the outline of a mountain range over his heart (the same location of Craig's tattoo).
"A mountain range?" Kenny asked.
"I hate that mountain town, but it's home." Kyle went next, and after much deliberation, decided to get a tiny Star of David on the corner of his wrist.
"You're just begging Cartman to rag on you." Stan laughed. Kyle shrugged.
"He'll never be able to take this away from me." Finally, it was Tweek's turn. He walked back with the tattoo artist (his name was Danny), biting his lip as he sat down.
"So little dude, what were you thinking?" Danny asked, taking out his sketch pad. Tweek twirled a strand of hair around his finger.
"W-Well…I-I've never gotten a tattoo before and-and I want it to be special. Sentimental even." Danny nodded slowly, humming.
"Those guys your best buds?"
"Well…one of them is. Actually…well, the three that you already t-tattooed I just recently became closer to. The other guy's my best friend and…b-boyfriend." Danny nodded.
"Now I understand, because they always say don't get a tattoo about a lover," Tweek nodded, blushing. "But…I feel like you two were really close before you started dating."
"He's been by m-my side since fourth grade." Danny whistled.
"And that kid before you said you just graduated?" Tweek nodded. "Respect," Danny smiled at him, and Tweek smiled in return. He was easy to talk to (and easy on the eyes, in Tweek's opinion). "See, this is a tough call, because I feel like getting something that reminds you of your childhood would be good, but if your boyfriend is heavily involved…"
"I-If I'm being honest? I…don't care if he's tied to it. I don't want to forget the good memories if we break up. I don't think I ever could. So…I was thinking…of getting his astrological sign's constellation. He's obsessed with space." Danny grinned slowly, nodding.
"Little dude, that's a great idea! Simple and easy to hide it and it's got sentimental meaning and a little bit of a broad meaning. When was he born?"
"November third." Danny whistled.
"Ooo a Scorpio. Dark and mysterious," Tweek snorted. Yup, that's Craig. "Where were you thinking of putting it?"
"O-On my bicep."
"Sounds good! Let me sketch something up real quick." Tweek nodded, leaning back in the chair. His anxiety was finally starting to leave his shoulders, the tension releasing. Danny turned his sketchbook to him, the drawing perfect. It had three points, like a pitch fork, that signify the head and pincers of the Scorpion. The important stars looked like little asterisks, the other stars either black circles of tiny black dots. The body curved towards the end, making the tail and stinger of the Scorpion.
"D-Danny it-it's…perfect." He breathed out, a grin on his face. Danny chuckled.
"Give me a second to get everything set up." Tweek nodded, closing his eyes. I can't wait to surprise Craig. The entire process of getting a tattoo was so intriguing to Tweek, and surprisingly, didn't hurt as much as he thought it would. It just felt like when he scratches his wrist, sharp pain followed by a dull burning sensation. It only took about thirty minutes, Tweek hopping down to look at it in the mirror. He smiled slowly, humming.
"It's perfect." He breathed out, grinning at Danny in the mirror. Danny smiled, putting a paper towel over it and wrapping it in saran wrap.
"You can take this off in two hours. After that, put some Vaseline on it to keep it from drying out. Do that three times a day for two days, and after two days, switch to a non-scented lotion for the rest of the week." Tweek nodded, looking at the paper Danny handed him that repeated those instructions. He tossed his non-wrapped arm around him, grinning,
"This…means so much. Thank you." Danny hugged him back, smiling,
"Take care, little dude." Tweek walked out, Craig smirking as he walked past him. He sat next to Kyle.
"Bicep, huh?"
"Easy to hide it."
"Whatcha get?" Kenny asked, flipping through a magazine.
"Surprise." Kenny groaned.
"Come on! Everyone else shared there's!"
"Nope! You'll find out in two hours." Craig walked out after a half an hour, his on his right bicep (Tweek's was on his left).
"You got a bicep one, too?" Stan asked as they stood, all going to the register to pay.
