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Sunlight pours into the blonde's messy room. Light hits all of his dirty clothes that scatter the floor, and the desk with piles of comic books and overdue homework. Tweek feels the sunlight on his sweaty face. It is now 5:40 in the morning, and Craig was supposed to leave around 30 minutes ago.
A very exhausted Tweek slowly opens his eyes, and sees Craig up against his body. Tweek feels drool on his face and Craig's jacket is soaked with it. But Tweek's mouth is incredibly dry, he feels his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. He smacks his lips to release it. The blonde lets out a quiet yawn, before trying to turn over and see the time on his alarm clock, which he never sets because he doesn't want to have a heart attack. As he tries to move, he feels Craig pull him back.
“Ugh no honey, stayyyyyyy…” Craig slurs in his sleepy state.
Tweek complies and holds onto Craig a little longer. Forgetting that Craig could very possibly get in trouble for not being at his house. Tweek makes a “squeak” as he feels himself being lifted up on top of Craig.
“Gah!” Tweek's legs are on either side of Craig's waist. Craig grabs Tweek's hands and brings them to his chest. Tweek can feel the norriette's steady heartbeat, which he finds very attractive. The two boys lock eyes. “Err- agh C-craig…” is all that can escape Tweek's lips.
“Good morning, babe.” Craig says nonchalantly, as he brings up one of Tweek's quivering hands, placing a sweet kiss on it. Tweek shivers at the gesture. Tweek loves whenever Craig is like this. Craig gets extra sappy and lovey-dovey when he's sleepy.
Tweek's face turns a slight shade of pink, and he turns his head away out of embarrassment.
“Craig, we have school today.” Tweek brings his hands up to his own chest and starts fidgeting with his fingers.
“Aw, you're no fun.” Craig teases.
Tweek looks down at the boy, raising an eyebrow. “N-no fun?! Hah! I'm more fun than you are!” He huffs, crossing his arms, which still hurt from the cuts, but Tweek chooses to ignore it.
“Prove it then.” Craig says in his monotone voice.
Tweek then turns to face his boyfriend that's laying under his body, heat radiating from it. Tweek smirks then bends down and plants his lips onto Craig's. Tweek twitches as he feels Craig put his hand against Tweek's head and pushes their faces closer together. Tweek lets out a “mrph” in response. Tweek then moves his hand to the back of Craig's head and gently tugs his hair. Craig lets out a moan, muffled by Tweek's mouth. Tweek shivers at the sudden vibration. Tweek takes his other hand over to Craig's and interlaces their fingers.
Tweek knows his boyfriend loves physical touch. Touching is how he best expresses his emotions. Tweek usually isn’t one for physical touch, especially if you touch him without asking, but he never minds when Craig does it. Craig is the only person that he wants to touch.
Craig pulls Tweek away from the kiss, drool hanging from his and Tweek's mouth.
“I stand corrected.” Craig whispers against Tweek's lips. Craig then moves his hand from Tweek's head down to Tweek's lower back and squeezes.
“But I'm funner.” Craig says trying to sound sexy, but his voice cracks, making him cringe if anything. Tweek twitches and tilts his head to the side.
“Is ‘funner’ even a word, Craig?”
“Pffft yeah, it's my word.” Craig moves his hand lower, now holding Tweek's ass. Tweek then moves his hand away from Craig's head, but not before giving it a tug, down to Craig's chest and rubs circles into it.
“Oh T-Tweek…” Craig sighs. Tweek smiles as he hears his name come out of Craig's mouth. He fucking loves it. Tweek belongs to Craig, and Craig only. He wants Craig to possess him forever and ever.
He moves his face down to Craig's and bites his lip, softly. Craig moans in response to Tweek's teeth putting the slightest bit of pressure on his soft lips. Tweek then kisses him, deeply. Craig slips his tongue into Tweek's mouth, and Tweek accepts it, swirling his own in Craig's.
