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A boy with slicked back black hair, and an obnoxious pink outfit slams open the doors of the school entrance. His head is facing downwards but then bursts up with a toothy grin on his face.
“Good lord, what is that?” Tweek asks Clyde with an open mouthed grimaced expression as Clyde closes his locker, holding two books in his arms.
“His name is Craig. He’s new i guess.” Clyde says leaning slightly sideways to get a better view of Tweek’s face, his mouth is now closed but he’s biting his lip and scratching the palms of his hands.
Craig spots Tweek and walks over to him, hands in the pockets of his peach colored jeans. He stops in front of the imp and leans his shoulder on the lockers, having to look up slightly because of the imp’s height.
“Hello gorgeous.” The pink one says tilting his barbie pink shutter glasses down, eyes lidded and grinning like he’s trying to look cool. “Nice horns, what a beautiful shade of red.”
“Um. Thank you?” Tweek says confused and slightly irritated. Tweek shoots the pink one a judgmental glare while pursing his lips.
Craig then puts his hands onto the lockers on either side of Tweek, trapping Tweek in between the wall and himself. His hands are slightly below his shoulder instead of being above his shoulders though, it makes this whole thing a lot more awkward because Craig has to look up to meet Tweek’s eyes.
“Are you free after school gorgeous.?”
Tweek looks down at Craig with an even more confused look on his face, not saying anything despite his mouth hanging open. He then closes his eyes, relaxes his expression, lowers Craig’s arm and then walks away.
Craig takes his remaining hand off the lockers and just kinda stares at them with an embarrassed look on his face.
“Wow dude. You’re terrible at flirting.”
Says Clyde who’s been standing there this entire time. Watching.
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“God that Craig guy won’t leave me alone. He won’t stop badly flirting with me even though he sucks at it and i keep turning him down.” Tweek picks at his lunch food with his fork while leaning his face onto his hand.
“Maybe give him a chance. I mean you never know, he might actually be really great.” Clyde says looking at Tweek with his doe eyes before biting into a sandwich.
“Clyde. Shut the fuck up.” Tweek says, still staring at his food.
Clyde’s eyes wander around the cafeteria like a cat looking at a laser pointer before turning his attention back to Tweek. “I bet you 20 dollars a date with him would go good.”
Tweek turns his attention towards Clyde with an annoyed look. Clyde sets his sandwich back down on the cafeteria tray, still staring at Tweek with a blank, doe eyed look.
Tweek sighs, puts his fork down, and straightens his posture.
“Fine.” he un-rests his head from his hand.
“I’ll take up his offer on a date, and then give you 20 bucks if it goes well. But if it sucks you have to pay me.” The blonde says.
“Fine by me.” The brunette replies.
Craig struts over to where Tweek and Clyde are sitting with one hand in his pocket.
“Speak of the devil.” Tweek mutters. Craig places his hand on the table as he leans over with his other hand on his hip.
“I was wondering if you would like to go out for dinner tonight with me.” He says, placing his free hand over his heart like a prince.
Tweek and Clyde exchange looks for a second and then turn their eyes back to Craig.
“Ok.” Tweek shrugs and says in a monotone voice. Craig widens his eyes slightly, surprised that he actually said yes to his offer.
“Very well then. I shall see you tonight, my beautiful imp.” Craig winks at Tweek, Tweek cringes visibly.
Craig walks away proud and confident.
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“What even happened to that date. i never asked about it and that pink freak never elaborated.” Tweek says to himself as he’s trying (and failing) to button his pajama shirt.
But then he hears something small hit the window. Tweek walks over to the window and peers out of it, and sees craig at the bottom holding a few pebbles.
“Ah, you’re awake! I have come to pick you up for our date my beautiful imp.” Craig bows slightly.
“Oh we’re still doing that? Well okay i guess. But only cause Clyde owes me 20 dollars. Just, i don’t know, stay there for a bit while i get my coat.” Tweek leaves the window to go grab a dark green zip up hoodie and then glides back over to the window.
Tweek slowly hoists himself out of the window and starts flapping his wings so he can land slowly and easily.
