Tweek had been expecting more of an impact. He had expected a long fall, that was more like floating, before a sudden and definitely painful stop. He frowned, staring up at the clouds, wondering how he could see clouds at all; he had been hoping the fall would open the door to the white world he had dreamed of at Kenny's house, that he would have found his Craig there, waiting for him with his soft smile and his eyes full of stars.
He tried to remember past the end of the song, but the static in his head made it a hard and slow process to think at all. He felt like he was swimming after his own thoughts in a substance which seemed like a cross between treacle and glue. He remembered releasing the rail, the calmness of Stark's pond stealing any fear that managed to trickle past the numbing white noise in his head. After that came a faint pain to his chest, and his breath expelling in a huge whoosh from his lungs, before his back hit the roof. He raised a hand to rub absently at his chest, trying to figure out why it had hurt so suddenly and why his breath had been stolen. He couldn't remember.
He was shaken from his slowly filtering thoughts, when he was roughly snatched from the ground and slammed into the nearest wall, which so happened to be the very wall his painting of Craig's eyes had been, though they were now smeared with dripping yellow paint. Tweek whined at the thought, weakly attempting to turn and check the artwork was alright after such an assault, despite his own attempt to erase it.
"What the hell were you just fucking thinking, Tweek?!" A familiar voice growled at him, and he ceased his efforts to turn and check the wall at his back. He slowly dragged his eyes to meet the furious glare of the boy he loved, and he felt the static in his mind increase its efforts to drown out his coherency. He smiled, wrapping his arms around Craig's neck, despite the angry grasp the other boy had on his clothing.
"I was looking for you." Tweek sighed. "It worked, I made it back. I found you." He whispered, attempting to lean forward against the pressure of Craig's arms against his chest so that he could nuzzle the other boys throat. He whined slightly when Craig only tightened his hold, keeping the little distance he could between them.
"Back where?" Craig demanded, frowning down at him. "What the hell are you-"
"No, no, no, no, no..." Tweek's eyes widened, his hands curling into claws on Craig's shoulders, as the dark haired girl appeared, fully bedecked in shadows, like the demon she was. The static in his mind stuttered, and then seemed to snap like an over-stretched elastic band. Reality flooded in, unwanted and unwelcome. "No, no, no! You can't be here! He's mine here! Go away!" He cried, squeezing his eyes tight shut and burying his face into Craig's shirt.
Craig frowned, looking over his shoulder to see what had made Tweek so suddenly switch personalities. He grimaced at the sight of his sister, hovering by the fire escape hatch. "Really, really, bad fucking timing." He said slowly, his hands loosening in Tweek's shirt to curl around his shoulder's and embrace the blond instead, hoping to reassure him and finally get some sense out of him. "Fuck off." Craig said, pointing back to the ladder with his middle finger. Chris bit her lip, hesitant to leave the two in such a state, but Craig was in no mood to listen to her with Tweek in such a state.
"You want to admire your handiwork, is that it?" He spat, his hand tangling into Tweek's wild mane, as the blond twitched fearfully at his loud tone. Craig took a deep breath, and tried again to make his sister leave. "I need you to leave now, so I can make sure he's ok. You, are freaking him out, so please; leave." He bit out, though he glared furiously at her the entire time. Chris hesitated a moment longer, before she finally nodded and headed back down the ladder, leaving the two alone to try and fix each others problems.
"Tweek," Craig said softly, though he still felt the fierce pounding of his heart. He wasn't sure how he was still standing, the shock from Tweek's almost demise still haunting him whenever he closed his eyes. He took a deep breath, and tried to calm his rapidly whirling mind, trying to make sense of the events he had witnessed since stepping onto the roof.
He remembered Tweek, his hands releasing the railing as he moved to slip from the building, and he remembered his own heart seemingly freezing mid beat in his chest. He'd been certain he was too late, and that this terrible image would be his last sight of Tweek. The blond's name had risen in his throat, a scream of denial that was never released, when a second blond head came into view.