Tweek feels Craig remove his hand from Tweek’s hand, and moves it over to his slim waist, pushing his hand up into Tweek's yellowish green pajama shirt. Craig starts to rub Tweek's bare back, feeling his warm skin. He rubs each bump along Tweek's spine. Tweek makes small noises into Craig's mouth. Craig pulls back. “You're so beautiful, babe.” Craig pants, admiring the small blonde on top of him.
Tweek has messy, often tangled, dirty blonde hair that is a little longer than Craig's, with some sticking to his sweaty face at the moment. His pale skin is sprinkled with light freckles, and his eyes resemble sapphires. Craig's eyes move down to Tweek’s collar bone, then his chest, which is only slightly covered by his pajama shirt, that is unevenly buttoned.
Tweek then admires the boy below him in return..
Craig has really dark, almost jet black hair, that hides under his chullo, which he rarely takes off, even during intimate moments like this. Craig has a beauty mark under his right eye, matching his mom's. Craig has beautiful, tanned skin. And his eyes are a gorgeous green. Tweek notices that each other's eye color is the other's favorite color, which he thought was pretty cool, but doesn't point that out to Craig because they're too busy handling each other.
Tweek pushes his face back into Craig's, tongue almost reaching the back of Craig's throat, making him gag, Tweek pulls away quickly, spit hanging from his mouth.
“Ah! Sorry Craig!” Tweek squeaks. Craig just looks at Tweek filled with love, and lust for the boy, drool hanging from his lips.
“Ah..hah don't be sorry, Tweek. I liked it, it was hot.” Craig pants. Tweek's face turns red like a tomato.
This isn't the first time the boys have been intimate. They've actually had sex their freshman year, but not in the most romantic place.
Their first time was in the school's broken bathroom. Cartman was trying to be all sexy and take mirror pictures for Kyle, as a “joke” of course. And his dumbass decided to sit on the sink, causing it to break off of the wall.
So Tweek saw this as an opportunity to finally be intimate with his boyfriend. They snuck into the bathroom during 3rd period, and they were prepared with lubricant, and condoms, provided by Tweek’s parents.
Craig had topped their first time, because Tweek was scared he'd mess up and Craig would break up with him and find another guy to fuck with.
Tweek was lifted, and held against one of the stall’s walls, legs wrapped around Craig's waist. Craig struggled slipping his cock inside at first because of how awkward the position was, but he found his way, and God did it feel good.
Tweek is usually the one to dominate nowadays, because it's therapeutic in a way.
The blonde feels that he's never in control of anything in his life. He can't control his tics, he can't control his emotions, he can't control his parents. So Craig had decided to let Tweek have control in bed.
Oh, it was great. Tweek felt so powerful, so strong, so in control of everything. And it was especially amazing because of how much taller and bigger Craig is compared to Tweek. Tweek felt like he could finally take command over everything. Tweek doesn’t mind being the bottom sometimes, nothing to be ashamed of, he just enjoys topping more.
He snaps back to reality when he finally remembers that Craig is supposed to be back at his house, and that school starts soon oh my god they're going to die. Tweek quickly removes himself up off of Craig, and moves away from the bed, rushing to the floor to try and find a clean-enough shirt. Craig sits up on Tweek's bed, a small but noticeable frown on his face.
“GAH! We're going to be in so much s-shit Craig!”
Tweek screeches, pulling on his hair.
Tweek pulls on his hair subconsciously. He's done it ever since he was in pre-school. Maybe part of why he did this was because his mother would tug on his hair whenever he was in trouble for something. He could be doing it as some sort of self punishment. Or he's just a fucking weird psychopath who enjoys pain. Which he does, sometimes.
He makes his weird, anxiety induced noises as he searches for some clean pants. Craig groans as he slides off the bed, and heads towards his twitchy little tweaker on the floor. He sits beside him and puts his hand on his back. Tweek flinches, not expecting the sudden touch, but leans into it realizing it's just Craig.
