Craig could hear an irritating, persistent knocking at his door. He knew it was morning, but he didn't want to go back to school- He hadn't talked to Clyde or Token since he started 'dating' Tweek, and he wasn't sure how they'd react. He could tell them the truth, but it would risk exposing them to everyone; this would surely be too much pressure for Tweek. He pulled the covers over his head and flipped the door off as the knocking got louder.
"Craig, wake up! Your boyfriend's here!" Tricia's voice rang out loudly. Craig's little sister seemed very natural about their arrangement; she'd already mentioned that she wanted to be an aunt, much to Craig's disdain. The tall boy reluctantly scraped himself out of bed. Clyde normally walked to his house in the morning so Craig would give him a ride, and the raven-haired boy had asked Tweek to meet him so they could go to school together... This was going to be an interesting ride.
He threw on the same kind of clothes he normally wore and grabbed his backpack before exiting his room, stopping only when he noticed Tweek's shaking form standing at the bottom of the stairs. He looked like a wreck, and his yellow shirt was drenched with coffee. The pair of shifty olive eyes quickly darted in Craig's direction.
"G-gah! C-Craig... I came like you t-told me to..." Craig descended halfway down the steps, ignoring Tweek's normal twitchiness for the time being.
"What happened to your clothes?" Craig asked this, but he could easily guess from context. He could smell the warm scent of coffee in the air... The blond was efficiently turned into a walking mocha air freshener. His eyes darted around once again as he went into another spell of muscle spasms.
"J-Jesus! I-I'm just... sort of nervous to see how your f-friends are gonna react to all this...I-I ended up losing control of my arm and spilled it on myself on the way here...!" Craig felt himself make a face at that statement. 'your friends'... Tweek really felt like an outsider around them. The raven shook the thought off before catching the blond's shaky wrist and starting to walk back up the stairs.
"C'mon, you can borrow one of my shirts." Token wasn't as likely to make a huge fuss about these things, but he knew Clyde would pick everything apart. Even if he didn't mean it negatively, he had a way of being an asshole to Tweek. At least a clean shirt would subtract one teasing subject. The caffeine addict followed, but protested quietly.
"Ch-Christ Craig, I'm fine...!"
"Relax, Tweek. 'S just a shirt." Craig wasn't sure why Tweek was so nervous around him, but he wasn't going to let the lanky kid freeze out there with a wet shirt on. He brought him into his room, closing the door behind them in case Tricia came back upstairs. The last thing they needed was Tweek to be even more nervous around Craig's family. The taller male dug through the pile of clean clothes piled in his computer chair until he found a shirt he didn't mind losing in case the 'gnomes' started stealing shirts.
"Here," he stated flatly, handing Tweek the black and blue t-shirt. He paused before offering a small smile and accepting. Craig watched as he spun around on his heel to face the door rather than his 'boyfriend', removing his coffee-stained shirt. The raven-haired boy couldn't help but wonder why, they'd been shirtless around each other plenty of times... but he chose not to question it. As the blond started pulling his newly gifted shirt on, footsteps rang up the stairs. Before they had a chance to react, the door swung open and in stepped a very hyperactive Clyde.
"Crai- ... Oh." His eyes widened a little and he paled when he noticed Tweek struggling with putting his shirt on. He sputtered an apology, clearly assuming the worst. Craig quickly darted to him and grabbed him by the back of the shirt before he could flee, possibly alerting his parents that something's up. Craig's parents did not trust him with significant others in his room.
"Dude, chill. We're not even doing anything." He closed the door again, this time with Clyde inside, before giving Tweek's shirt a tug to pull it down. "What the fuck, dude? Shirts are not this hard." The blond uttered an embarrassed apology, tugging his tie in the midst of another muscle spasm. Craig turned to his best friend once more, noticing the lingering look of panic in his eyes as he stared them down. Clyde wasn't afraid to start crying when his emotions got the best of him- just like in elementary school- so Craig knew he had to act fast to figure out what was bothering the brunette to prevent the waterworks. Returning to his side, he spoke quietly so Tweek couldn't hear them. "Dude, what's wrong?"
"I heard about you and Tweek, but I thought it was just a stupid rumor..."
"Clyde, dude, I can explain-"
"Why didn't you tell me first?" There it was. A stream of tears soaked his freckled face. Craig was more confused than anything- why did Clyde care enough to react like this?
"It all just sorta happened- I know it's weird, but-" Clyde cut him off.