“Alright. Where are we headed pink freak?” “Well, only the finest of restaurants of course.”
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“Olive Garden ??” Tweek furrows his eyebrows in immense confusion.
“The finest restaurant you know is Olive Garden ???” Tweek sighs and directs his attention at Craig, who is smiling proudly as if he has mastered romance.
“Well, it may be a chain restaurant but that doesn’t mean the atmosphere of Italian cuisine isn’t romantic.” Craig says teasingly
“What are you even talking about.” Tweek says flatly. Craig’s confident smile becomes slightly crooked, he coughs.
“Anyway, why don’t we head inside, imp king?” Craig raises his arm in the direction of the Olive Garden entrance.
“Imp king? What’s that about?” Tweek chuckles and smiles, he enjoys that name.
Craig then brushes his fingers against Tweeks, slowly interlocking them together until they are holding hands. Tweek looks down at their hands and shrugs as they both head inside the restaurant.
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As the two are sat at their table Tweek begins to scroll through the plastic menu with his eyes. Craig just stares at Tweek, he never got a chance to actually look at tweek at eye level, he was very pretty. Well, Craig already found him attractive, that’s the whole reason they’re here! But something about looking at the imp up close at eye level was different.
The messy blonde hair that was so unkept it looked like spikes, his sharp and shiny red horns, the small scratches that lined his pale cheeks, and bright red eyes that matched his horns. Red eyes that suddenly met Craig’s.
“I’m not the menu y’know.” said the imp in a teasing manner.
Craig suddenly snapped back to reality
“Right. Breadsticks.” Craig said breathy, quickly positioning the menu in front of him. “Breadsticks..” Craig whispered under his breathe while ducking into the menu.
“…What ?” Tweek questioned as he tilted his head to the side slightly.
“You know. The breadsticks.” Craig said sitting up straight, still holding the menu so only his eyes peek above it.
“I know what breadsticks are, Craig.”
Craig covers his eyes with the menu.
“Oh. Well i thought that, because you are..” Craig continues hesitantly
“Because i’m an imp? What, do you think we don’t have breadsticks in hell, Craig? We have breadsticks in hell.”
Tweek explains in a petulant tone with a blank face.
“Right sorry. So uh. What are your hobbies or—“ “You suck at small talk” Tweek cuts off craig. “Let *me* ask *you* a question pink freak. Why did you choose me to be the subject of your terrible flirting.” Tweek says bluntly. He was never really good with being..not blunt and straight to the point. He also wants that 20$.
Craig puts down his menu but avoids eye contact with the imp, his face flushes.
“I… You’re really attractive.” he says, still staring at the plastic menu. Tweek was not expecting that answer. Well, he knew it would be something along the lines of that but he didn’t expect it to be executed like that. Craig didn’t look like his confident flirty self anymore, he looked like an awkward kid with his first crush, which he was. It was..kinda cute?
Tweek felt his own cheeks getting flushed, and it was a lot more visible on his pale skin than Craig’s tan skin.
“You too..I mean, uhh. I like your face.” Tweek says looking down at the floor but sometimes darting his eyes back towards Craig.
“Really?.. You find me attractive?….” Craig looks back up to Tweek’s eyes, and Tweek meets his gaze. Craig’s eyes almost look like they’re sparkling with joy.
“Well don’t say it like that.. I just think your face looks nice that’s all.” Tweek says, still gazing into Craig’s eyes.
“Uh..y’know pink freak, you aren’t that bad actually.” Tweek looks away again, his face is now as red as a strawberry. Craig chuckles.
“Thank you imp king.”
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When they make it back to Tweek’s house below his bedroom window, Tweek turns around and gently grabs Craig’s hands in each of his palms. His pale, clawed, black tipped fingers contrast with Craig’s small tan hands. Tweek crouches down and kisses Craig on his lips, just one quick peck.
“Thanks for taking me out tonight pink freak. The breadsticks and pasta were delicious.”
Craig’s face is in absolute shock and is completely flushed, Tweek stands upright again and starts flapping his wings. He flies up to his windowsill and hoists himself back into his room.
Looks like he owes Clyde 20 bucks now.