“It will all be fine, babe. I don't mind getting in trouble, you know my “punishments” are more like timeouts. And we can always just walk to school if we miss the bus.”
Tweek’s parents don’t mind Craig coming over. They usually spy on the boys, watching them closely as they do their “homosexual activities". Richard especially watches over the boys. Tweek finds it extremely creepy when he does this. He’s confronted his dad about it multiple times, but Richard just claims that he wants to “make sure he’s safe”, which pisses Tweek off because Craig would never do anything like that to him. Unlike some people…
Craig pets Tweek's head, and Tweek is still searching for some pants. Most of the pairs he's finding he's already worn this week, and he doesn't want to be seen wearing the same thing more than once a week. He drops the pair he was holding and starts to aggressively twitch.
“AGH! WHY WHY WHY C-CRAIG WHY! UGH I HATE THIS M-MAKE IT STOP! DAMN IT!”
Tweek is struggling speaking, this tic is a long one. Craig still knows how to handle it. Craig wraps Tweek in his arms and rocks him gently. He continues to do this until he feels the twitching slow down.
He slowly feels his body relax at the soothing, rocking motion. He closes his eyes for a few minutes as Craig continues to hold him, whispering small praises that mean he whole world to Tweek.
“You're doing so good, honey.”
“I'm so proud.”
“You're so strong. You're in control.”
Oh how Tweek wishes they could stay like this forever. He loves Craig's praise. He craves it more than anything else. Now that he thinks about it, he craves praise from anyone. He loves feeling validated.
The thing is Craig is the only one who ever praises him. The only person who has ever said that he was “proud” of him. Tweek feels his heartbeat steady hearing Craig’s words. They fill his head and for once he feels at peace.
It doesn't matter what exactly he was getting praise for, whether it be he accomplished a task without getting distracted, or, like in this moment, being able to calm down.
“That's my Tweek. You're doing so good. I love you so much babe.” Craig nuzzles Tweek's neck, and brings him closer.
Tweek lets out a shaky sigh. He wanted more praise from Craig. Oh he was greedy. He wanted more validation. He wanted to feel important. He wanted to feel…perfect.
But his thoughts are once again interrupted by the fact that they have school today. Ugh how he hates school.
The people, the noises, the smells, everything was always so overwhelming.
Tweek always feels people stare at him. Maybe it's his twitches, or maybe it's his sometimes visible cuts and scars. He didn't know. What he did know is that he didn't fucking like it. He hates when people look at him. He knows all people do is judge, and make fun of him. They've been doing that ever since elementary school.
He only ever felt safe with Craig, which he honestly hates to admit because Tweek wants to be able to fend for himself, he really does. But he's always so reliant on Craig to take care of him. Always be there. He hates when he has to go to classes where Craig is nowhere present. It stresses the fuck out of him.
Lost in his thoughts, he feels Craig lift him up off of the floor. Tweek's arms are still painfully sore from his fresh cuts. He winces when Craig slightly touches his wrist.
“Oh babe, sorry. You okay?” Craig turns Tweek around so he can face him. Tweek looks up.
“Y-yeah, I'm okay. Let's just leave for school. I don't want to get us in trouble.”
Tweek slips off his pajamas and throws on a kind of baggy white shirt with loose sleeves, and puts a Nirvana band t-shirt on top. He wiggles into his favorite jeans, but not before putting on a different pair of boxers. Craig is turned around of course because Tweek is uncomfortable with Craig seeing him undress, even though Craig himself has undressed him before.
Craig had no clean clothes he could wear, he didn't mind that too much though. Not the first time he's worn the same outfit to school more than once, and Tweek was more important than having some clean clothes to slip into.
Craig and Tweek can't go through Tweek's door because there is a lock on the outside of it. Richard and Helen put the lock there because Tweek used to sneak down to the kitchen and cut himself with the knives.
