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It was no secret that Craig Tucker wasn't a very social person. He preferred to stay in his own bubble where he lets his close friends in when needed, but other than that he didn't like interacting with anyone if not necessary. So it was no surprise that he didn't like going to parties as well.
Except for this one, though.
He and Clyde made a bet in which if Craig lost, he would have to attend Heidi Turner's party with him on Friday night. And despite his losing punishment being one of the things he hated the most, he still accepted since he thought he'd win. After all, the victor of the bet was decided by who's the winner of one round of Red Racer in the most difficult course of the game.
Craig, having been confident that he would win since of course it was Red Racer they were talking about here— He played that game 24/7 and knew every course like the back of his hand. He was sure he was going to sweep the floor with Clyde.
But by some miracle— By some stroke of unbelievable luck— Clyde got into first place last second as Craig accidentally bumped into the wall, struggling to get full control of his racer once more. Unfortunately, the moment he could properly move it, the other boy already crossed the finish line with a triumphant yell.
So now that brings him here in Heidi Turner's living room, sitting quietly on the painfully soft sofa with a cup of water in hand while shitty trendy music blasted all around him, along with the laughs and yells of dancing sweaty teenagers.
And even though he wasn't dancing along with the others and drinking himself silly, he was still technically at the party. He decided to take advantage of that loophole and told this to Clyde who whined at him for not letting himself loose just like the other dumb teenagers did, which garnered a groan from the brunet at the fact that he hadn't made himself very specific when he made the conditions of the bet.
Though admittedly it was getting boring just sitting there with no one to talk to, seeing as Clyde was trying to flirt with some girls from Raisins that Heidi invited, and Token and Jimmy were off with Nichole and Timmy respectively.
So still as silent as ever, he stood up from the sofa and opted to get out of there, passing by a few couples who were practically swallowing each other's faces on the way towards the exit, which he ignored.
Soon enough, he was closing the front door behind him and took a deep whiff of the fresh, cold air. Though that peaceful scent was disrupted by the smell of a cigarette wafting close to him.
With eyes widening in alarm, he rapidly turned his head to his left where he was met with the sight of the most beautiful person he has ever seen in his life.
It was a teenage boy around the same age as him. He had blonde hair that looked frazzled and all over the place, but in the most charming way possible. He was wearing a leather jacket that ended just below his ribs, and a crop top a few inches longer than it, exposing his midriff to the winter cold. And to add onto how fucking hot he was, he wore tight pants that accentuated his fine ass, and as footwear he had a pair of Doc Martens.
Between his perfect lips was a cigarette that was almost finished— The cigarette where the unpleasant smell that Craig inhaled came from. But now, looking at the boy who released that scent in the first place, the noirette decided that he doesn't hate it that much after all.
"So are you going to just stand there and keep looking at me or start up a conversation and make it less awkward for the both of us?" The boy turned his attention away from his phone screen and looked straight at Craig's eyes, a smirk on his lips that still squeezed the cigarette between them.
And holy fuck, Craig was sure the boy had singlehandedly stopped time.
"Um— Uh.." Craig stuttered out like a fool. And the blonde laughed. Laughed. And it was the most beautiful thing the boy has ever heard in his life.
Then suddenly, as if seeing the blonde send out a playful smirk at him wasn't torturous enough, he took the cigarette out between his lips and inched it closer to Craig's face, lifting a brow expectantly. "You want a smoke or whatever?" The blonde casually questioned as if giving a stranger your used cigarette— The very same stick that was just squeezed between his perfect lips— Was perfectly normal.
And even though Craig didn't smoke, never in his life actually, he accepted the used stick in took it from in-between the other boy's fingers with his own lips. The action seemed to have done something to the blonde, as his smirk widened.
"Huh, didn't expect you to accept that," He chuckled out, staring intensely into Craig's hazel eyes with his pristine light blue ones. And at the direct eye contact added with their close proximity, Craig couldn't help but let out a noise of an audible gulp, to which the other boy seemed to notice seeing as he giggled.
"I— I don't actually smoke," The awkward teen stuttered out, and it only made the blonde's gaze on him even softer. His half-lidded eyes holding a more tender tone to it as he looked up at the black-haired boy.
He then cooed, "Oh, you're cute," and quickly snuck a hand up under Craig's hat, toying with his dark locks underneath the fabric, pulling slightly. Immediately, the taller boy's eyes widened at the unexpected contact but nonetheless he didn't push the stranger off, only seeming to lean into the touch as he suppressed the urge to bite his lip.
And before Craig can even say anything or release an embarrassing noise from the back of his throat, the blonde quickly took back the cigarette by the lit end using his lips— Lightly brushing against the noirette's— And spat out the stick, pulling his fingers away from the stunned boy's hair and slowly walked over to the discarded cigarette.
In one swift movement he stomped on it and walked away, but not before looking back at the taller boy with that same fucking smirk, and winked at him, leaving an utterly flustered Craig Tucker in the dust with a halfie.
The first thing Craig did after coming to his senses was get back inside the house and search for Heidi Turner, seeing as this was her party and surely she knows who every one of the guests were. So reluctantly, he asked around the kids he knows are in his school looking for the brunette.
