The Tucker residence was, by most people's standards, a nice home. The yard was filled with a white sheet of snow, untouched by footprints, almost as though it was a vacant house. That is, until you laid your eyes on the sidewalk and driveway, and realized that they were pristinely cleared.
Craig was used to coming home from school and being greeted by silence. Which is why he was surprised to open the front door and immediately hear the sound people. He walked into the living room and saw his father and 5 of his friends chatting and drinking beers. Amongst them were Randy, Roger, Stuart, Steven, and one person that Craig didn't recognize.
Craig walked past the living area and went into the kitchen, where his mother was pacing around. The aroma of chicken filled the air, and the sight of pizza rolls caught Craig's eye. He went to snatch one, but his mother smacked his hand. "Those are for our guests." She was very clearly in a horrendous mood.
"Don't you mean the drunken idiots who are stinking up our living room?"
She glared at him. He rolled his eyes and grabbed a bottle of water. "Anyways, who's that one guy with dad?" He was still curious at this point.
"Which one?"
"The real tall one? Dark hair, curly beard?"
She looked at him in confusion. "I have no idea who you're talking about. I haven't seen anyone like that."
Craig frowned. But, it didn't really matter to him anyway. He made his way up to his room, and a smile grew on his face. "Hi guys!"
The three guinea pigs that were placed on his nightstand started to squeal. They crowded up to the wall of the cage and started to scratch at the bars.
He laughed and went to let his "children" out. At least he loved them like his children. One was named Tornado because of the way his fur did a spiral at the top of his head. The other was named Peppa, and she was the fattest of them all. The youngest one was named Charlie because his fur was all brown like chocolate.
He picked them all up and played with them for countless minutes before he got a phone call.
He sighed and grabbed the phone. "What, Clyde?"
"Dude, were outside, let us in!"
Craig froze. "What?"
"Token, Tweek, and I. Jimmy couldn't come. He has physical therapy. We're gonna chill until the party!"
"No."
"Were coming in."
The doorbell rang. He groaned and hung up. His mother was going to have his ass for this. He walked downstairs to see his mother letting in his dumbass friends. Clyde was spewing out greetings and Token was being charming as usual. Tweek stood there looking uncomfortable until he saw the tall figure in front of him. Almost in an instant, he became relaxed and cheerful. Craig gave him a small grin.
"Craig, sweetie," His mother said through gritted teeth. "I told you, no friends over."
He shrugged and motioned for his friends to follow him upstairs. Craig smacked Clyde in the head when they were upstairs. "You just got me in deep shit, asshole."
Clyde smiled. "Don't worry! We're all going to Tokens house after the party. Your mom will forget if ever happened."
The noirette sighed. It's not like he had a say in this anyway.
"Plus," Clyde started with a mischievous smile. "We'll even let you and Tweek take the bed."
Tweek blushed as red as a tomato, meanwhile, Craig took this opportunity to punch Clyde for the 5th time that day. He didnt actually care though. Craig liked to act like he hated Clyde, but really, he was extremely grateful to call him his best friend.
He remembered in the 8th grade when he finally came out to everyone. There were mixed reactions everywhere. His parents were conservative, and sure that he was just going through a phase. But nonetheless, they still loved him the same. The kids at his school, however, were not so kind.
They bullied him for weeks. He always ignored when people would say shit to him, but it was kind of hard to pretend you don't notice someone shoving you into lockers and sticking your head in trash cans. Most people couldn't care less about Craig's sexuality, but there were some who were determined to make Craig's life hell. It all stopped when Clyde decided to beat the shit out of one of the boys picking on Craig. It wasn't just a punch or two. No, Clyde actually broke the kids nose and his jaw had to be wired shut. He also knocked out a few of his teeth, just for good measure. Clyde had to pay a large fine, and he had to do community service for 2 weeks. Craig never knew how to thank him. The bullies stopped bothering him after that.
"If you guys do end up fucking, make sure you clean the sheets afterwards, alright?" Clyde burst out laughing. Tweek looked horrified. "Shut up!"
"We're gonna get so crunk tonight, guys."
The 4 boys were sitting in the driveway of Jessica who-the-fuck-ever's house. Clyde was boasting on about how many shots he was going to take. Tweek looked pretty excited too. Craig knew he also liked to drink, and he didn't judge him for it. He didn't care if other people did it. He just personally didn't enjoy it.
"You guys ready?" Token looked to the backseat where Tweek and Craig were sitting. They all jumped out of the car and headed inside the semi decent house.
