(A/N: January 27th, 2018: Hey everyone! Thank you all for being so patient with this chapter, I'm so sorry it has been a hectic week for me. It's been filled with many ups, downs, and what the hells. I was going to finish this chapter last night but got a surprise visit from my fiance (he drove an hour to my college just to see me!) Anyways without further a due, here is the chapter you've all been waiting for)

Chapter 8: The Truth Comes Out of the Closet

Tweek's POV

The ride to McDonald's wasn't too long, but the silents made it feel much longer than I thought it would. I had a ton of questions cycling through my head, mostly about what was about to happen. What did Craig want to talk to me about, and only me about? Normally when we talk, it's about things that everyone in the group would be able to know. Was he going to tell me we couldn't be friends anymore and leave me to fend for myself in a McDonald's at North Park? I don't know a single person in North Park, but I do have my cell phone so I could call my mother in case Craig left me for dead. But then my mother would be pissed that I skipped the second half of school! Was this whole lunch a bad idea? Wait, did Craig want to talk to me because Damien was doing the same thing to him that he was doing to me, and it freaked him out so much he would never speak to me again? I honestly don't know if Damien has even been talking to Craig, I sure as hell hope not. The things that Damien has been having me see during class has been too much for me to handle. The cutesy stuff wasn't too bad, that I was able to deal with. It was the raunchy stuff, the stuff that would give me a boner during class that I wasn't able to handle it. I would have to leave class and think about my grandmother naked until it went away, and I've had to do that about 10 times this month. I was lost in thought about the daydreams that Damien could have possibly put in Craig's head when I finally felt the car stop.

"Are we going inside?" I asked, Craig as I noticed he was pulled into a parking spot instead of next to a drive thru screen.

"I'm not really a big fan of eating in my car, I don't like having Leroy smell or be too dirty. Is that okay?"

"Y-yeah." No, it wasn't okay. I hated having to order my own food, no matter where we were. Drive-thrus were so much easier because you didn't have to talk to a real person. It was still anxiety inducing, but it wasn't as bad as talking face to face to someone you haven't ever talked to before. We got out of the car and headed inside the tiny McDonald's, where the floor was dirty and sticky, and there were only about 5 booth tables to sit down in. I have eaten McDonald's before, but the last time I had eaten it was when I was about nine years old. My parents didn't eat out almost ever, and since they work at the shop constantly I either eat at the coffee shop or make my own food at home. I stared down the menu, not sure what to get. I've heard so many bad things about McDonald's and the health, I didn't want something that would give me food poisoning and kill me.

"Do you know what you want?"
"N-no….n-not really."

"Tweek, when was the last time you had McDonald's?"
"Eight…...eight years ago."

"Shit, really?" I nodded, and he let out a long sigh. Was he pissed at me for not having McDonald's? "Do you like beef, chicken, or fish more?"

"Uh…C-Chicken?" Craig went up to the counter, and I tailed behind him.

"Hi, how are you?" He asked the middle aged behind the counter, who just greeted him with a nod. "Can I get a double quarter pounder with cheese meal, large with a chocolate shake? Can I also get a McChicken meal, medium and a large coffee black to go with that." Craig finished ordering, and payed for me. I was so ecstatic about the fact that he was ordering for me, but that's why he's such a great guy. He knows how nervous I get about talking to people, so a lot of the time when I'm around him in public he or one of the other guys do the talking for me. How was I so lucky to get friends like them?

Our order came up in about two minutes tops, and we sat down at one of the tiny booths. He sat across from me, and handed me my food. I unwrapped my sandwich, sniffed it, and took a small bite. It wasn't very flavorful, or any flavor in general actually. It was food though, and I was thankful for Craig paying for it for me. Even though I got paid for my work at the coffee shop, they put all of my pay into a savings account for college. I've even been told if I didn't go to college, I wouldn't get any of that money again and it would go back into the coffee shop. I saw that as completely unfair, but I can't really argue against my parents can I? I snapped out of my thoughts, and focused on Craig who was stuffing his face with his much larger burger.

"So...what did you want to talk to me about?" I couldn't wait much longer, but I could see he wanted it. He put down his burger, swallowed, and took a sip of his milkshake before he started to speak.

"Well….I'm really nervous to start talking about this, but I've been thinking about it for a while now. Do you remember when we were younger and we fake dated because of the Japanese girls?"

"How could I forget?"

"Well, uh…." His face started to get red and he started to fluster up a little bit. I was patient with him though, and let him continue to speak. I didn't want him to know my own anxiety was welling up inside me. My heart was starting to beat out of my chest, my pulse was quickening, and I could feel some blood flowing to my face. This could either go really well, or really bad. I don't think I'm prepared for either. "I've been thinking about that lately, and I was wondering if….. you would want to do it again?"

"F-fake date? Again?"
"Yeah, but like….for real." I thought Craig was the king of smooth. You could talk to him about anything and he'd always have a smooth answer or comment. This was the most flustered I've ever seen him, and then that comment made me realize that all that smoothness was a disguise for the public. I couldn't help but giggle a bit.

"Then it wouldn't be fake dating, would it be?"

"No, I guess it wouldn't."

"So you're asking me out, am I correct?" I was so excited and nervous at the same time, but I was trying to be as calm and cool as possible.

"Yes."

"Would we consider this our first date?"

