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Craig loved his friends, no really, he did. Tolkien, Clyde, and even Jimmy were assholes for sure, but they were his assholes, you know?
That didn't mean he was exempt from wanting to kill them every once in a while.
“Dude, can you stop fucking whining?! I’m sure we’ll get there faster if you weren't crying like a goddamn baby,” Craig barked at the brunette crying in the back seat of his dad's beat-up truck. The boy in question sniffled wetly and wiped the snot that was starting to drip on his red sleeve. Jesus Christ, when did the boy hydrate enough to cry this much?
“Clyde, seriously, it is not that serious. It’s the first day of junior year, no one will care if we’re a few minutes late,” Tolkien, sitting in the front beside Craig, turned around so he was facing the boy behind him to give him a tissue that he always seemed to carry around when he knew Clyde was around, which was most of the time. Clyde took the tissue with a small ‘thank you’ and blew his nose loudly, causing Jimmy to recoil further to the other side of the truck.
“Y-y-yeah man, w-what’s so important about today anyw-way?” Jimmy readjusted his seatbelt so the strap lay behind him instead of across his chest. Clyde let out another pathetic noise and Craig gripped the steering wheel tighter in irritation. Tolkien sent Jimmy a look for encouraging their friend’s apparent breakdown.
“You guys don't get it. My dad said if I keep doing badly I won't ever be able to get into college! I won't be able to leave! I’ll be stuck in South Park forever,” Clyde dragged on the final word, banging his head on the window next to him as fat tears dripped down his face. Tolkien sighed and handed more tissues to the boy in the back seat before facing back to the front, laying his head on the headrest, and closing his eyes. Craig imagined if he were anyone else, they would be rubbing their temple in frustration by now, willing the Clyde-induced headache to go away.
“Clyde, these are very real worries,” Tolkien began, plastering a sympathetic smile on his face, “but does this have to be talked about at 7 am?” Craig saw Jimmy nod along in the rearview mirror at Tolkien’s positive words, looking as if he just heard some profound statement from a wise old man or something.
“You still don't get it!” Clyde began again, now clutching Tolkien’s headrest hard enough to turn his knuckles a pale white. “How will I ever get a cool college babe if I don't go? I’ll look like some stalker if I approach them when I don't even go there!”
“T-t-to be fair, you would be some stalker if you d-did approach them,” Jimmy countered, flashing an award-winning grin in Clyde’s direction. Craig snorted but didn't say anything else.
“Dude, that's seriously what you're worried about?” Tolkien’s mouth hung open aghast, and if Craig wasn't so focused on getting them to their destination as fast as possible so Clyde would finally shut up, he might have laughed.
Clyde moved the hand clutching Tolkien’s headrest to clutch the side of Craig’s seat, stretching his seatbelt until it made a ‘click’ sound. “Craig if you have ever loved me, you will drive this pickup like that Red Racer guy you love so much,” Clyde insisted, with a serious tone Craig hadn’t heard from him since his mom died.
For a moment nothing changed and Clyde’s eyes pricked with tears again before, “Fine,” Craig interrupted, “but you owe me gas money.” And with that, his rusty old pickup channeled its inner sports car as it blasted through the streets. Clyde’s body slammed back properly into his seat as his friend accelerated without warning, but he let out a whoop despite his definite whiplash. Tolkien grabbed the ceiling handle with one hand and pulled out his phone to mindlessly scroll with the other, and Jimmy rolled down the window to yell obscenities at the people that shot them dirty looks and high middle fingers.
Things went okay for about one minute until Craig cut off a fancy light blue Camaro. At first, all he received was a long honk and a loud screech of tires as the people behind him rushed to break so they didn't crash into him as he turned into their lane, but he quickly realized they weren't like the other middle-aged and tired adults just trying to get to work that he passed before. As they stopped at the next red light he heard Jimmy chuckle, “Craig, they want you to roll down your w-window.”
At that, he finally realized the muffled high-pitched voice of a girl that was coming from his left and he debated on just running the light and ignoring the shit he was about to get just because he wanted his friend to stop bitching. Instead, he loudly groaned, putting on a show of hitting his head on his headrest and rolling down the window. “What.”
Like he was expecting, there was a girl yelling at them. Her blonde curls were neatly put together over her shoulders, and the mascara on her eyelashes only served to sharpen the glare she was directing toward Craig. “You absolute piece of shit, do you normally drive like an asshole or was today just special?” The girl practically snarled the words, her voice grating Craig’s ears in the early morning. The sun hadn't even completely risen and he was already being chewed out.