He wasn't sure where Kenny came from, or why he wasn't even surprised to see him, appearing from nowhere with a pissed off expression on his face, his foot colliding with Tweek's chest enough to send the blond hurtling backwards onto the roof. The pissed off expression faded when he turned to Craig, a determined jab of the finger in Tweek's direction more than enough for the noiret to understand the intention, before Kenny disappeared from view once more. Craig felt a minor concern for the younger blond, but his fury and relief at Tweek had overwhelmed him, and he'd rushed to the boys side without further consideration of Kenny McCormick or his current situation. "Tweek," he tried again, stroking the blond's hair gently in an attempt to calm his haphazard sobs.
Tweek shook his head, wanting to remain buried in the feel and smell of Craig all around him. He wept for his lost haven, his private castle where he and Craig would have been together forever. All lost, crumbled beneath the girl's boot heel like the white castle had melted in his dream. He could hear Craig gently calling him, could feel his fingers carding slowly through his hair, but the weight of the guilt in his heart stopped him from being able to enjoy the touch as he would have previously. He mourned for his lost haven, whilst also feeling immensely guilty for his actions. His head, once so fuzzy from the static white noise which numbed him to the real world, was finally clear and his mindless intentions terrified him.
Although it was true his parent's would likely have just carried on as normal, it wouldn't have been fair to land that kind of guilt onto Craig's shoulders, to make the boy feel responsible for his actions. Tweek could hardly say he loved the noiret so much, if he was willing to do something so drastic without even explaining himself. Even if the noiret had already found someone else, he hadn't even thought to leave a note to state it wasn't his fault; that Tweek was just broken anyway.
"Tweek-"
"Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!" Tweek screamed, covering his ears with his hands as best he could. As much as he wanted to listen to Craig talk forever, he couldn't stand to hear such sympathy and calmness when he couldn't keep the other boy. If he was going to go with her, better for him to do it angry than kindly. "Gah! Don't you see what I am? Don't you Gah! see what I was about to do?! How can you Aargh! still be here talking to me! Just go already!" He cried, trying hard to wriggle away from Craig without actually removing his hands from his ears, in case the noiret actually whispered more sweet nothings into his ears, only to disappear with that dark haired girl once more. Tweek couldn't stand it, his heart was breaking.
"Tweek, I need you to listen to me real close..." Craig began, but he could feel Tweek shaking his head against his chest, adamantly trying to escape his tight embrace. Craig wasn't sure how to get the blond's attention. On the one hand, he was of half a mind to knock some sense into Tweek with a jab to his jaw. However on the other hand, Craig and Tweek had fought once before, and he didn't really want the blond to fight back blindly when they were on a roof. He ignored the tiny part of his heart which screamed he could never hit Tweek again, with the fiery remains of his fury at seeing the blond let go of the railing.
"Tweek!" Craig roared, finally losing patience with the blond. Tweek looked up at him, shocked enough by the noiret's loud tone of voice. "Goddammit will you fucking listen to me?!" He demanded. Tweek stared up at Craig with his wide green eyes still leaking tears from the corners. Craig clicked his tongue in annoyance, moving his arm from around Tweek's shoulders to gently wipe the tears away. Craig stared down at the blond, and felt his body relax for the first time in weeks. He let his thumb continue to rub absently over Tweek's cheek, as he frowned and tried to find the right words, now he finally had the other boys attention.
Tweek stared at Craig, his breath still caught somewhere in his gut from the older boys loud order for him to listen, despite the fact the noiret hadn't said anything else since for him to listen to. Craig's thumb on his cheek was highly distracting, and he could feel his cheek growing hot beneath the gentle touch. Craig frowned down at him with such a determination, Tweek was almost tempted to laugh at his consternation. The noiret wasn't good with communication, often taking several minutes to string even just three words together. Tweek let his eyes roam over the other boy's face, taking in the vague dark circles around his eyes, and the odd and not quite straight position of his hat.
He reached up with a shaky hand to tug the chullo into its proper place, but the movement seemed to take Craig by surprise, so lost in his staring as he had been. Craig's eyes drifted closed, as Tweek gently stroked down the slightly mussed hair, before just as gently readjusting the chullo. When his dark blue eyes reopened, Tweek's breath finally escaped him in a rush, for they seemed even deeper than the star filled ones he had drawn and destroyed on the wall behind his back.