Inside, there were at least 50 people. Some were in the living room, some were in the kitchen, and some, who clearly had no brain cells, were outside.
Clyde looked around for Bebe, and once she was spotted, they were off.
10 minutes had gone by and still, there were no signs of alcohol.
"Where's the liquor?" Someone said angrily.
A girl who he guessed to be Jessica responded. "Kenny's on his way now. Calm your tits."
With miraculous timing, Kenny burst through the door with bags in tow. Everyone whooped and hollered. Then music started playing from somewhere that Craig had no idea. It was finally starting to look like a party you'd see in the movies.
Kenny placed the bottles in the kitchen and let people have at them. He walked over to Craig's group and sat on the armchair. "What's cookin' good lookin'?" He said to the girl standing the near them. She quickly ran away. Kenny turned back to the boys and smiled. "Are you guys having fun?"
"No."
Kenny laughed. "Well, I know you're not having fun, Tucker. You don't have a drink in your hand!"
Craig flipped him off. "I don't drink."
"Come on, Craig. Lighten up a bit."
He handed him a bottle and Craig looked at the label. "Marshmallow vodka? What kind of pussy shit is this?"
Kenny rolled his eyes. "Don't gender stereotype, Tucker. Have a sip." He nudged him. Craig thought it was downright amusing that Kenny thought he could get him to drink.
"Yeah come on, Craig. Do it for me?" Clyde chuckled.
"What do you even get out of this?" Craig snarled.
"It's always more fun to drink with your best friend."
Craig looked back at the bottle. It's not like it would kill him. Besides, he had smoked weed once before. This isn't even as bad, he told himself.
He sighed, unscrewed the cap, and took a sip. Everyone within a 10 foot radius cheered. He immediately choked on the disgusting beverage.
"It tastes bad. That's why you need to do one shot at a time." Kenny handed him a glass. Craig took it and poured some.
5 shots later, Craig was quite drunk, and actually having fun. His body was buzzing and he felt this compulsion to just be happy.
"Hey, are you having fun yet?" Tweek smiled at him.
"I guess so." He giggled at the blonde boy. "I'm probably never going to do this again."
Tweek laughed. "That's most likely a- GAH, good idea."
Craig smiled at him. He then thought to himself, Tweek's lips are looking very kissable right now. It's not like he would just go around kissing random people. But Craig liked Tweek. And Tweek liked him. So Craig moved in and planted a kiss on his lips. He was shocked to be pushed away. "What the hell?" Tweek looked mad.
Craig stared at him like a deer caught in headlights. He was very confused as to what he did wrong. Everyone who was around them gaped at the spectacle that had just occurred. Oh, Craig remembered, Tweek isn't out yet.
"Fuck, I'm sorry."
Craig looked extremely shaken, and Tweek felt guilty. Before he could say anything, Craig got up and looked for Clyde. When he found the boy, he was talking to Kenny, and they were both pleasantly buzzed. Craig's first thought was how he was supposed to get home, when he remembered that Token was sober. He let the topic move from his mind, and he stood in front of his friend. "Give me your keys."
Clyde looked up, surprised. "What?"
"Give me your keys! I'm waiting on the car." He put his hand in Clyde's pocket to search. The brunette pushed him away. "No, dude. Don't be a buzzkill. Just enjoy yourself for once."
Craig glared daggers at him. "Give me your keys. I'm not staying in this fucking house."
"No."
Craig gritted his teeth. "Fine."
He walked down the hallway, to the front door, and stormed outside. He stumped down the steps and looked around. His only options were to either sit there until the party was over, or try and walk back home. Craig chose the latter. As he began to make his journey, he heard the door open and close again. Kenny stood there and Craig assumed he was going to follow him. He was about to yell at him to go away, when he pulled out a cigarette. Kenny was just having a smoke break.
Craig relaxed and began walking.
Three blocks down, the street lights weren't working. He trudged forward in the pitch black. It was 10 degrees out, and Craig was shaking to the core. He only had four more blocks to go.
He froze when he heard a noise somewhere behind him. He turned around and didn't see anything, so he kept going, this time a bit faster.
He heard the noise again, and just as before, he didn't see anything. He started to get freaked out, so he pulled out his phone to call his mother and have her pick him up. His pride was no longer an issue.
His phone, however, wouldn't turn on. It was too cold out. Craig cursed and started jogging forward. He heard the noise again, and this time, he just ran as fast as he could. He had made it two more blocks when suddenly he heard footsteps coming quickly towards him. Before he could do anything, he was knocked down by a strong force. Craig's mask of fearlessness dissipated, and he let out a loud scream.