He doesn't understand why they would still do this, considering Tweek still has his razors he uses, so locking him up didn't stop him from cutting himself. Oh. They probably didn't want his blood on the knives they used to cook with. That makes sense.
Craig and Tweek make their way to the window and start to climb down. Tweek is careful not to make either of the two fall. He doesn't want to die, well at least not by falling and hitting the hard ground.
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Craig and Tweek make it to the school. The halls are crowded with students, the chatter is incredibly loud. Tweek brings his hands up to his ears to try and block out the noise.
They make their way over to the gang. These people are the only people Tweek ever hangs out with.
Craig's group includes Tolkien, Jimmy and Clyde.
Tolkien was tall, not as tall as Craig. He had a stronger build though, probably from playing lots of football. His skin was perfectly smooth, and had dark brown eyes. He had an eyebrow piercing on his left eyebrow. Tweek wishes he had a piercing, but his dad said that wasn't a good idea because it would “ruin his pretty face”.
Jimmy was probably around Tweek's height, if he could stand up straight. He had messy brown hair, gray eyes, and braces. Jimmy was the funny one of the group, and never failed to make Tweek laugh. Jimmy could almost always make Tweek feel a little better with his corny-ass jokes.
Clyde was the shortest of the group, he wasn't little by any means, but he was just a little shorter than Tweek. He had a brown mullet, and brown eyes. He was on the chubbier side, second fattest in the class. Tweek wishes that he could gain a little weight. His weight has been slowly decreasing as of recently because of his anxiety, according to the doctor.
Whenever Tweek tries to eat certain foods, like mashed potatoes, apple sauce, yogurt, his whole body rejects it. He physically can't eat any of it because he can't stop gagging once he tries. So he's been eating less and less because his parents won't change their diet for him.
“Hey Tweek, did Stripe scratch your arm again?” Clyde asks, head tilted to the side. His face looks worried.
Tweek loses his train of thought and stares at Clyde. Tweek pulls his sleeves down as far as he can, and looks away. He’s about to defend himself for his actions, but Craig speaks for him.
“Yeah, he got a little scared last night, like always, and gave Tweek some scratches. Tweek's fine though, they're not too bad.” Craig brings Tweek closer for comfort.
Tolkien looks at Tweek skeptically. Craig gives Tolkien his “drop it” face, and so Tolkien doesn't ask questions. Clyde yaps again.
“Ohh alright then. Hey you guys wanna come to my house for a sleepover? I've invited some other people too if that's okay.”
Tweek shifts his feet, not hearing what anyone is saying. He's lost in his thoughts once again.
He should've worn a tighter shirt I guess because anytime he brings his arms up, the sleeves pull down. And expose his wounds. He was so embarrassed. His parents, and Craig, are the only ones who knew about his cutting problem, as far as he knows. He didn't want anyone else to ever know about it.
He looks up to see Clyde waving a hand in his face, which Craig slaps away.
“Earth to Tweek. What's up with you lately? You've been more down than usual.” Clyde says with concern.
Jimmy and Tolkien stare at Tweek as well. Oh Tweek hates them staring. God would they just stop looking at me he thinks. He fidgets with his sleeves, needing something to do with his hands.
“I just…haven't been getting much sleep lately, that's all. I'm o-okay otherwise.” Tweek looks down at his shoes.
“Okay. You should probably get more sleep then so you're not so tired.” Clyde says dumbly.
“W-w-well yeah n-no s-shit!” Jimmy stutters.
The bell rings. God finally. They all walk to their separate classes. Craig brings Tweek over to math class. God he hates math. He's so bad at it. He wishes Craig had the same class so he could help him.
Craig gives Tweek a goodbye hug and kiss, and gives him some words of encouragement, before leaving for his class.
“You're so smart, babe. You got this.”
“Ngh…if you say so.”
“Good morning kids, go on and take your seats, we're starting a new unit in geometry…”
Tweek is bouncing his leg, tapping his pencil and having his tics. He can't focus on the teacher and instead focuses on the voices behind him, whispering.