"Tweek-"
Tweek stared with wide eyes, uncertain if he was supposed to move, as Craig's lips suddenly pressed softly but firmly against his own. His heart thudded painfully fast, a staccato beat against his rib-cage which the other boy must surely be able to feel. Tweek squeaked in surprise, a sound not unlike Stripe the fourth often made, and Craig began to withdraw, as if waking up from a dream. All at once, Tweek didn't want Craig to move at all. He flung his arms around the other boys neck and drew him close, needing to feel his body pressed against him. He pressed his mouth against Craig's once more, parting his lips to gently press his tongue against the seam of Craig's lips. When the noiret opened with a groan, Tweek felt a flood of victory flood his entire body, his soul humming with the happiness and rightness of the moment. If this was what kissing was about, then Tweek was most definitely prepared to experiment more. A lot more.
Craig was lost in Tweek's kiss. He hadn't meant to kiss the blond originally, he had been about to explain, to make sure the blond knew the truth about his shitty sister, her asshole father who he absolutely refused to associate with, about his feelings. Instead of words, came the overwhelming urge to pull the blond close, to press himself against every crevice of the other boy and make sure he had no chance to ever doubt his feelings for him again. He made no conscious thought to kiss the blond, one moment he was searching for words, the next he was lost in his green eyes and then his lips were pressing against the blond's. He almost withdrew, his senses returning just slightly at the other boys uncomfortable squeak, but Tweek had refused to allow him to retreat.
Craig's lips parted, his mouth yawning wide as he pressed closer to Tweek, attempting to devour the other boy. Tweek's fingers scrabbled desperately at his shoulders, tugging him closer before pushing him away so that he could change the angle of their kiss, before he tugged him closer once more. The cycle repeated, but Craig was lost entirely in the feeling of his tongue being tentatively stroked by Tweek's. The blond tasted like toffee, and Craig was surprised momentarily that it wasn't coffee.
Tweek began to shake, his hands sliding to cup Craig's cheeks. The unadulterated desire burning in his blood was almost boiling him alive, as he desperately tried to lick as much of Craig's mouth as his tongue could reach, trying to map the entire cavern out for his memory later. When his fingers began to twitch against Craig's cheeks, the noiret seemed to finally be made aware of his trembling, and began to withdraw from the kiss once more. Tweek whimpered, not wanting the moment to be over already, wanting to savor it, to live in it for the rest of his life.
Craig tapered small kisses to the side of Tweek's mouth, across his cheek and to his throat, relishing in the tiny gasps and pants the blond made. He smiled, pressing a final kiss to the blond's erratic pulse in his throat, before raising his head to stare fondly at the younger boy. He frowned at the apprehensive expression he was met with, deciding to immediately jump into his explanation rather than let the blond get lost in his own thoughts once more.
"Tweek, I am so sorry." Tweek's eyes snapped into sharp focus, and Craig grinned, pleased he had managed to capture the blond's utter attention so readily. "There's two reasons why. One; is that I never did that before." Craig smiled softly at the bark of surprised laughter that escaped Tweek, the blond's hands rushing to his mouth to silence himself even as his eyes began to water. "The second, well it's a lot longer than that..." He reluctantly removed one hand from Tweek, though he felt a thrill of pleasure course through him at the displeased frown he received from Tweek, when he was no longer touching him with both hands. He dug into his pocket for his phone, pulling the device out and opening up his messages. "This," he said, gently removing Tweek's hand from his shoulder and placing the phone into it, the countless messages he had sent to the blond open and ready for him to scroll through. "It's every message I sent you over the past few weeks... I'm sorry you didn't get them. I'm sorry I was an ass, and I didn't come find you right away. I thought you were avoiding me..."
Tweek scrolled through the messages, his finger shaking each time he lifted it from the screen. His heart pounded, his pulse soared, his mind raced with the impossibility of it all, as well as the remnants of the other boys kiss. He snapped his head up when Craig trailed off uncertainly, catching the noiret rub at his neck awkwardly. He frowned, glancing back at the phone before offering it back to the boy.
