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Tweek, for the most part, was a follower. He liked going along with what other people did as long as it seemed safe, it made him feel normal, he liked being able to fit in despite being so obviously different.
That’s why he was standing in front of the boys bathroom mirror and letting Craig cover his hair in water and gel, combing out an embarrassing amount of knots and slicking his hair down, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t think he looked good though, he probably looked better than he ever had, especially with the face cream that Craig had been telling him to use for the past week.
He turned his head slightly to see Jason, his best friend, but was only able to catch a glimpse of him presumably fixing any loose strands in his hair before Craig snapped his head back to look straightforward. He licked his dry lips out of nervousness, hoping that he hadn’t messed Craig up or made him agitated.
Tweek saw Tolkien walking behind them in the background through the mirror. Tolkien walked towards the door of the bathroom but not before audibly saying goodbye to the boys with a kind of sass in his tone and a short wave of the hand. Craig and Jason returned that goodbye, Tweek just stayed silent and still, he feared of messing anything up.
“I’m going to go too, I've gotta get to class before I’m late, Mrs. Rection is always up my ass!” Jason spoke up, rolling his eyes as he finished with looking at himself in the mirror and then turned to the two other boys.
“Alright, I’m just going to finish up with Tweek here, I’ll see you at lunch.” Craig smiled. Jason and Craig leaned in and just barely made their cheeks touch, making a short but exaggerated kissing sound before waving at each other. Tweek could feel himself start to sweat; he wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to act so differently.
Maybe he could just call it quits, surely this phase wasn’t that big of a deal? However, he did already have pink clothes on, and he didn’t have a spare of clothes, he’d be an even bigger fraud if he dressed the part but didn’t act the part, he’d rather die than be humiliated in such a way. Craig was almost done with styling his hair anyways, he’d definitely be upset if Tweek ruined it the minute he finished.
“You alright, hun?” Craig asked, fixing up Tweeks bangs as he looked at them through the mirror. “Huh!?” Tweek asked, visibly confused. “You’re shaking.” the noirette pointed out and Tweek mentally facepalmed. “Oh! S-Sorry.” was all he could get out, he cursed at himself under his breath for being so lame, surely Craig would ditch him now.
“You need to chill out. Here, turn around.” Craig said and Tweek did as told. He saw Craig pull out a chapstick from his pocket and then pop the cap off before applying it onto Tweeks lips.
Tweek could feel his face warm and his heartbeat quicken as Craig held his face in place by slipping his slim fingers in the back of his neck while keeping his thumb right in front of Tweeks ear and stepping so close to him that their faces were nearly inches apart.
Craigs eyes were a greenish almost yellow color, Tweek hadn’t noticed that before but maybe that’s just because they’ve never been as close to each other as they were at this moment. He felt the chapstick leave his lips once they were coated in it but Craig did not move. Tweek saw how Craigs eyes looked back at his, flicking downwards for a split second before Craigs cheeks flushed and he finally took a step back and retreated his hand from Tweek.
Tweek was surprised at the amount of disappointment he felt when Craigs hand broke contact with his skin but he didn’t bother to question it in fear if getting even more nervous and freaked out than he already was.
“Let’s go, classes are about to start.” Craig finally said, clearing his throat, Tweek nodded and followed Craig out of the bathroom. He wasn’t sure about what he was supposed to do to fit into this whole metrosexual façade but it seemed just nodding and following along with whatever everyone was saying was enough.
As he walked down the hallway he saw people with their arms linked together and as Craig walked with a hand on his waist, he had an idea.
The blond slipped his hand through the gap so that their own arms were linked. Craig stopped walking and just stared at Tweek and their locked arms. Now, Tweek was about to start hyperventilating and screaming because he was absolutely sure he’d messed up now, Craig totally thought he was weird now and would abandon him, maybe even rip off his name that was engraved in his pink jacket.
But as Tweek prepared himself for the worse, nothing came. Craig didn’t say anything about the action, he just looked straight ahead and continued walking. He didn’t remove himself off of Tweek or even untwine their arms. As they walked, they were greeted by other people, being complimented on their looks and hair and Tweek was finally feeling normal, that feeling he’d been chasing since he’d been labeled an outcast.
Craig was awfully silent and Tweek noted how his cheeks were tinted pink.