8 - So I Was Having Trouble IRL and Now I'm Sort Of Back and Since Last Chapter Was Super Short and Rushed This One Will Be Better Please Don't Leave LMAO
Butters didn't really know how it had happened, but somehow-with a string of excuses and complaints and an absolute shit ton of awkward shifting-Kendria's head had ended up in his lap. It was a rather strange sensation, having this girl with twin braids and bright blue eyes staring up at him all while desperately trying not to get an erection.
A year ago he probably wouldn't have even known what an erection was, in all honesty. His parents had sheltered him all too much, and even mentioning things sex-related was completely out of the question in private school. But here he was, an incredibly adorable girl laying down in his lap, and all he could think about was his dick.
Not that she was only laying on top of him. Kendria was sprawled out across Tweek and Craig as well. Tweek looked a bit nervous about that, and he was twitching a bit more than usual, but Craig just looked pissed off. Then again, when didn't he? It was actually a bit terrifying.
"Does anyone else want ice cream?" Kendria's melodic voice floated up to Butters' ears.
Right on cue, Butters' stomach growled and his face turned strawberry-red. "Well, um-I could go for s-something to eat."
Tweek let out a yelp. "B-but Ken, we just got—ngh-here!"
"Ken?" Butters asked. "Th-that's a kinda weird nickname for a girl."
Kendria sat up and flipped a blonde braid over her shoulder, winking. "Anyways, there's an ice cream place that's literally inside the park. So quit complaining, Twinkie."
Butters stifled a laugh. Twinkie. He stood up and stretched, taking his baby blue jacket off and tying it around his waist. It was hot outside for fall.
Craig pulled Tweek out of his seat and muttered something into the boy's ear that made him look a bit guilty, but Butters couldn't quite pick up the words.
"You coming, Leo?"
Butters looked back at Kendria, who was tapping her foot impatiently. He normally hated being called Leo or Leopold, but it sounded kind of amazing when she said it. "Yeah, I'm coming!" he called, and scuttled after her.
Craig and Tweek trailed behind them, keeping slightly out of earshot. "I didn't mean to make you feel like you did something wrong," Craig mumbled. "I was just reminding you, Butters doesn't know about Ken."
"W-well since-ngh-Kenny likes him so much, I figured-"
"He doesn't know that, either. But it's okay, you didn't know." He ruffled Tweek's fluffy hair and the two caught up with Butters and Kendria, who were already ordering ice cream. "What flavor do you want? I'll pay."
"O-oh, I don't want any!" Tweek squeaked.
Craig shrugged. "Alright. I'll take one scoop of vanilla with chocolate sprinkles-in a bowl, please. I don't really like cones."
"B-but the cones the-ngh-best part!" Tweek said, and Craig raised an eyebrow.
"Do you want one?"
"Well n-no, but-" His face went red. "I was just—ngh-saying…"
Craig smiled slightly, something he didn't do often. "I know."
He looked over at Kendria and Butters. Ken had apparently convinced Butters to share a butter pecan ice cream cone with him, and Butters went tomato-red every time he licked the ice cream. Poor kid didn't know what he was getting into, but that was his and Ken's business.
"Th-they look like they're having fun, man."
Craig tipped his head to the side. "Do you want to go to the swingset?"
Tweek snapped his wide eyes back to Craig. "We can't just-ngh-leave them alone, though! C-can we?"
"Yeah we can. They can handle themselves." He took a bite of his ice cream. "It'll be fine, Tweek. Come on."
Tweek let out a squeak as Craig took his hand. He looked from his own frigid hand to the noirette's face, but the taller boy wouldn't meet his gaze. Oh god what do I do? I'm not gay! At least I don't think so? Is he? Do I like this? Is this okay? Oh my god this is too much pressure oh my god oh my-
"You alright?" Craig asked softly.
"Ngh-yes?" His answer came out more like a question, because honestly Tweek didn't know if he was alright or not. His head was buzzing, but not like normal. It wasn't just static, it was a warm kind of buzz-he couldn't explain it to himself, or figure out what it meant.
Somewhere in the middle of the mess that was Tweek's thoughts, they'd arrived at the swingset, and Craig was sitting down in the one on the left. Tweek giggled involuntarily as he saw the boy barely fit in it.
"What?" Craig asked.