He flipped her off.
Another voice at the front of the car drew his attention away from the victimized gasp of the blonde. His gaze drifted past the girl in the passenger's seat, pausing for a second at the familiarity of her purple coat and matching beret, towards the boy sitting in the driver's seat, staring with piercing blue eyes and furrowed brows. A nudge on his shoulder from his right brought him back down to earth and he realized with a start the boy’s mouth was moving- he was speaking to him.
“Hello?? Are you even listening to me?” The boy scoffed and turned his eyes back to the road. “Fucking asshole,” he mumbled one last time before he sped off as the light turned green, leaving Craig slightly stunned and with a line of cars honking at him for sitting at the light. The other girls' jeers played in his mind as he remembered the blonde boy’s hostile look. He only remembered where he was because of Clyde’s passionate rant about his newfound crush on the blonde girl. Tuning back in and pressing the gas, albeit now going at a normal (still over the speed limit) speed, he listened quietly to his friend defending his love to Tolkien who was at his limit with Clyde’s bullshit this morning.
Craig felt his head throb when the two boys' voices became three as Jimmy escalated the situation, claiming the girl would never give Clyde a chance thanks to Craig’s shitty driving, causing Clyde to turn his anger in Craig’s direction.
He sighed and turned a deaf ear to Clyde, even as he shook his seat and cried about Craig ‘ruining his future’ and ‘being the cause of him dying alone’. Instead, he thought about the boy he would probably never see again and his bright blue eyes and untamed hair.
For better or worse, Craig was wrong about never seeing the boy he pissed off in the morning.
His first red flag that something was wrong should've been bumping into the familiar girl in purple as he was heading to his first period. His shoulders knocked hers and he was going to ignore it as this was a smallass high school hallway and people bumped into each other all the time, but the girl shoved back harder.
He quickly thought about how much time he would have left to get to class, and came to the conclusion he could still make it with a couple of minutes lost if he took long strides. “Do you have a problem with me or something?” He turned to face her and realized with some shock it was the same girl in the front seat from this morning. He was quickly beginning to regret being confrontational today.
She scoffed and readjusted the black backpack strap on her shoulder, “Would you have a problem with someone who deliberately almost caused you to be in a car accident first thing in the morning?” Her words dripped with sarcasm and Craig took note that the crowd had begun moving around them instead of shoving past him like they usually would.
“Look, I’m sorry about that, really,” he spoke in a monotone voice but tried to put some inflection to sell his totally real sincerity, “but my friend was about to hurl his guts out in my car, and I just washed the seats so I needed to get here as fast as possible. You understand right?” The hallways were starting to clear out more and Craig shifted his weight between his feet at the realization. He may not be a great student, but even he wouldn't like to be late to his first class on his first day.
The girl rolled her eyes. “If you mean Clyde he looked fine when I saw him earlier.”
Craig's eyes, which had started wandering around the emptying halls, snapped back to the girl’s unimpressed face, “You know Clyde?”
The still nameless girl laughed mockingly until she noticed Craig's unchanged expression. Her smile dropped and she asked incredulously, “You're not serious right?”
Craig glared, “Of course I’m being serious. I don't even know who the fuck you are! Look, I’m sorry about this morning but I’m kind of busy right now.” Finally deciding it was time to book it to class, he sidestepped around her but made it about one step before his wrist was grabbed.
“Craig, we’ve been in the same class since, like, elementary school. You were the one that videoed me beating the shit out of Cartman?”
She looked at him expectantly.
Craig fought the urge to rip his arm out of her hold but decided finding out more information about what's been bothering him since he saw her in the first place was more important. “Oh yeah sure, I remember you, um…”
Her glare returned in full force, “Wendy.”
“Wendy,” he took his arm back awkwardly, “so did the blonde kid that was driving you also go to school with us?”
Her face scrunched into a confused expression. “Tweek? No, he transferred here from North Park..,” as if realizing the information she gave away was a huge secret or something, she went back to glaring at Craig suspiciously. “Why do you wanna know? If you even think about going after Tweek, I swear I’ll beat you into a bloody pulp before you can even spell ‘Stripe’” She pointed a finger towards his chest accusatory and walked him backwards towards the lockers.
“What the fuck? No! I just think he’s interesting-” Wendy’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped, “-or whatever….” Craig willed his face not to redden in embarrassment at such a lame excuse (even if it was true) and was thankfully distracted by Wendy nodding her head.