"I mean….if you want to?"
"It's pretty cheap for a first date." I was just teasing him at this point, because I couldn't help but find this funny. Craig Tucker, one of the most emotionless, monotoned, cool kids is asking me out! I've been wanting this day forever, but I can't believe it's actually happening! I was so excited that the nerves went away, and I could be the cool and collected one for once.

"Fuck you." He flipped me the bird, and we both let out a giggle. "If you want, I'll take you on a real date. We can get dressed up and go somewhere fancy and shit if you really want."

"You don't have to do that, I was messing with you. McDonald's is fine by me."

"Well if this is our first date, let's go do something else as well after this."

"Where else were you thinking?"

"Let's go to Stark's Pond." So with that, we finished eating with grins plastered on our faces. It took me a bit longer to eat than him, but he didn't mind waiting for me to finish my food. Again, neither of us really talked during the drive back to Stark's Pond. I'm the type of person who likes to think during car rides, staring out the window and watching the trees go by. Did Craig really ask me out? Was I dreaming, or was this real? My feelings were welling up inside, and all I wanted to do was jump and scream! I should wait until I get home to do that though, because I don't want to freak Craig out. I don't want him to know much I've wanted this for years secretly.

When we finally got to Stark's pond, we walked over and sat right by the edge of the water. It was a beautiful October day, with the leaves starting to change colors into beautiful oranges, reds, and browns. The pond was surrounded by nature's beauty, as though it was a painting backdrop. For a few minutes, neither Craig or I spoke. We just watched the light waves form on the ponds from the gust of wind, and the mini tornados pick up leaves and flutter them about. For a few minutes, I didn't think about anything that had happened or anything that was going to happen.

I looked over at Craig, who's face seemed focused on the waves in the pond. His midnight black hair was peaking out of his blue chullo, framing his face ever so nicely. His hazel eyes watched, glistening in the midday sunlight. Was it okay for me to just admire him like this now, since he asked me out? Is this even still real? What if it's a fake, and he's just doing this off of a dare his friends told him to do? What if he's going to confess it was a dare in front of the whole school, leaving me the fool?!

"Tweek, you alright?" Craig looked over at me as I realized I was hyperventilating.

"Y-yeah. I'm fine… I just can't believe that today is real." He gave me a gentle smile, which is something I've rarely seen out of him. A question from earlier popped into my head, and I asked it before I even realized. "Did Damien convince you to ask me out?" That smile Craig has on his face quickly vanished and his glance changed direction, now staring at the pond. He inhaled deeply before he spoke.

"Damien didn't convince me to do shit, Tweek. He did get into my head, yes, but he didn't convince me to do anything. He helped me figure out I was hiding my sexuality, which I guess was right. I've never been attracted to any of the girls at our school, no matter how much any of them wanted me as their dumb trophy boyfriend." I could hear the aggression in his voice as he said that last sentence, but I knew exactly what he meant. The girls weren't exactly secretive about crushes or relationships, and many of them wanted Craig. It was like a prize that was unattainable, and the girls were in a competition to see who could get him first. Everyone knew about it.

"So, did you see visions too?"

"Yeah, most of them I didn't want to see."

"Me either. He took it way too far a lot of the time."

"Agreed." Craig giggled. "And with me it was always in Chemistry class."

"He did it to me during English." I could count the times where I would have to leave just to get those thoughts out of my head, until I pretty much told Damien to fuck off. "That fucking asshole, it felt like he was torturing us instead of trying to bring us together."

"Well, he is a demon. He doesn't know much else besides torture." My train of thought stopped dead in its track, and a moment of silence came and went.

"I forgot he's a demon. Why did I ever think to trust a demon?!"

"He doesn't seem that bad, honestly. It seems as though he's trying to have a heart."

"But it doesn't work, Craig!"

"Well, we're together now aren't we? It did somehow kind of work." Another silence filled the air, making it dense.

"So you wouldn't have asked me out if it wasn't for Damien? Do you even actually like me?"

"What? Yes, I do Tweek!"

"What do you like about me?"

"I like your smile. You don't smile very often, but when you do it lights up the whole room. I like your laugh, because it's contagious and honestly makes my heart melt. I like your eyes, because they are gateways to your mind and I want to explore them. And most importantly, I like who you are. Every little bit that creates the guy that you are, I like."

"C-Craig…" I could feel a tear coming through, but I wiped it away quick enough for him not to notice. That….that was the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. It wasn't much, but it was perfect. "T-thank you." He scooted closer to me, and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. Our eyes met, and in that moment I could feel my heart melting. There was a spark, a fire that I could feel burning inside of me. He leaned his face towards mine, and before I knew it his lips were pressed against mine.

His lips tasted like chocolate milkshake, which was a nice change from alcohol. I could see the fireworks in the backs of my eyelids, and angels were singing in my ears. I knew that was a figment of my imagination, but this kiss was everything I wanted out of life and more. At that moment, I didn't care about anyone in the world besides Craig. I didn't care about anything in the world besides being in that very moment, with his lips kissing mine. Everything was peaceful, which is something I'm not used to. I could definitely get used to this, though.

(A/N January 27th, 2018: So was that Chapter to lovey-dovey for you? Did it seem like too much of a fairy tale? Well don't worry, things are going to take a much darker turn soon (Mwahaha!). Stay tuned!)