"N-nothing!" As Tweek sat in the swing next to Craig's, he found that he had outgrown these swings as well. It was strange, how time could change everything so much. It was terrifying, actually.
They sat there quietly for a moment. Craig rocked back and forth in his swing, while Tweek just clung to the chains that suspended his swing, not making an effort to move.
"D-do you think I-ngh-I could have a bit of that?" Tweek mumbled sheepishly.
"I thought you didn't want ice cream." It was a statement empty of a positive or negative emotion, normal for Craig, but it still threw Tweek off.
"W-well I just-ngh-I just want a bite…" He felt kind of like an idiot for asking. Of course Craig wouldn't-
"Are you going to take this, or just sit there?"
Tweek glanced up and saw Craig holding a spoonful of vanilla ice cream in front of his face. "Y-you don't mind using the-ngh-same spoon as me? What about-ngh-the germs, man?!"
"Tweek, just take a bite."
Tweek bit his lip and licked the ice cream off of the spoon Craig was holding out. As he pulled back, he muttered, "Well there-ngh-could have still been germs."
Craig chuckled and took a bite of his own. The twitchy little blonde could be adorable sometimes. Not adorable. I-yeah, adorable. At this point, Craig couldn't even argue with himself. He knew he was attracted to this little dork, and there was no point in trying to lie to himself. It wasn't that he was gay, it was just that-he was gay. That was it. Gay for a paranoid, coffee-addicted pianist. "You know, I've never actually listened to you play piano."
"W-well I guess you'll hear at-ngh-the recital Wednesday." The blonde spun himself around in the swing with his feet, pushing off of the little wood chips that covered the ground.
"Or...you could play for me?"
"What?! N-no-ngh-I'm not even that good!" He tugged at his hair and let out a yelp. "Besides, w-when would we-ngh-even do that? I don't have a piano!"
Craig shrugged and looked up at the clouds. "There's a piano at the studio."
"Why d-do you want me to-ngh-play piano for you anyway?"
God, he's so fucking oblivious. "Tweek, I…" Craig felt his face heating up, something that rarely ever happened. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. "I want to spend more time with you. That's all."
Tweek snorted. "Why would-ngh-anyone want to hang out with me, man?" He looked down at his hands, eyes full of spite. "I'm a mess."
"I like it. I like the mess," Craig said, inwardly facepalming. "I mean—Tweek-"
"What are you fuckwads doing over there?" a high voice called. It was Kendria, dragging Butters along behind her.
"Oh, fuck you!" Craig shouted back. A mother who was walking by with her toddler gave him a dirty look, but he couldn't care less. He had actually gotten the balls to try and ask Tweek out, and-
"What time?" Ken smirked with a wink.
Craig just rolled his eyes and got to his feet. "Got sick of the park, I assume?"
"Correct."
Butters cleared his throat. "Me and Kendria are going to the bowling alley, do you guys want to come?"
"Nah," Craig said, "I think I'll sit that out." He threw a glance back at Tweek. "You going?"
"N-ngh-no! I'll stay with Craig!" the boy squealed.
The four said their goodbyes, and Craig turned back to the jittery mess behind him. "Where do you want to go?"
"I-ngh-I'm really craving-ngh-coffee...I haven't had any since this—ngh-morning."
"Well then we'll go to your parents' coffee shop. Sound good?"
"N-no! I-well, the coffee there isn't-ngh-nevermind…" Tweek took a long breath, trying to calm down and collect his thoughts. "We should just g-go to Starbucks."
Craig raised an eyebrow but didn't question what Tweek said about Tweak Bros Coffee. "Alright, then we'll go to Starbucks. It's not too far, so I'll just leave my bike here." He laced his fingers through Tweek's once again, fighting the blush that kept trying to reach his face.
As paranoid as he was, the shorter boy didn't really seem to mind holding Craig's hand, or see a problem with it. It seemed like Tweek felt like it was normal-and that was fine with Craig.
A/N
hey, waddup, hows everyone, hows everything—uHM so yeah I didnt die. I know I was posting daily and I know the last chapter was cut off at a weird place, I was just trying to get another chapter out honestly. Ive been having some personal issues and family drama and stuff, so im trying to get back on a posting schedule (maybe daily, maybe 2 times a week, not sure atm) but uh yeah I tried to make this chapter a bit better and longer than usual, and it will be continued in a couple days! Love ya 3