“Ohhh I get it. Yeah, that makes sense.” She continued to nod as she put her hand to her chin in a contemplative pose. The awkward silence after the mysterious statement only seemed to further his frustrations with the girl in front of him. He was definitely late at this point, and her stupid remarks were not appreciated. How anyone could be friends with her, he didn't know.
He gritted his teeth to make his tone as polite as possible, and to not immediately let loose a slew of profanities at the girl, “What makes sense.”
She snapped out of her reverie and finally looked back at him, “You have a crush on Tweek.”
Craig felt his composure slip at the forward statement, his jaw falling slack to gawk at her. “I haven't even talked to the guy and you think I have a crush on him?” His voice came out strained and he felt his ears start heating up.
“Well you do, don't you?” She said it as if it was obvious, like she was explaining elementary math to him instead of randomly stating he had a crush on a boy he has met a total of one time, and it wasn't even a good impression!
He sputtered for a second as he tried to retain what little control he had over the conversation but ultimately failed as Wendy smiled politely at him. “I have to get to class now, Red can only say I’m stuck in traffic for so long,” she regathered herself, readjusting her backpack and the purple beret on top of her short black hair. “Anyways, Tweek eats lunch in the music room with Jason if you wanna shoot your shot.” And with that, she started to walk to whatever class she was currently missing to ruin Craig’s life.
Finally regaining his sense of speech after that train wreck of a one-sided conversation, he took a step forward, “Wait!” he called out, ears still burning. Wendy turned and lifted an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. “Why are you helping me?”
She was silent for a second as she stared at him, judging if what she was about to say next was okay for him to hear. Apparently, it was as after a few seconds she sighed and replied, “Because I think you would be good for Tweek. That’s all.” And then she turned and walked away for real this time, not once looking back to see Craig’s dumbfounded expression.
Unlike what Wendy wanted, Craig did not go to see Tweek in the music room during lunch. After suffering through four of his classes, he finally sat with the rest of his friends at one of the lunch tables. He pulled his own lunchbox out of his backpack, he hadn't eaten the lunches served to them since one kid almost died from accidental rat poisoning in the mashed potatoes. Clyde did not share this sentiment and was currently filling his face with today’s menu of what slightly resembled cheeseburgers.
As Craig finished swallowing the first bite of his sandwich, Clyde decided to ruin his only time of peace. “You guys will never believe who’s in my physics class.” He leaned forward, a little bit of ketchup still on his cheek and Craig had to fight the urge to not hand him one of his napkins.
“Hopefully the t-t-teacher,” Jimmy remarked, grinning as Clyde rolled his eyes in mock annoyance.
“Alright, I’ll bite. Who’s in your class?” Tolkien twirled his plastic fork in his mom's homemade spaghetti before taking a bite. Craig looked at his own sloppily made ham sandwich he had made in less than five minutes, and back at Tolkien’s meal with envy. Maybe he should ask Tolkien’s mom if she could make lunch for him too.
“Bebe. Stevens.” Clyde slammed his hands on the table in emphasis, causing their food to shake and Jimmy to grab his chocolate milk carton before it met a grim fate with the cafeteria floor.
Silence filled their side of the table before Craig interrupted, “Who the hell is Bebe?” Clyde gasped as if he had just said something outrageous. Craig looked over at Tolkien to make sure he wasn't the only one lost and was relieved to see Tolkien also look confused.
“The hot blonde that yelled at us in the car today! How do you not know this already?” Clyde tilted his head and waved his hands around in exasperation.
“Isn't his name Tweek?” Craig asked, genuinely confused. Tolkien choked on his water and Jimmy busted out laughing. Clyde just sighed and shook his head.
“Sorry man, I forgot you were, like, gay or whatever. I meant the other hot blonde. You know, the girl?” Clyde reached over and took Jimmy’s pudding as the boy continued laughing, smacking the table in his fit. Craig felt his ears heat up in embarrassment for the second time today and he slouched lower to the table.
“Oh! I think Wendy’s told me about her!” Tolkien replied and Craig was grateful for this lifeline to get the attention off of himself.
Clyde snapped his attention to the boy next to him, “Dude! You should have totally hooked us up!” He started squirming in his seat and cupping his cheeks as he continued, “She’s the love of my life. My future wife. My everything.” He snapped out of whatever Bebe-induced trance he was in and turned back to the boys. “You guys have to be at my wedding. Tolkien, you’re my best man.”
Craig’s brain was spinning to keep up with Clyde’s passionate ramble but mostly ignored it in favor of what Tolkien said. “You know Wendy?”