"Wh-"
"She's not what you think." Craig said suddenly, his phone forgotten in Tweek's hand as the noiret grasped Tweek's shoulders roughly, squeezing as if desperate for Tweek to believe him. "She's not my girlfriend... she never would have been anyway, because I already had you..." Craig rambled briefly, before turning red and clearing his throat. Tweek almost laughed at his expression, so obviously horrified to have been so emotionally involved that he lost control of his tongue. The noiret's face twisted, as if the next words he wanted to say were already leaving a bad taste in his mouth. "She's... my sister, Tweek. She's my twin sister, and she's an asshole, like... urgh, our father. And please don't make me repeat any of that, I feel dirty enough just from saying it once."
Tweek felt his pounding heart stutter to a halt in his chest, and he slowly raised a hand to rub at it absently. He stared at Craig, a pressure building in his head as the words sank in to his mind. Not my girlfriend. I already had you. Tweek moved his hand from his chest slowly, stretching it out until it collided gently with Craig's head. Tears dripped from his eyes uncontrollably, and he bit his lip to contain a sob as the pressure in his head finally burst, his emotions overwhelmed by the relief and happiness.
"You're such an asshole..." Tweek whispered, laughing lightly at his own words. He leaned forward and allowed his forehead to collapse onto the noiret's chest. "All this time, I thought that you weren't interested, that you had moved on and this was nothing but fake to you... You never told me about her..."
"I never told anyone about her," Craig quickly said, uncertain if things were going well or badly now that he was unable to see Tweek's emotionally expressive eyes. "It's not like she's a secret or anything, I just don't talk about her. She was in nursery with us, but the asshole, her... urgh, I can't believe I have to say it again," he sighed, closing his eyes as he barely suppressed a shiver of disgust. His mouth twisted in displeasure at the thought of the words, let alone forcing them through. "Our, urgh, father... he didn't agree with the court's assigning sole custody to our mom after their divorce. He was a drunk, a mean drunk, and he hit mom more times than I honestly like to remember... He snuck in one day when she was at work, hit the babysitter with a baseball bat and grabbed Chris. Soon as he reached for me I screamed while I tried to get the hell away from him, and it was lucky as hell that mom came home early and heard me. Asshole cut his losses and made of with Chris, which killed a part of my mom, but; she saved me, and she focused on that even as she tried to get Chris back. After years of getting nowhere we kinda accepted we were never gonna find her though."
Tweek turned his face, still leaning against Craig's chest, listening to the noiret's racing heart as he explained his family history to him. Tweek couldn't imagine the pain of losing a sibling, especially a twin, they were supposed to be even more connected then normal siblings, or so he had read. "Jesus Christ..." He whispered, twitching violently. A hand instantly settled in his hair, calming him immediately, and he pressed closer into Craig's chest in response.
"She turned up herself, a few weeks back. Said she ran away and she missed us so much." Craig scoffed, gritting his teeth briefly at what he could only assume were more lies to instill herself into their lives. "When she started School with us, I planned to introduce you both, but she kept getting carried away with everyone we walked past, and it was like every single thing she wanted to do I had to be there for. Then I finally got you two together, and it was only for like, minutes. You were so kind, and let her borrow your phone; trusting her because she was new and I she was with me..." Craig growled, his hand tightened in Tweek's hair. "And right away,it was class time. She did it then, best as I can tell. She switched your sim for a spare one, and re-saved my number on it. Every time we text each other these past weeks; everything went to her, and it was like this chasm was there between us..."
Tweek finally raised his head from Craig's chest, meeting the dark blue eyes he had so recently dreamed about. "I s-should have come talk to you." He admittedly lowly, his eyes quickly lowering shamefully. "Every time I saw her beside you, there was this... this pain, this ache where my heart was supposed to be. Except, the more I saw her, always right beside you, the more my heart just seemed to disappear entirely. Everything hurt, all the time, and I started skipping class because I couldn't even handle seeing you alone anymore... She was so imprinted on all my thought's of you, I..." Tweek swallowed heavily, his throat bobbing slightly with the action. "Then, I had this dream when I was at Kenny's last nigh-"
"You were at McCormick's?" Craig demanded suddenly, holding Tweek at arm length as he stared down at the blonde. Tweek nodded mutely, surprised by the sudden outburst. "I'm gonna fucking kill him, that fucking little asshole. I goddamn knew it!"