He can't quite make out what they're saying, but he's still distracted enough to focus more on the giggling and murmuring than the teacher.
The lesson ends and Tweek realizes he doesn't know anything about the assignment in front of him.
Fuck.
“Gah! God damn it…”
Tweek has only his name written down, and a few little swirlies around it. He taps his pencil on the desk again and starts making his little grunts and squeaks.
“Hey spaz! Can you stop with the noise, it's really distracting me from my very important work.”
Cartman is staring at Tweek. Ugh he hates it. His face turns a bright shade of red.
“Ack! Sorry! I'm just nervous and-”
“Dude, I don't care. Just stop with the noise.”
Tweek looks away and stares down at his blank paper. He feels the tears forming in his eyes, and his body is heating up. Fucking asshole!
“Hey fatass, opening your big mouth is even more distracting. Shut the fuck up and maybe quit cheating on your work? You'll never learn if you keep looking up the answers.”
Tweek looks up from his paper and sees that Kyle is sticking up for him. Or at least he thinks he is. Kyle turns to look at Tweek and gives him a smile. Yeah I think he was helping me.
“God damn it, Khal! Shut up before you get me in trouble!”
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The bell rings. Finally, It's been 4 long periods and Tweek needs a break.
It's lunch time, but Tweek isn't hungry so he skips eating for today, something he does more often than he should.
Tweek quickly makes his way over to his and Craig's table, and takes his seat.
The lunch room is overwhelmingly loud, crowded and smells like breadsticks with a mix of cologne and body odor.
Tweek slams his head down onto the table and covers his ears. It's all so overwhelming. Ack! Why can't school be over already?
He jolts upright when he feels someone start to rub his back. It's not Craig's hand. Feels…smaller.
“GAH!”
“Oh sorry Tweek! Didn't mean to scare ya buddy.”
Marjorine joins Tweek at the table, and plops her bag in front of her.
“Ngh- You shouldn't sneak up on people like that!” Tweek yells so Marjorine can hear.
“Aw I'm so sorry for scaring ya, honey. I won't do it again. Pinky promise!”
She holds her pinky up, waiting for Tweek to take it. She has green and red apples printed on her nails.
Butters had started transitioning into Marjorine 6 months back. Her hair has grown out a bit, and she wears a green headband everyday. She's mostly seen in a white dress sprinkled with pink and blue flowers. And the only makeup she wears is mascara.
Tweek's pretty sure that she and Red are still dating. They were dating before Marjorine had transitioned, so he's not 100% sure.
“Come on, don't worry I don't bite!” Marjorine gives Tweek a warm smile.
“Yeah, but he does.” Craig chimes in, monotone.
Craig puts himself between Tweek and Marjorine, and wraps his arm around Tweek. Tweek leans into the touch, stressed out from all of the noise, and the sudden interaction with Marjorine.
“Oh geez, sorry Craig! Hope I'm allowed to sit here…” Marjorine looks at Tweek, pleading. Tweek puts his head down, and wraps his arms around his head. Ugh too much pressure man!
Craig motions his head for her to get up, Clyde is right behind her waiting for her to move.
She sighs and leaves the table. Waves at Tweek, but Tweek doesn't notice because he's wrapped himself into his shirt.
“The nerve of some people! Who does she think she is? Taking my spot?!” Clyde takes a messy bite from his cheeseburger, continuing to speak with his mouth full.
“Doesn't she usually sit with the other girls?” Some food drops from his mouth.
Craig scoots closer to Tweek. “Ugh Clyde do you mind eating with your mouth closed? That's fucking disgusting.”
Clyde sticks his tongue out at Craig, covered with his chewed up food, Craig's face wrinkles and pushes Clyde away from him. Tweek feels Craig leaning closer to him, he doesn't mind. He loves the feeling of Craig, no matter where they are. Wait.