"I don't care that you're ass fucking Tweek, but you're supposed to tell me these things! I shouldn't have to find them out from school gossip!" ... Oh. Clyde was just playing the role of the narcissist best friend, of course. He honestly hadn't considered that Clyde would get his feelings hurt; they normally told each other about things like relationships before making anything official. Regardless, Craig flipped him off before returning to Tweek to let the emotional boy cry it out. the blond watched anxiously from his spot on the other side of the room.
"Ch-Christ, what's he crying about now?" Craig shook his head.
"Nothing important." This might have seemed harsh, but Clyde really did cry about ridiculous things nowadays. It didn't help that someone told him chicks dug 'sensitive' guys, which only enabled him even more. Craig knew how this would go: he'd calm down, call Craig gay and then ask too many personal questions when he stopped being butthurt. The raven sort of preferred this stage of his 'grieving'. Craig threw his backpack back over his shoulders before taking Tweek's hand and guiding him back out of the room. By the hurried footsteps behind him, they assumed Clyde had calmed down a little.
He bid a quick goodbye to his mom in the form of a raised middle finger before leading his small group out to his car: a gorgeous blue Honda S2000. Craig adored that car... Almost as much as Stripe the 6th. Craig hovered by the car for a moment before slipping to the passenger side with Tweek. The blond watched him curiously, a slight pink veil covering his face as the taller boy released his hand and opened the door for him.
"Y-you didn't- u-uhm-...!" Tweek's eyes darted nervously between Craig and Clyde. He'd assumed Clyde was going to have shotgun, and by the look on the brunette's face, he wasn't the only one. Craig, on the other hand, didn't seem to pick up on context clues.
"... C'mon, dude. I wanna stop at Harbuck's to get a bagel. You can get a coffee." He noticed the other boy's olive eyes light up at the word 'coffee', forcing an understanding smile. He really shouldn't be enabling his coffee addiction, but it's not like he won't find coffee somewhere else- not to mention how stressful today was going to be for him. The raven-haired boy could easily flip anyone off who gave him a hard time or asked too many questions- like Clyde- but Tweek would likely end up pulling his hair out or screaming. The blond slowly shifted into the front seat with one last glance to Clyde, who stomped to the back seat as if he were banished. Craig simply ensured all of Tweek's limbs were in the car before shutting the door and taking his place on the driver's side.
After a car ride full of repetitive questions from Clyde and violent, stress-induced spasms from Tweek, they finally made it to school. Craig parked next to Token's strikingly purple Corvette, like he always did, peering through the window to see the music-lover dancing in the driver's seat. Tweek let out an audible sigh, continuing to sip his coffee. He was clearly stressed about people's opinions of him... or, at least stressed from all the attention. He was out of the car before Craig had a chance to pull the same cheesy door game, warranting a small laugh from the former, and Clyde dashed past the other boys to tap on Token's window.
"Token! Bro! Token!" The tall boy jumped harshly at the sudden pecking, clearly caught up in his tunes. turning the radio down he stepped out of his Corvette, only to be greeted by a violent squeeze from the freckle-faced brunette. "Token. Our boy's grown up." The jet-haired boy merely chortled, shoving him away and playfully messing up his mop-hair.
"Guessing it's true, then?" He turned to Craig and Tweek, who watched the display somewhat uneasily. The raven nodded, wrapping an arm around the blond as if claiming him. He had to make this realistic if they were going to convince their closest friends. Tweek merely jumped, darting his olive eyes around violently before slowly ceasing his shivering. Craig made a mental note that his new 'boyfriend' seemed to like this sort of attention.
"Those Asian chicks really outed us." Token approached his slightly shorter friend, messing around with the chullo hat he always wore in a playful way.
"It's the right hat, and the right dorky haircut, but I dunno Clyde... It doesn't seem like the right angsty teen. He might've gotten confused with another one." The jet-haired boy shot him a lighthearted grin to let him know he was just joking, receiving a raised middle finger as a result. He turned to check on Tweek, only to find Clyde harassing him.
"Guess this makes us like, in-laws, eh Tweekers? Gonna start hanging out with us more?"
"G-gah! Jesus Ch-Christ, I don't know... This is too much pressure!" The blond started to shake and wriggle around, only to be reigned in by Craig. He shifted his hand down to Tweek's waist, pulling him closer to his chest in an attempt to calm his spasms; The coffee-addict continued to yank at his tie nervously.
"Fuck off, Clyde." This was going to be an excruciatingly frustrating day if even their gang was acting like this.