Despite Tolkien’s confused look in his direction and Clyde completely ignoring what he said, Jimmy, who at some point had recovered from his earlier fit, was the one that actually answered. “Y-Yeah man, how do you n-n-not? You recorded her f-fight with Cartman.”
Tolkien added, “She’s gone to school with us since third grade.”
Clyde finally chimed back into the conversation. “She was Stan’s girlfriend until middle school when Stan broke up with her for Kyle!”
Tolkien turned to his friend, “That is not at all why they broke up. Besides, Wendy broke up with him.” At this, Clyde and Tolkien started arguing about who broke up with who and why, Jimmy jumping in to theorize Wendy was actually the gay one, leaving Craig struggling to keep up.
“Hey Craig,” A feminine voice chimed in behind him and he saw Clyde’s whole jaw drop. Internally groaning, he turned around to meet the girl.
“Hello.”
Not at all put off by the curtness of his tone, who he assumed to be the blonde girl of the hour carried on briskly, “So, Wendy told me all about your problems and because I’m very forgiving, I’ve decided to forget all about this morning in order to help you out!” She took the seat to his right, directly across from Clyde, as she talked.
“Um, what.”
She chuckled, bringing a perfectly manicured hand over her mouth and he briefly looked at Clyde to see if he was eating this shit up (he was). “You know,” she looked at him seriously, dropping her voice so as to not be heard by the three other boys, “about Tweek.”
“So you do like Tweek!” Clyde exclaimed, whisper-yelling at Craig in shock. And for the second time today, Craig was at a loss for words.
Bebe looked at Craig apologetically at her failed delivery of the secret information that was supposed to only be between him and Wendy in the first place. “Sorry,” she said to him before clapping her hands together and smiling politely again, “You can count me helping you get you two together as my apology.”
Craig wished this day would be over. He hadn't even talked to the boy yet and two of the guy’s supposed friends were trying to hook them up. Weren’t they supposed to hate him for this morning? “Why do you guys care so much about getting us together?”
Like Wendy, her smile dropped slightly and she looked away, “I mean, if you don't like him then I'd prefer you’d stay away from him all together, but maybe he needs a little push in the right direction.” Before Craig could ask her to elaborate on that, she looked back at him again with a bright smile, “Plus, you guys would be sooo cute together!”
Clyde nodded to everything she said and Tolkien just looked as confused as Craig felt. Jimmy patted him on the back with an encouraging, “Go get your m-man!”
Craig felt the little resolve to ignore whatever was happening he had break and he sighed. “Okay,” he looked at Bebe’s hopeful face, “You can help me out I guess.”
Craig, once again, regretted ever talking to any of the girls at his school. Maybe if he just kept to himself a little more, he wouldn't be in this situation. He was currently outside of Tweek’s workplace, Tweek Bros Coffee, in the nicest clothes he had, courtesy of Clyde because ‘he’ll like that Craig, trust me’. Ignoring how stalkerish he felt, he also felt downright stupid ditching his signature blue jacket for a blue button-up with the first few buttons down because, this time coming from Bebe, ‘it looks sexy’.
Mustering up the courage, he finally pushed his way into the shop and prayed Tweek was actually the one working and, oh God what if Tweek’s dad was the one to take his order? Luckily, behind the counter was a familiar tuft of blonde hair pulled back by messily placed hair clips and a green hair tie, matching the green shirt mostly hidden from view by the white apron tied around his waist.
The blonde was currently working alone, looking bored as he held his cheek in his left hand on the counter, he looked tired and something panged in Craig’s heart at Tweek looking like he was two seconds from dozing off right then and there. The longer he stood by the door, the more he wanted to leave and he was about to turn around and do just that when the blonde finally noticed someone had entered. Tweek stood up straight at the sight of being caught falling asleep on the job and pretended nothing had changed. Craig had hoped that if the bell hadn't tipped him off, his leaving wouldn't either but it seems fate wasn't so kind.
Forcing his legs to move to not look like a complete moron, he stiffly walked the few feet to the front counter. Craig waited for Tweek to give whatever normal greeting was common for him to give out before realizing with the way the blonde stared at him blankly he wasn't going to be treated to that pleasantry. “Um, hello.”
“What do you want.”
Craig looked at the menu and internally grimaced at the unknown menu items. He looked back at the blonde, studying the bags under his eyes and finally noticing how blue his eyes were, “What do you have?”
“Coffee,” Tweek snarked, before thinking better about being rude to a potential customer, at least that's what Craig guessed because after the comment he continued, “What kind of coffee are you looking for?”