They're at school right now, and people are probably staring at them! They can't get a moment of peace in public because of how many people still gawk over them. The town is still obsessed with their first openly gay kids.
Tweek removes himself from Craig's arm and scoots closer to the edge of the bench. Craig notices.
“Hey honey, are you doing okay?” Craig looks at Tweek kindly, and doesn't move from his spot.
Craig knows how to respect boundaries, so when he sees his boyfriend clearly not want to be touched, he leaves him be. Craig relates to that in a way. He doesn't like people touching him without consent either.
Tweek looks up at Craig, pleading. Usually Tweek can handle being at lunch with the gang, but today was different. Tweek felt awkward, scared, just freaked out in general.
Craig understands everything just by looking into Tweek’s eyes. He's learned how to understand his various twitches. Craig gets up from the table, over to Tweek and brings him with him to the bathroom.
Tweek lets out a sigh that he's been holding in for a while, feels good to finally release it. Craig stands over by the mirror, and opens his arms, inviting Tweek in for a hug.
Tweek shuts his eyes, and brings his body to Craig's. He just leans up against him as Craig wraps his arms around Tweek. Tweek can feel his boyfriend's beautifully steady heartbeat. He breathes in Craig's scent, enjoying the mixed smells of pine trees and laundry detergent.
Craig buries his face into Tweek's soft hair and inhales. Tweek smells strongly of coffee, but also something else. A smell unique to Tweek. Hard to describe, but Craig loves it. He mumbles into it.
“Are you feeling better, babe?”
Tweek looks up and gives Craig a warm smile. He wraps his arms around Craig.
“Y-Yeah. Lots…” he stands on his tip toes to give Craig a peck on the lips.
“Thank you, Craig.”
Craig returns the kiss, smiling against Tweek's lips. He really loves when Tweek kisses him first. That's how he knows Tweek is comfortable. Tweek usually is never the one to initiate their kisses, so it's great when he does.
Craig starts to rock them gently in a repeating motion. His hands start to rub Tweek's back, and in return Tweek nuzzles Craig's chest and whispers something inaudible into it.
Their peace is ruined once they hear the bell ring, and lots of boys are making their way into the bathroom. Craig rushes them out, holding Tweek's hand tightly.
Next class is Design Foundations. Not too bad. You get to design logos and such, Tweek enjoys it. He finds sketching relaxing. Craig doesn’t have thus calls with him, but that's okay. This class is usually silent, and calm. And he has Kenny in this class, who is a pretty chill guy.
“Ugh I have physics next.” Craig groans while rolling his eyes.
“You're smart, Craig. You got this!” Tweek mimics Craig from earlier, and pats Craig's shoulder.
Craig brings Tweek in for a small kiss then leaves. “Good luck!” Tweek yells as Craig walks away.
Tweek takes his seat in between Kenny and Thomas, and brings out his sketchbook. His book is covered with lots of stickers. Most of them are his but some came from his friends. He lets his friends put stickers on his book for memorabilia of sorts, he wants to keep a piece of them with him forever. Jimmy had scattered lots of different colored bananas everywhere, Tolkien had put a sticker of a cat with sunglasses in the top left corner of the book, and Clyde had put corny gay and bi pride stickers on it. Tweek’s favorite one is a frog colored with the bi flag saying “L-G-B-T-cutie”.
Tweek starts to doodle in his sketchbook. He likes to draw him and Craig sometimes, mostly as cats, dogs, frogs, or just any animal. He decides to draw him and Craig as guinea pigs today. He imagines Craig’s fur would be black, speckled with white, kinda like how the stars look against the dark sky at night. Tweek thinks he’d be a tanish color, and would have fluffy fur.
Kenny leans over to him.
“Heya, Tweekers. You gotta pen?”
“ACK! God damn it- ugh Kenny can you maybe not scare me like that? You almost made me mess up my drawing!”
“Sorryyy, Tweekers didn’t mean to. I’ll try to move slower next time.”