"W-What..?" Tweek squeaked, confused by Craig's sudden irritation.
"McCormick text me last night, replied to my asking everyone where you were." Craig frowned down at him. "I tried to call you, and Chris's phone rang. Three times. So I figured, all was not as it seemed... Soon as I worked out what she had done; I had to see you. I wanted to explain it all right there Tweek, but you goddamn ran away! So I text everyone we know, even Cartman, and asked them to let me know if they found you. McCormick text me late last night... but he wouldn't tell me where you were."
Tweek chuckled nervously, uncertain how to feel about Kenny's apparent late night talk with Craig, but certainly feeling awkwardly ashamed of himself for panicking so thoroughly at the shop when he saw Craig and his, sister. He shivered unconsciously, not sure he would ever be used to the idea of Craig having an, apparently evil, twin sister. He fiddled with a non existent thread on his shirt. "Well, I wasn't exactly in the best way by that point..." Tweek confessed. Craig frowned, and Tweek resolved to explain the best he could.
"I, when I saw you coming to the shop, all I could think was this was finally it; you were coming to say it was over. And I couldn't take it, I couldn't stand the thought of it! Of her!" Tweek fumed, his breathing erratic as he tried to explain his emotions and reasoning at the time. "It was like there was this, white noise in the background and, it was both weirdly calming but also terrifying as hell. I ran all the way to Stark's Pond, and I just sat there looking at the stars, thinking of you, until I realized I couldn't stay there anymore." Tweek finally drew a deep breath, trying to calm himself so he could remember things properly, rather than just shadows of the memories. "Kenny found me, and I went to his because, well, I figured it'd be the last place you would look for me..." He admitted sheepishly, glancing up to see Craig frowning flatly, clearly unimpressed with the blond's confession.
"I don't know how long it was before I fell asleep, but I had one of the most fucked up dreams I have ever had dude, and that's saying something for me." Craig nodded his head, understanding that Tweek's lack of sleep was both a blessing and a curse. A curse because he was so often sporting such dark circles around his eyes, and suffered paranoia to the extreme. A blessing, because Tweek's dreams were more fucked up than an elephant that tried to fuck a pig.
"I can't explain it, so I'm not gonna try." Tweek said, looking away with a faint blush to his cheeks. Craig allowed one of his thumbs to drift to the rosy skin once more, gently stroking it while the blond attempted to explain what he could. "I don't know, it was like a fog in my head. It made everything seem all, floaty?" He said uncertainly, before nodding his head. "And it was like this static was just, always there; it was blocking everything. It cut off all the pain, but it took away all my rational thought's too... I was kinda, still asleep, if that makes sense? And then this morning, at my parents shop, I heard this song... it all just kind of clicked together somehow."
"What song..?" Craig asked, his curiosity immediately spiking because of Tweek's blush darkening.
"Doesn't matter..." Tweek mumbled, before clearing his throat. Craig made a mental note to ask repeatedly until the other finally caved once they were finished on the damn roof. "I just remembered this key from my dream, and it was all twisted; and I could only think that the key was twisted, was sick, because of me. Because I was trying so hard not to let you go, that it was making everything I felt for you all twisted and, I had to let you go to make the key better again, so I could use it to find you in the castle from my dream..."
Craig was silent for a moment, thoughtfully watching the nervously twitching blond. "You realize that without you actually explaining your dream, this is a thousand times harder for me to understand..?" He finally asked. Tweek flushed a deep pink, and nodded his head at the ground. Craig sighed, and slipped his thumb beneath the blond's chin, raising his head even though the blond stubbornly kept his eyes on the ground. Craig smiled despite himself, pecking a small kiss to a rosy cheek before he spoke again. "I don't think the key was sick and twisted because of you Tweek, I don't think you did anything wrong. Well, except for the whole suicide thing, which we are so talking about later." Tweek rolled his eyes, but finally met his gaze afterwards, admittedly looking sheepish.
"I think maybe the key was both of us, I think deep down, you knew something was off with the whole situation." Craig said. Tweek frowned, not liking the simplicity of the explanation, nor the implications behind it. "I think, that key, if you could see it now; wouldn't be sick and twisted anymore." Craig said assuredly. Tweek wasn't entirely convinced, but he let Craig believe the idea, deciding it was after all, a much better conclusion than his own had been.