Craig replied hesitantly, “I’m going to be honest, I have no idea.” He must've said something right however because it earned a snort from the blonde. Tweek smiled in amusement and fidgeted with the pen on the counter, looking up at Craig to ask, “Well, what do you like?”
Before he could think about what he was saying, the only thing that left his mouth was, “You.” He felt his whole face warm up at his mistake and opened his mouth to quickly backtrack before stopping at the scene in front of him. Tweek was clutching his stomach laughing, tears in his closed eyes as he gasped for breath. Craig chuckled awkwardly and was thankful a quick glance around told him there were no other customers currently in the store, and also slightly proud he got such a reaction from the blonde.
Regathering himself and wiping a tear from his eye, Tweek continued to giggle through his words. “Thanks, man. I really needed that,” he looked back up at Craig and grabbed a cup in preparation for the order, “Now what do you actually like?”
Craig, not knowing whether it was a good or bad thing for the boy to think he was joking, shrugged it off and asked, “What flavors do you have?”
The blonde used the hand not holding the cup to list off potential flavors, “Mocha, vanilla, hazelnut, caramel, really whatever flavor you would like we have.” Tweek leaned slightly against the counter to say, “We are the most popular coffee shop in town you know.”
“You’re the only coffee shop we have in town,” Craig stated in his usual monotone voice, making Tweek chuckle again and Craig’s cheeks warm. He avoided eye contact by looking towards the menu above the barista and asked, “Do you have tea?”
Tweek gawked at him and asked in astonishment, “You went to a coffee shop for tea?” At his tone, Craig felt slightly defensive. Starbucks was a coffee shop and they had tea. What was the difference between them and this place?
He knew he probably shouldn't say that though, so instead he countered weakly, “Not necessarily.”
Tweek put the cup down again and leaned back from the counter, “Well if you didn't come here for coffee or tea, why did you come here?”
Craig stayed silent as he tried to will his brain to construct a good response, but Tweek snapping his fingers interrupted him. “Wait! I might have just the thing for you,” he announced before rushing off, grabbing the cup again and heading towards one of the machines. Craig wondered if he was supposed to go sit down or if he was supposed to stand around and wait, and Tweek must've noticed this because he made a shooing motion when his hands were free, motioning towards the booths near the windows.
Craig happily followed his orders, settling in a booth and looking out the window. He’s glad he argued with Clyde and Bebe enough to keep his hat on, it was his only sort of comfort in this situation. He fiddled with one of the yellow braids hanging from his hat as he rested his cheek in his hand, looking at the stars outside. He is glad that they convinced him to go at night instead of directly after school. It's nice to see the stars.
A cup being placed in front of him brought him back from his star-filled daydreams, and he realized the barista had slid into the seat across from him. Tweek’s hands were clasped together and he looked like he was anticipating something. “Well, go on. Try it.” Craig looked at him suspiciously and the grin Tweek gave him in return did not make him feel any better. He took the cup and blew into the dark liquid, shooting one more suspicious glance at him before taking a tentative slip.
To his surprise, it was good. He had a bit of a sweet tooth, so he didn't usually like coffee, but whatever Tweek made for him was delicious. He didn't know if it was a Tweek thing or if he’s liked coffee all along, but he found himself taking another sip.
“So I’ll take it you like it then?” The blonde leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms, and nodded to himself. “Of course you like it. I make kickass drinks.”
When Craig had finally had enough of the drink for the moment, he finally asked the question he should have asked before he took a sip of the mysterious liquid, “What is this?”
Tweek snapped back to attention, “Oh yeah! It's a London fog latte.” Craig stared unimpressed and Tweek chuckled before elaborating, “It's earl grey tea with steamed milk and a few shots of vanilla.”
“I thought you didn't have tea?”
Tweek put up his pointer finger as if to tell him to wait before saying, “First of all, I never said we didn't have tea. I just think you're weird for going to a coffee shop for something you can make more to your preference at home.” Craig noticed with interest that as Tweek spoke he was bouncing his leg and waving his hand. “Secondly,” Tweek leaned in closer to whisper to him, making Craig force himself to pay more attention to the blonde’s words instead of how close he was getting, “if we call it a latte, no one will really know the difference.” To Craig’s relief (and dismay), Tweek leaned back again. Craig sipped his tea and thought about his words.
“So what's the real reason you came here?” Craig looked up at the more serious tone coming from the blonde, the playful smile that was directed at him before was absent from his face. Craig looked back at his tea to avoid seeing that look.