“Yeah, that’d be better. Thanks.” Tweek says sarcastically.
“Can you guys- SHIT- stop being so loud?! It’s hard to concentrate when -COCK- ugh whatever.” Thomas gets back to sketching.
Kenny is a pretty lanky guy, with blonde hair that reaches his waist, wears it in a messy bun sometimes. He has brown eyes, and is missing one of his front teeth. He smells like old spice deodorant and cigarettes. Kenny and Craig had a fling sophomore year when he and Tweek took some time apart, never really developed into a relationship though.
Thomas has dirty blonde hair that's sometimes messy, similar to Tweek’s but shorter. He has green eyes speckled with blue. He’s about Tweek’s height, and has a similar build. He has tics as well. Thomas has this neurodevelopmental disorder called tourette syndrome. His tics cause him to say vulgar words in almost every sentence he speaks involuntarily. Craig had dated Thomas for a couple of months back in 7th grade after they had broken up. Craig getting with Thomas made him incredibly jealous. Especially seeing Craig get with someone so similar to Tweek.
Damn was I really that easy to replace?
“Awe Tweek, is that you and Craig as guinea pigs? That’s so gay dude.” Kenny takes Tweek’s notebook and admires all the little doodles Tweek did in the past ten minutes.
“AH! KENNY GIVE IT BACK!” Tweek reaches over Kenny to grab it back, Kenny holds it higher so he can’t reach.
“You have something in here you don’t want me seein’?” Kenny teases, as he stands up from his chair and holds the book high.
Tweek stands on the tip of his toes trying to reach the notebook, but Kenny’s height is short one foot of Craig’s, so he’s just slightly taller than Tweek. Tweek remembers that he has cuts to hide, so he quits trying to reach for the book, afraid his sleeves will fall down and reveal his freshly sliced arms.
“Kenny quit -SHIT- being a dick and give him -COCK- his book back.” Thomas rolls his eyes.
“Alright, alright. Here’s your book back. I liked looking at your cute little drawings.” Kenny sits back into his seat and brings his own sketchbook out, which is just a yellow spiral notebook, with doodles of swirls, dots, flowers and penises on it.
Tweek continues to doodle little pictures of him and Craig in his sketchbook all throughout class.
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Bell rings, meaning everyone has to go home, except for the football players who have practice today. The only people Tweek knows who are on the football team are Tolkien, Stan and Kyle. Craig meets him in the hallway and grabs Tweek’s hand.
“Hey babe. How was design foundations?”
“Err-uh it was fine. I just doodled the whole time so I didn’t ack- really pay attention.”
“Oh? What were you drawing?” Craig leads them out of the school, and stands beside the door.
“Oh! Uh just animals. I like drawing animals.” Tweek plays with Craig’s fingers.
“Aw that’s so cute, babe. I love your drawings. Hey, did you want me to walk you to work?”
Shit, work.
Tweek forgot that he had work at the coffee shop today. He was already exhausted from dealing with all the kids at school, and now he has to deal with his parents. He just wants to be with his boyfriend right now, not have to handle his God awful parents who overwork him and use his gayness for business. He actually doesn’t want Craig to walk him because his dad will start showing the boys off to everyone, and ask the two very personal questions. Richard has asked, in front of people, quote, “How does my son feel in bed?”. Who in their right mind asks that kind of question about their son to his fucking boyfriend?! Richard Tweak was a different breed, that’s for sure. He wasn’t ever shy about asking those sorts of questions to the boys.
“Um, not today, Craig. I can go by myself.” Tweek looks up at his boyfriend.
Craig nods, then brings Tweek in for a hug. Tweek pulls back so he can give him a kiss. Tweek gives him one last hug.
“I love you so much, honey. You got this.”
Tweek grins. He loves Craig’s words of affirmation.
“Love you too, Craig. See you tomorrow!”
Tweek leaves Craig standing there and starts to take quick steps to work.