"So, your um..." Tweek began, gesturing towards the ladder briefly. "Your sister, is there a reason for all this stuff she put us through, or uh, is she just..." Tweek gestured to his head and looped his finger a couple times, poking his tongue out as he crossed his eyes. Craig's burst of laughter was entirely worth the effort, despite Tweek already knowing that it was unlikely the girl was crazier than he was.
"Ahem, yeah actually, yeah..." Craig chuckled, trying to curb his laughter. Tweek just smiled, and leaned back against the wall behind him. "Asshole heard about us." Tweek blinked twice, gesturing between himself and Craig, and frowning at the confirming nod he received. "Yep. Skeeter happened to be buying some stock from him, and he mentioned you and I were doing really well. After that I expect he plied him with freebies to keep him talking, and he sent Chris down to break us up, to 'fix things' as Chris keeps calling it." Craig scowled.
Tweek's heart thudded painfully, the thought of losing Craig a very real pain in his chest. He tried to push it aside, but Craig clearly saw straight through his efforts, leaning close to trail his nose against Tweek's. "Like it's even possible to fix something," Craig murmured, his mouth slowly lowering towards Tweek's. "When it's not even broken." Tweek felt his heart speed up, crashing hard against his chest, as Craig's lips settled softly over his own. His eyes locked onto Craig's dark blue orbs, which were watching his reaction closely, as if staring straight into his soul.
Tweek whimpered, and Craig could feel the heat building in his gut as his arousal grew. He licked at the seam of Tweek's lips, eager to taste him once more. Tweek opened willingly, his green eyes vibrant but just tinted with the beginnings of lust, as he stared up at Craig. He desperately wanted to hear more of those sounds from the blond. He curled one hand into the blonds hair, the other around his waist, pulling him tightly against him. Tweek arched against him of his own accord, seemingly just as eager as Craig was to feel their bodies pressed as close together as possible. He drew his lips away from the blond's, softly kissing across his jaw to his neck as Tweek tangled a hand into his hair, knocking his chullo hat to the floor.
"Nngh!" Tweek gasped, like a softer version of his usual twitchy outbursts. Craig's lips were like fire against his skin, the throat of his neck too sensitive to the foreign touch of the noiret's soft kisses. "Nngh! Craig!" He murmured, almost grinding himself upwards as heat began to pool in his groin. As much as he had dreamed of this moment, as much as he desperately hated the thought of Craig's lips ever leaving his skin, he didn't want to lose his virginity on the School roof, which he was going to do soon, if he didn't stop things now.
"Craig," he forced out, weakly pressing against the other boys chest. Craig moved away willingly enough, his expression slightly dazed and his eyes glazed as his brow creased in confusion that Tweek refused to admit looked adorable on the older boy. "I... I don't think we should do this... here..." He eventually stuttered, feeling his face turn what he was sure was a deep shade of red.
"..." Craig hesitated a moment, before clearing his throat and stepping back from Tweek, though he made sure to catch a hold of the blond's hand as he moved. Tweek looked incredibly pleased by this, and even more so when Craig raised their linked hands and kissed each of Tweek's fingers with lingering kisses. Craig tried to breath, but his chest felt clogged. The smothering sensation grew, his temperature rising until he almost felt sick with the need to speak. "I-love-you." He blurted hurriedly, feeling his face burn with embarrassment at such an emotional display. Tweek stared at him, his mouth slightly slack from surprise, before the blond's eyes seemed to clear a little and he grinned shyly.
"I love you too, Craig." Tweek said quietly, lowering his eyes as he bit his bottom lip. He glanced up through his lashes, almost laughing at the smug aura surrounding Craig from hearing his feelings were returned. "Do you, Gah! I mean... would you like Aargh! ditch today, and come over my house?" Tweek asked, his voice catching briefly until he cleared his throat. "I, my, gah! Ahem, my parents will be out at the shop til, um... later..."