“Would you believe me if I said it was because I wanted to see you?” Craig looked up and saw Tweek’s cheeks bloom with a light pink matching his own heated cheeks.
“Me? Why??” Tweek squawked, his leg halting its movement in surprise. Before he could even respond, Tweek had come to his own conclusions and glared at Craig. “If you came here to be an asshole or something, don’t even try it.” He stopped suddenly and his eyes widened as if realizing something obvious, “or did you come here to apologize?”
Craig gripped the cup in his hands. “I didn't exactly come here to apologize- although I do feel bad for this morning!” Craig rushed to get the words out before the blonde could throw more accusations at him. “I just think you’re…intriguing” He winced at the poor wording and Tweek didn't find it great either.
He looked at him blankly and parroted back, “intriguing.”
“Cute! I think you're cute. And I want to get to know you and make a better impression than I did this morning,” he admitted, using his palms to hide his burning face. After a few seconds, he peeked through his fingers to see if Tweek was mortified or angry but got neither. The blonde looked shocked, his jaw was gaping and his cheeks were a darker, rosy color. Whatever he expected Craig to say, that definitely wasn't it.
Craig continued, “Would it be possible…for me to take you on a date?” Tweek forced his mouth closed and tapped his hands on the table. Craig waited patiently and hoped the silence meant Tweek was willing to give him a chance.
At last, Tweek agreed, “Alright. But we're not going to a coffee place, I’m around it enough as it is,” he laughed lightly at his own joke.
Craig smiled at that, happiness bubbling up in his chest at not being rejected, and agreed hurriedly, “You won’t have to worry about that.”
Tweek smiled back, before starting to get up, shouting a quick ‘I’ll be right back!’ before disappearing behind the counter again. When he returned, he handed Craig a ripped paper with something scribbled on it. Craig glanced subtly at the messy handwriting and noted that it suited Tweek. “We’re closing soon so I have to clean the place up, but you should definitely text me about the date!” Craig slid out of the booth and Tweek walked him out of the shop, both of them stopping just outside the entrance.
He was about to say his own goodbye when Tweek reached up to brush down the collar of Craig’s shirt that had ridden up, and while he was distracted, quickly pecked his cheek.
Craig felt the blush that had just subsided return in full force as Tweek waved at him and left with a simple, Bye, Craig!’ before disappearing back into the shop.
He walked the entire way back to his house in silence. Ignoring his mom and sister's curious shouts asking where he’s been for the past hour, and made it all the way up the stairs to his room before he looked at the piece of paper he had held onto since Tweek gave it to him.
xxx-xxx-xxxx
You look adorable in that shirt btw ;)
“Craig!” Clyde exclaimed excitedly upon the arrival of his friend. Craig took his usual seat across from Tolkien and beside Jimmy before raising an eyebrow at Clyde’s enthusiasm. “You’ve got to catch me up with you and Tweek! Did our plan work? I mean- of course it worked! It’s my plan!” He laughed to himself before being interrupted by a second presence joining Craig’s side.
“I hope you all don't mind me sitting here. Craig invited me to sit at lunch with him,” Tweek said, fidgeting in his seat, looking genuinely worried they would tell him to scram or something.
Clyde’s mouth formed an ‘o’ and he rushed to relieve Tweek of his worries, “No, no, no! Of course Craig’s boyfriend is welcome! You’re like, basically a part of the group by association now.”
Jimmy turned to Craig in surprise. “B-b-boyfriend? Dude you've got g-game.” He reached out for a fist bump but Craig ignored it in favor of looking at Tweek to make sure the title didn't freak him out. Seeing that the blonde wasn't about to correct them, he stayed quiet as well.
“So? That means the plan worked then right?” Clyde pressed on, eyeing the two of them together.
Tweek raised an eyebrow, confused, “The plan?” He looked at Craig, “What plan?”
“Nothing ignore him-”
“Craig wanted you so bad he asked Clyde and Bebe for help,” Tolkien interrupted, enjoying the glare he got from his friend in response.
“Dude, that is not what happened I-”
“Oh is that why he was dressed like that?” Tweek asked Clyde and the brunette nodded rapidly, explaining exactly what his and Bebe’s thought process was and how long it took to actually find anything wearable in Craig’s wardrobe.
“Aww Craig,” Tweek turned to him, blushing and holding back laughter at Clyde’s tale, “You dressed up just for me?”
Craig decided he is going to kill his friends but maybe spare Tweek. Just cause he’s nice like that.