"I've been wanting to get one there." After they paid, tipped Danny, and thanked him again, they went to the drug store to pick up the Vaseline and lotion (they decided to just share it for the week). On the ride home, Tweek watched Craig from the back seat as he drove. He suddenly had an overwhelming sense of pride for his boyfriend. He wasn't sure what caused it to happen, but his chest suddenly felt warm and Tweek thought he was going to burst he was so happy all of a sudden. Maybe it was his adrenaline finally dropping from his anxiety. That was almost an hour ago, so probably not. It wasn't until the pulled up at Token's house that he realized it was simply love making him feel so giddy. Cheesy as it might sound, but Tweek still gets butter flies in his stomach. He has since he met Craig.
Tweek sat at the vanity in his room two hours later, rubbing a little bit of Vaseline onto his tattoo (just enough to make it shine. Too much could potentially damage the tattoo, according to the paper Danny gave him). There was a knock on the door, making him jump.
"C-Come in!" he put his hand over top of the tattoo as he saw it was Craig.
"How's it looking?"
"It looks…incredible."
"Can I…can I see it?" Tweek smiled at how innocent Craig's question was, but to Tweek, it was a monumental moment. Let's hope he doesn't fucking hate this. He walked over, swallowing hard as he slowly lifted his hand. He watched as Craig's eyes widened, his thumb running gently under the tattoo. "Is…is that…?"
"Your astrological sign's constellation? Y-yeah…I know it's cheesy and-and they say don't get tattoos for boyfriends but…I wanted something that would-would always remind me of childhood. And I realized that you will always remind me of my childhood! It won't matter if-if we b-break up or not, you'll always be the first thing I think of when I think of my childhood." Tweek felt himself getting flustered, trying to justify his choice of tattoo. Why isn't he saying anything? Tweek blinked, watching Craig slowly take off the saran wrap off his bicep (Tweek wasn't sure how it was staying on at this point it was so stretched from the muscle), pulling the paper towel away. Below was the constellation of Pieces, the style of stars that make up the main stars just like Tweek's. It made what looked almost like a "V" shape, a semi-circle on the left tip and a full circle on the right tip of the "V" shape. Tweek blushed, looking up at Craig.
"I-I got yours…" Tweek's mouth fell open, his finger touching the red skin gently.
"Y-You…why did-"
"I just…I always want to remember you. Not even for childhood reasons. You're…the most talented and-and inspiring person I know and I always wanted to be able to look down and know you're watching over me. It…this sounds so fucking cheesy, but it's true." Tweek swallowed the sudden lump in his throat, a small smile spreading across his face.
"I…d-did we just accidentally get matching tattoos?" He breathed out, looking up at Craig. He let out a laugh, kissing Tweek's forehead.
"It seems..."
"Right." Tweek finished, closing his eyes as he leaned into Craig's embrace. He smiled against his neck, placing a few gentle kisses there.
"I love you, Tweek."
"And-and I love you, Craig. In…and in the car today I realized that I love you more." Craig blinked, pulling away to sit on the edge of the bed.
"And why do you think that?" He asked, eyebrows raised in amusement.
"B-Because when I look at you, I have butterflies every single time! It feels like I see you for the f-first time every single time! I remember when we first met! Fourth grade, I was alone on the playground. It was the first day of school. I didn't have many friends at the time because my anxiety was really bad. I was trying to take a drink of coffee from my thermos and-and as I struggled to open the damn thing it dropped from my s-shaky hands and started rolling. I-I chased after it, and-and god I was such a mess! It hit your foot and-and you bent down and picked it up. I remember seeing you and feeling breathless. I-I didn't run far so I knew it had to be from you. Then, you brushed it off and-and held it out to me! You…you even smiled a little bit at me. I-I knew from that day forward that I always wanted to make you smile! And th-that's why I love you more!" Craig closed his eyes, a small smile on his face. He grabbed Tweek's hips, tugging him to stand between his legs. He buried his face into his stomach, Tweek tangling his fingers into his hair. He bent over, placing a gentle kiss to his hair and keeping his face there. Tweek's heart fluttered as he heard him speak.
"I didn't even run that day on the playground and I still felt breathless when I first saw you."
NOTE: Hope you enjoyed this chapter of super mega fluff! I had a long day of unpacking from winter break and settling back into my apartment. Tomorrow I am dealing with twelve hours of job training, so wish mama luck as she tries not to fall asleep! Also, as always, please leave me any and ALL feedback you may have! Don't be afraid to be negative, because I've probably had the same concerned thought as you about my writing! I can only get better!