And unluckily, he was met with the same answer of 'I don't know' before they proceeded to go back to making out with the person in front of them. He was so very close to giving up, until he would remember those mischievous blue eyes, and then he'd be back on his feet and cutting off a bunch of people who were enamored by devouring each other's faces.
It wasn't until he asked Kevin Stoley, who fortunately wasn't shoving his tongue down anyone, that he finally got the answer he needed.
"Pretty sure she's making out with Bebe in her room," He said with a shrug, "Don't think she'll appreciate being interrupted though."
"I don't care," Craig deadpanned. He was about to rush off without another word until he hesitantly turned his head back and said a quiet "Thanks", which Kevin appreciated and smiled at him for. Though, Craig didn't return the smile or even get to see it as he was dashing off to the stairs in record speed, and marched off towards where he knows Heidi's room was at.
Deciding to just cut the bullshit and not knock or announce his arrival, he quickly opened the door and demanded, "Heidi, I need you to tell me who this person is."
At the sound of his voice, the said brunette immediately pulled away from between Bebe's thighs and quickly grabbed and tossed a blanket over her girlfriend, who looked like she was absolutely scared for her life. But Craig didn't really care about the sight. He didn't give a fuck about Heidi eating Bebe out like she was a full course meal.
After all, he had more pressing matters at hand.
"What the fuck, Tucker?!" Heidi yelled at him, almost like she was going to throw hands with him but she didn't, and instead she put her clenched fists to her sides. Bebe, on the other hand, still looked like she was very much scared as she pulled the blanket securely over her lower half.
But again, Craig didn't give a fuck. He didn't like girls anyway.
"Have you ever heard of knocking?!" Heidi yelled at him again, stomping closer over to him then pointed an accusing finger directly towards his chest.
But even so, Craig's emotionless expression remained and he just bluntly questioned, "Who's that guy with the blonde spiky hair?"
The girl just looked at him, bewildered, and angrily retorted, "Are you really going to fucking ask something like you didn't just barge in on me and my girlfriend?!"
The boy just rolled his eyes and asked again, "Yes, now who's the boy with the spiky blonde hair. He like— Wore a leather jacket or whatever."
The brunette just looked at him, completely dumbfounded, before letting out an irritated sigh. She pinched the bridge of her nose and in a voice barely above a whisper she answered, "His name's Tweek Tweak, he's from North Park. I met him in one of my vacations there," She then looked at him, still a bit pissed, "He's a pretty nice guy. Typical teen rebel, but he's kinda dorky and he overthinks the simplest of things. Why do you ask?"
"None of your business," Craig replied swiftly, to which Heidi let out another sigh at.
"Fine, whatever," She rolled her eyes, "But if you wanna get into his pants or get his number or some shit, you better make it quick. He works his ass off in his parent's café and barely has any time to come to any parties. This was just an exception because his dad pissed him off and he wanted to run away and distract himself."
And with that, Heidi shut the door on him with great force.
Craig yelled a thanks over the door, and quickly rushed back downstairs to frantically look for the blonde. He passed by the couples once more, praying loudly to his own mind that one of these wasn't Tweek with some dumbfuck from his school.
His prayers were interrupted as well as answered though as he was pulled by someone via his arm over to a corner of the almost unoccupied kitchen. He looked wide-eyed at the person who interrupted his searching, only for his brain to short-circuit as he registered the person to be the one he was exactly looking for.
"Looking for someone?" The blonde, who he now knows is Tweek, teased as he snuck his hand up again to toy with Craig's hair. He then pouted, "Hopefully that someone is me."
"You have no idea," Craig breathlessly answered, feeling like every air in his body was smacked out of him the moment his eyes intensely met once again with those blue ones.
His answer seems to be good as that dragged out a chuckle from Tweek. "Eager, aren't we?" He playfully remarked, voice lowering a bit after every syllable, and Craig felt his heart melt at the slightly seductive tone the blonde was taking on.
"Very."
"Craig— Fuck!" Tweek moaned out his name while the said boy was trailing kisses down from his jawline to his collarbones, nipping and biting the slightest bit every now and then. Meanwhile, the blonde was still pulling and toying with Craig's hair, which was now out in the open as he had taken his hat off a moment ago.
Right now, the two were in one of the Turner household's bathrooms.
They were both looking for a secluded area and just happened to come across this. And the moment they got in, Craig immediately pinned the blonde to the door and began to ravage his neck, much to Tweek's delight.
At the curse that left the blonde's mouth, the noirette couldn't help but pull away and smirk up at him. He looked like he was in bliss even though all Craig was doing is biting and planting kisses along his neck.
The taller boy was going to dive in again and mark him up more, until he was interrupted mid-way by a loud knock on the door. "Whoever's in the bathroom, I really need to piss," It sounded like Clyde, "Can you get out for a second? I'll be real quick."
Both boys let out a disappointed sigh at being interrupted, but they decided to get going anyway. As Craig fully detached himself from the blonde’s body, he went off to grab his hat from the sink, as Tweek got away from the door and opened it in one swift movement. And sure enough, it was Clyde. The brunet looked at Tweek with a grateful expression.
"Thanks, man," He grinned, before it melted right off as soon as he saw the person behind the blonde. With widened eyes looking completely surprised he said, "Holy fuck, dude."
Craig just looked at him sheepishly smiling while Tweek's gaze wandered between both of them, a questioning look on his face.
"Uh.. Surprise?"