Craig couldn't stop the grin from splitting his face, for once not even caring how goofy he looked. "Sure." He said, though his heart raced at the very thought. He didn't know what to expect at Tweek's house, but knowing how the other boy felt about him, knowing that the blond finally knew how he felt, was enough to make him giddy with unfamiliar happiness.
Tweek ducked down to collect Craig's hat from where it fell to the ground, using the moment to hide his red face. He wasn't sure what to expect, but he for once felt like he was looking forward to finding out.
"Tweek," Craig asked, as the blond replaced his chullo hat atop his head.
"Mhmm?" Tweek responded vaguely.
"What's with all the creepy stalker paintings up here?" Tweek groaned, glancing around at the half destroyed artwork. He felt a moment of sadness, as he turned to look at his favorite picture of Craig's eyes. The paint smearing the art was smudged clear across the painting, but thinly, as if looking at the piece through yellow sunglasses. Tweek's shirt felt oddly heavy, and he sighed at the thought of having to explain it to his parents later. "I like this one." Tweek blushed hard enough that he felt the heat from his cheek's on his shoulders. Craig's comment filled him with confidence and he tugged lightly on their joined hands.
"I'll show you the proper copy, I have a photo at home." Tweek said, leading Craig to the ladder that lead down the side of the School. He scrambled down quickly, with Craig following right after him. He glanced briefly back to the roof, making a mental note to clean up properly when he came back to School, tomorrow. He grinned as Craig too his hand again, leading him around the School. There was a crowd out the front, which covered their leaving easily.
Although Tweek half wanted to see what was going on, he was much more invested in spending an entire day alone with Craig, with no interruptions from the outside world. The thought made his heart skip a beat. Tweek began humming to himself, his excitement building as he sneaked glances at Craig every so often.
"Oh my god!" Stan Marsh's voice cut across the crowd, which parted enough for Tweek to just spot an orange parka jacket. "Someone killed Kenny!"
"Those bastards!" Kyle Broflovski's angry cry seemed to echo around them, and Tweek paused briefly to consider going over and asking what had happened. He looked up at Craig, who was staring at the scene himself with a kind of shocked disbelief. Tweek chuckled without amusement, tugging Craig gently along the path, away from the School and the crowd.
"I'll just ask him about it tomorrow." Tweek said, beginning to hum to himself as he led Craig to his house. Craig raised a brow at the blond, but ultimately said nothing. Tweek laughed lightly, knowing that he seemed crazy to the noiret at the moment. But in hours he would forget that Kenny McCormick had died, and Tweek would not. He looked forward to being able to tell the younger blond about the things he had missed, and just hoped that the pervert wasn't watching in some magic mirror down in Hell, when he finally got Craig back to his house.
Tweek continued to hum to himself the whole way to his house, Craig not once interrupting him to ask about it, seeming content just to listen to him. When they finally reached his door, he fumbled one handed with the key, unwilling to release Craig lest it the noiret disappear in a burst of glitter like in his dream. He slammed the door behind them once they were inside, and led the other boy to his room with a racing heart and a rapidly sweaty palm. He hummed quietly, as he threw his things on the floor, and stood awkwardly in his room, not sure what he was supposed to do next.
Craig stared down at Tweek, not entirely certain what to do now he was here in Tweek's house, in Tweek's room, with Tweek looking so utterly awkward and still humming the song he wouldn't tell him about. He sighed and dropped his things to the floor by Tweek's, lowering his head to touch his forhead to the blond's. Tweek smiled shyly at him, his hands coming to rest around his neck as Craig's own hands settled around the blond's waist. Tweek's smile grew, his humming louder until he stopped suddenly and laughed lightly. He looked up at Craig with clear green eyes that stole his breath, unable to stop himself from returning the sappy smile to the blond.
"Only you." Tweek breathed.
And then he kissed him.
A/N:~ Wow... that's gotta be like, a record for me. Not only completed but completed in like, what - a week and a bit? Shit man, I'm getting the hang of this at last!
Ok, so that part done; I wanted to thank EVERYONE who read this; your continued support was a huge motivation for me to crack on with this, and I can't thankyou enough for joining me on this journey.
Thankyou.
Please let me know what you think, and if you would like to maybe see the companion fic some day (it's smut)
x My love to you all x